shakira be like

“Stardust, in you and in me”

I wanted to play with lighting effects and the boys wanted in on it apparently

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Powerful Latinas in the music industry or I would say entertainment industry itself, there’s not much of a presence. And the little presence that there is we have some very incredible talent. You have people like Shakira, Jennifer Lopez, [Selena Quintanilla and Jenni Rivera may they rest in peace.] Leslie Grace, Karol G, Sofia Reyes - we’re like the younger generation that’s coming through. There’s so many but compared to the bigger percentage of the entertainment business I also feel like we’re just this little drop in the water. I think although we’re little we do make an impact and that’s something really special. Our message is that we’re proud of where we come from. And we’re proud of who we are, the color of our skin, our language and the passion that we bring.

HEADCANON

what if keith can fucking d an c e?

like one day he finds lance alone in the training room and some pop-y kind of sing is playing, and keith looks in and nearly chokes

cause lance is fucking shaking his hips like a champ, and holy sh i t

so keith vows to himself that he’d learn how to dance and dance with lance even if it kills him

cue a few months later and team voltron is at some kind of ball

keith gathers up his courage and loudly asks lance to dance, and lance goes like. really red and stutters before saying yes

they get to the dance floor and lance blushes even more when he realizes keith is leading

the music comes on and both of them resemble tomatoes because it’s a freaking tango??? (pidge just smiles innocently in the background)

and lance is ready to say they can wait until later but then freaking keith just goes for it

like what the fucking shit that is so fucking h o t lance thinks as keith leads him through a really fast tango without breaking eye contact

and his steps are like. perfect

they end with a dip and it’s kinda weird cause lance is taller but you know what whatever cause lance yanks keith down and kisses him

all in all: give me dancing and pining keef

(big thanks to @allaroundartists for helping with this idea)

Hips Don’t Lie (Jaime Reyes x Reader)

I DO NOT OWN THE GIF | WC: 972

PROMPT?:  Imagine going dancing/clubbing with Jaime Reyes and both of you being equally impressed by the other’s dance moves. Bonus points for a Shakira song playing in the background. and  I love your writing so much and I would really appreciate it if you made a Jaime Reyes x reader (if you do blue beetle)

A/N: scarab talking = bold and I get major bonus points. Shakira song in the TITLE **ay dio = oh god** also I am such jaime reyes trash and I fricking looooooovvvveeee him with all my being

WARNINGS: hips don’t lie, clubbing, sneaking out, cursing, grinding, sexy thoughts, scarab cockblock, sexy times implied

The ridiculous ringtone that you refused to teach him how to change rang out and stirred Jaime in his sleep. He rolled over, the scarab itching his back. Jaime Reyes, why are you awake. “(y/n) is calling.” Jaime groaned, sitting over the side of his bed and picking up the phone. “Hey, you okay?” Jaime asked, wondering (and hoping) he could go back to bed. “Get dressed. We’re going clubbing.” you said very quickly before continuing on the explanation onto why, Jaime flopped back on his bed with a sigh. “Don’t huff mister. Get dressed and fly over here. I want to dance and you’re the only person I know who can.” you said, and Jaime could just imagine your smirk. “How long do I have?” Jaime asked, rolling his eyes as he pulled his sweatpants up around his butt. “Fifteen minutes.” you said, Jaime already knew you were ready. “(y/n), you live across town. That’s thirteen minutes by itself.” Jaime scoffed, knitting his eyebrows. “Better get hustlin’ hermano. My window’s open. I’ll be waiting. Wear those tight jeans you know I like.” you purred slightly at the end and when you hung up, Jaime finally felt how hot his face was. 

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Here is the story where Stiles makes so many puns that Peter nearly dies of laughter. Watch for the cut, it’s over 2.5k words. Most of these puns come from the light of my life, @chilassa.


Stiles knew that he wasn’t the most subtle person to ever grace this earth. But compared to the Hale’s he was a fucking ninja.

He couldn’t believe that no one had figured out yet that they were actually werewolves. Real, actual, honest to god werewolves. That no one knew about.

Stiles really started to question this town’s intelligence.

It took him three days to suspect what they were and after the full moon on the eighth day of their acquaintance, he was convinced and had damning proof right there.

They were having deer for dinner. Deer and rabbit. When none of them were a hunter and no one in that house owned a gun. That in itself was suspicious enough, but then, to top it off, they also let Stiles see the carcass before they cut it into smaller bits.

And a torn out throat is not exactly the death a hunter, a human hunter, would inflict on some poor deer. Werewolves though…. They most definitely would.

Stiles had been suspicious before that though. Cora and Laura had roped him into some kind of friendship in less than a day, Stiles was still unsure how that actually happened, and even Derek seemed not to hate Stiles on sight, which was strange enough.

But they wouldn’t stop talking about how something, or even someone, smelled, they noticed people long before they even came in sight, they knew when someone was upset, and don’t even get Stiles started on all the touching. Though according to what he found online, scenting was more like it.

They were like a bull in a china shop and Stiles wondered how no one had figured it out yet.

And worse, how the Hale’s could think that they were subtle at all.

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