I'm half Mexican, and I want to thank you for making me feel better for not being as fluent in Spanish or more in touch with the culture as much as my relatives or I hope that I'd be.
Yeah, i think it’s a common issue w first/second generation immigrants that there’s a lot of latinx not getting taught spanish. i think it’s important to still remind people that latinx are still latinx whether or not they speak spanish because you don’t know the reasoning behind why someone wouldn’t know it (trust, there’s a variety of reasons). Personally, I’d consider myself like 60% fluent but that has been on my own volition and no thanks to my parents - who are fluent mind you but got lazy with teaching me. I’m still latinx. So are you.
LOVES TO MAKE ALLURA LAUGH, like, really, really laugh. Its probably an awful joke, but she found it funny anyway and he loves that
When the co leaders of Voltron convene in the common room before bed, “mission debriefings”
*cough ahem* slowly end up turning into “getting to know each other
briefings”. Eventually all professional pretenses are dropped at the door
and they just end up relaxing around each other, both feeling free to be
BONUS: bearded Shiro ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I have no explanation for that, just let me self indulge in peace
Summary: These pranks are getting pretty out of hand… Enough said.
Pairing: Warren x Reader
Warnings: It might be intense fluff, it might be light smut… Who knows? Swearing, as always.
A/N: Currently super pissed off at tumblr right now. I had like 3 stories I was going to publish today and they all got deleted, so that was fun. If you guys have any alternatives to tumblr drafts could you message me bc I’m legit so lost… 😱 Sorry that this is super late. You guys should request for sure because this writer’s block is killing me. 😭 😭
“Shit!” You gasped as you felt the icy water soak through your clothes. In an instant, you felt another balloon explode against you, drenching you once more. “What the fuck?”
You wiped the water from your eyes, shivering against the wind. You had just come out of the mansion with Jubilee, heading to the pond for a nice, relaxing lunch with Jean, Scott, and Kurt. Instead, the moment you stepped outside, you were attacked.
You looked up to find Warren and Peter, perched in a tree with a bucket of water balloons. They hi-fived before Warren swooped down and Peter skidded to a stop at your left side with a cool gust of wind.
Yep, it me. As of about midday yesterday, I no longer have a place in my family home, where I’ve basically lived all my life. I’m currently staying with my father, but it’s not sustainable because his home is 2 hours by public transport from where I work, and 3 from where I study (and no, I don’t drive). I’m looking for apartments, but it’s just so much work! Seriously, I didn’t realise that it was so competitive!
I’m not asking for money, I still have my job and hey, living on $100 AUD a fortnight after rent is totally doable, it’ll be an adventure. What I really need now is a little positivity. So if anyone wants to send kind words or encouragement my way, it’d really be appreciated.