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questioningemotrash  asked:

Hi there! I've just recently started teaching myself spanish, and I was curious; what mistakes do you often see people learning Spanish make? Thank you!

¡Hola!

Well, there are so many kinds of mistakes.

I think the most common mistake of all time is to forget if a word is feminine or masculine. But I understand this can be difficult and even advanced students still get some words wrong, but they correct themselves right away.

Related to that, adjectives also have gender and number. Remember the adjective goes after the noun, most of the time.

And… articles, and possessive adjectives also have gender and number.

Articles: un, una, unos, unas (a, some); el, la, los, las (the).
Possessive adjectives: mi, mis, tu, tus, su, sus, nuestro/a, nuestros/as.

Remember the important thing here is the noun, and the adjectives, articles and possessive adjectives will change depending on the noun.

For example:

  • Tengo una flor bonita. - I have a pretty flower.
  • Tengo unas flores bonitas. - I have some pretty flowers.
  • Mi amigo es simpático. - My friend is nice.
  • Mis amigos son simpáticos. - My friends are nice.

problema

The word problema. This word ends in “a” but it is a masculine word. So we say:

  • el problema - the problem
  • un problema - a problem
  • muchos problemas - many problems

I made a post of the most common words that end in “a” but are masculine. here.

gente

The word gente (people). In English the word “people” is plural, but in Spanish “gente” is feminine and singular because we use it as a group of people. So we say:

  • la gente - the people
  • mucha gente - many people
  • poca gente - few people

I also made a post about this here. :)

Remember it is:
¿Cuál es tu nombre? - What is your name?
And not: ¿Qué es tu nombre? (X)

In English, when you have two nouns you just put them together, as “action movie” or “orange juice”.

In Spanish we need de in between these two nouns. For example:

  • película de acción - action movie (movie of action)
  • jugo de naranja - orange juice (juice of orange)
  • clase de piano - piano class (class of piano)

Also with people:

  • el hermano de mi amiga - My friend’s brother (the brother of my friend)
  • la madre de mi novio - My boyfriend’s mother (the mother of my boyfriend)

In English you can say “I eat breakfast” or “I have breakfast” but in Spanish we have a verb to say this, So we don’t need the verb “eat” or “have”.

desayunar: to have breakfast

  • ¿Qué desayunaste? - What did you have for breakfast?
  • Esta mañana desayuné huevos y jugo de naranja. - This morning I had eggs and orange juice for breakfast.

We also have:

  • almorzar: to have lunch
  • comer: to have lunch/dinner (In Spain and Latin America the main meal is in the afternoon, around 14:00 to 16:00)
  • merendar: to have an afternoon snack
  • cenar: to have dinner

Visit my post related to this.

Many students get confused by these pronouns because in English you say “at school” or “at the party” but a is not at.

We use a when someone or something is going/moving to somewhere.
We use en when someone or something is located somewhere.

a = to
en = in/on/at

So we say:
Hoy fui a la escuela. - Today I went to school.
Estoy en la escuela. - I’m at school.

Voy a ir a una fiesta. - I’m going to a party.
Hay mucha gente en la fiesta. - There are a lot of people at the party.

See my post about this.

Remember it is:

Gracias por _____ - Thank you for ___
Perdón por _____ - Sorry for ___

When we want to say that we like something, we always need an article before the noun.

  • Me gusta el chocolate. - I like chocolate.
    Me gusta chocolate (X)

  • Me gustan las películas. - I like movies.
    Me gusta películas (X)
    Me gustan películas (X)

Remember “gusta” changes to “gustan” when the noun is plural.

When we want to talk about someone else’s likes. We use le.

le gusta / le gustan

And we also need A before the person that we are talking about:

  • A ella le gusta el café - She likes coffee.
  • A mi hermano le gustan los dinosaurios - My brother likes dinosaurs.
  • A mi amigo le gusta el fútbol - My friend likes football

(I think I should make a post only for “gustar”)

These are Spanish words that look very similar to English words but have different meanings.

See the post here.

I don’t know why some beginner Spanish students just skip these verbs or they take too long to learn them. We use them all the time and knowing how Reflexive Verbs work will help you understand many common phrases as:

¿Me veo bien? - Do I look good?
Te quiero ver. - I want to see you.
Nos vamos a la playa. - We’re going to the beach.
¿Cómo se dice? - How do you say it?

See my post: Introduction to Reflexive Verbs.
And here’s a video :)


I think that’s all for now!
People make all kinds of mistakes depending on their level and their first language. But these are the mistakes that I see repeating over and over again in all kinds of students.

However, don’t let mistakes stop you from talking. We can’t be perfect and we were not born knowing everything. And besides, people understand and they are glad to know you are making an effort learning their language.

