“Being Welsh in a small village people always said to me that I looked like Catherine Zeta-Jones. And you go to a new country and I just remember a security guard going, ‘Oh my God, you look just like Shakira!’ That was about it – the perception of female celebrity. Everyone is grouped together,even though you’re different musically.”
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.
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
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.
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
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.