:)

Vista de la entrada, Club de Yates de Acapulco,
av. Gran Vía Tropical esq.Tambuco, Las Playas, Acapulco, Guerrero, México 1954

Arqs. Mario Pani, Salvador Ortega Flores, Domingo García Ramos

Foto. Guillermo Zamora

View of the entrance, Yacht Club of Acapulco, av. Gran Via Tropical at Tambuco, Las Playas, Acapulco, Guerrero, Mexico 1954

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Estamos cansados. Somos un hermoso país que lo han llevado a la ruina. Antes la gente venía a nuestro país por el cálido clima, las hermosas playas ¡incluso el Salto Ángel! (que todos conocen por Up). Y ahora todos se van. Ya sea por el aeropuerto o un ataúd tres metro bajo tierra. Me duele mi país. Me duele ver que mis amigos se van porque saben que su futuro aquí ya no vale nada. Me duele ver como los niños/adultos/jóvenes se mueren a diario porque no hay insumos suficientes para todos. Me duele que no puedo salir a una disco o a casa de un amigo, incluso a caminar de noche porque corro el riesgo de ser asesinada sólo por un celular. Me duele ver que los chamos están dejando su vida por nosotros en la calle protestando mientras que a muchos no les importa. Me duele ver niños toooodos los días comiendo de la basura porque sus padres no tienen para llevarle ni un pedacito de pan a ellos o lo peor sus padres no pudieron conseguir alimentos porque nos hay NADA en este país. Se lo han robado todo que hasta el miedo se nos lo llevaron. Yo se que algún día te recuperaremos, mi amada Venezuela. Se que pronto todos volverán y lloraremos de alegría porque volveremos a ser un país hermoso, seguro y alegre. Pronto mi Venezuela. Pronto serás nuestra otra vez ¡QUE VIVA VENEZUELA NOJODA!

PD: Necesitamos que estas fotos den la vuelta al mundo para que sepan lo que sufre nuestro país. Por favor, ayúdanos a que todos sepan por lo que estamos atravesando, se nuestro granito de arena, de verdad necesitamos que el mundo vea la crisis que estamos atravesando los venezolanos. Por favor… Les prometemos que no les tomará mucho tiempo

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We are tired. We are a beautiful country that have brought it to ruin. Before, people came to our country because of the warm weather, the beautiful beaches, even the Angel Falls! (Which everyone knows about Up, the movie). And now they all go. Either by the airport or a coffin three meters underground. My country hurts. It hurts to see my friends leave because they know that their future here is not worth anything. It hurts me to see how children / adults / young people die every day because there are not enough medical supplies for everyone. It hurts me that I can not go out to a disco or to a friend’s house, even walking at night because I run the risk of being killed only by a cell phone. It pains me to see that young people are leaving their lives for us on the street protesting while many do not care. It hurts me to see children every day eating from the garbage because their parents do not have to take a piece of bread to them or worse their parents could not get food because there is NOTHING in this country. They have stolen everything that even the fear took away. I know that someday we will recover, my beloved Venezuela. I know that soon all will return and we will cry of joy because we will be a beautiful, safe and happy country again. Soon my Venezuela. Soon you will be ours again! LIVE VENEZUELA NOJODA!

PS: We need these photos to go around the world so they know what our country suffers. Please, help us all know what we are going through, it is our bit, we really need the world to see the crisis that we are going through the Venezuelans. Please … We promise you it will not take too long.

-Una chica invisible & Tiburón Krum

Mi intuición me dice que no volverás,
pero yo, sin embargo, sigo apostando
a la cuenta regresiva de tus besos,
a tus arañazos a mis plegarias,
implorando ser perdonado con una caricia.

Dime, cielo, ¿cuántas tormentas tendré que
enfrentar para un verano contigo?
Me digo a mí mismo que eres
lo que la primavera intenta explicar
al mundo con sus flores, sus colores y sus aromas.

Y caigo en la tentación de abrir de nuevo el cajón
y abrazar aquella fotografía donde segundos antes
me gritaste idiota y maldecías el día que me conociste.
Y yo te di un beso en señal de que siempre cometería tonterías,
pero que tú seguirías siendo mi tontita favorita.

Te mordía los labios cuando maldecías
y te arrancaba la piel a besos,
la ropa en el suelo
y los pies sobre las nubes.
La noche temió a la eternidad
cuando nos vio resistiéndonos a la
inercia conductual de un sistema retrógrada
que concluía que dos como nosotros
jamás serían uno.
Pero es que dos como nosotros
jamás restaríamos,
al contrario,
siempre sumábamos,
incluso nos multiplicábamos al ritmo de las estrellas
a medida que la oscuridad despierta.

Ojalá el tiempo te cure de mí, me decías mientras
abrías la puerta de un universo totalmente distinto.
Y hoy en día él solamente me ha mostrado
lo que yo ya sabía de memoria desde tu partida:
es decir,
que te echaría de menos,
incluso cuando la noche quemara
tanto o peor que el infierno.

Hay rincones a los que caminamos con la mente en blanco,
sin darnos cuenta de que los conocemos de memoria.
Igual me pasó contigo.
Te encuentro en cada chica a la que miro,
sin darme cuenta de que tú
siempre estarás en cualquier canción,
verso
o suspiro.

Querida, Ana,
ojalá el tiempo jamás borre mis besos de tu piel
como el viento borra las huellas de la playa.
Pero a quién quiero engañar:
si el tiempo hace lo mismo que el viento:
se lleva hasta el último gramo de arena.
Hasta el más fuerte amor.
—  “Recuedo olvidos”, Benjamín Griss
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Estamos cansados. Somos un hermoso país que lo han llevado a la ruina. Antes la gente venía a nuestro país por el cálido clima, las hermosas playas ¡incluso el Salto Ángel! (que todos conocen por Up). Y ahora todos se van. Ya sea por el aeropuerto o un ataúd tres metro bajo tierra. Me duele mi país. Me duele ver que mis amigos se van porque saben que su futuro aquí ya no vale nada. Me duele ver como los niños/adultos/jóvenes se mueren a diario porque no hay insumos suficientes para todos. Me duele que no puedo salir a una disco o a casa de un amigo, incluso a caminar de noche porque corro el riesgo de ser asesinada sólo por un celular. Me duele ver que los chamos están dejando su vida por nosotros en la calle protestando mientras que a muchos no les importa. Me duele ver niños toooodos los días comiendo de la basura porque sus padres no tienen para llevarle ni un pedacito de pan a ellos o lo peor sus padres no pudieron conseguir alimentos porque nos hay NADA en este país. Se lo han robado todo que hasta el miedo se nos lo llevaron. Yo se que algún día te recuperaremos, mi amada Venezuela. Se que pronto todos volverán y lloraremos de alegría porque volveremos a ser un país hermoso, seguro y alegre. Pronto mi Venezuela. Pronto serás nuestra otra vez ¡QUE VIVA VENEZUELA NOJODA!

Si estas imágenes no les tocan el corazón, definitivamente no deben de ser humanos!  #SOSVENEZUELA  #NOMASMUERTES

-Una chica invisible.

PD: Necesitamos que estas fotos den la vuelta al mundo para que sepan lo que sufre nuestro país. Por favor, ayúdanos a que todos sepan por lo que estamos atravesando, se nuestro granito de arena, de verdad necesitamos que el mundo vea la crisis que estamos atravesando los venezolanos. Por favor… Les prometemos que no les tomará mucho tiempo

Teen!Dean Drabble

Characters: Teen!Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean meets a girl at a motel.

Word Count: 634

Warning:  Smut

Jesus Christ.

I - oh god. Christ.

My fingers are inside of her. She let me push the fabric of her skirt aside and I slid her panties over and slipped my fingers in her. It’s warm and wet and soft - fucking hell - how is this even happening?

She whimpers when I move my finger a bit. Am I doing it right? Was that a noise of approval? I wiggle my finger and she gasps. Yeah, okay, she likes that. A lot, apparently.

I’m so fucking hard right now. My dick is pressed up to her and she’s pressed up against the wall. I wonder if she’s going to want to - oh, shit, I just might come in my pants. I ease back a little, I don’t want to blow my load now. That would be embarrassing.

She groans and I panic a little. Sammy is sleeping in the motel room. There’s no way he can hear her, but still. So I kiss her. It’s a wet and there’s a lot of tongue. It’s not my first kiss, but this is definitely my first time past second base. I did dry hump Katie Peterson back in Iowa, but that’s as far as went. This is uncharted territory.

I’d been checking her out at the pool, with those sexy curves and that beautiful smile. She came over to me, all flirty and out of breath. She’s on a family vacation, off to the Grand Canyon.  

I tell her I’m on vacation too, with my dad and my brother.

She told to meet her here, she’d come as soon as her parents fell asleep. I got Sammy to bed and then sat here waiting. Wondering if I was a fool, wondering if she’d come.

And she did. We kissed shyly at first, bumbling and awkward. But we fell into it, the kisses becoming deeper, more urgent.  I felt warm and tingly all over. Her hand ran up my back, I worked my hand under her shirt, up over her breast.  

Which led to me fingerbanging her behind the motel. I’ve never done this before and it’s incredibly fucking hot. I like all the sexy little noises she makes and the way she shifts her hips and rolls her body when I move my fingers a certain way.

My fingers are slick - fuck, I’m going to come. I feel that achy feeling in my balls, they pull tight, I know I’m about to lose it. I pull back again, I want to make her come before I do.  Truth is, I have no idea how to do that. I know a million ways to kill a monster. I know the way to make Sammy’s grilled cheese just right, but I know nothing about how to make a girl come.

My thumb feels a bit useless so I try stroking her on the outside with it. It brushes over a swollen little nub - oh god.  She just pitched forward and cried out when I touched it.

So I touch it again.

And again.  

Jesusmotherfuckingchrist.

I feel her clamp down around my fingers. I did not fucking know that happens. It’s like she’s pulsing around my fingers, her juices are running down my hand.

That’s it - I can’t even hold myself back now. I shudder against her and spurt all over the inside of my boxers, my vision going sideways. I can see fucking stars man.

We just stay there, panting and gasping, sticky from the warm summer night.  

She kisses me again, this time soft and not at all awkward.

She makes me promise to write, so I promise, but I probably won’t. Dad will be back soon and we’ll be heading out. She can’t exactly write me back, so what’s the point?

But goddamn, I’ll remember her forever.

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