#i’m not your perfect mexican daughter

[bellacardoza16]

Things so far that have put me in a chokehold this year:

1.) watching the dancing with the stars tour live for the first time and watching all the dances in awe.

2.) watching drag race for the first time specifically this season.

3.) listening to Cowboy Carter by Beyonce.

4.) crying over Lisa Frankenstein in theaters lol that was a good movie.

5.) buying Huda Beauty products for the first time because it’s amazing and I’m starting with the lip products.

6.) buying the new Princess peach video game for the Nintendo switch.

7.) reading I’m not your perfect Mexican daughter, Valley of the dolls, and Something more . If you want a cute coming of age slice of life book with a palestinan lead and with some autistic representation, I highly recommend it.

8.) listening to the Palestinan-Chilean singer Elyanna for the first time because HOLY COW her voice is wonderful.

[rayniscatstatue]

I’m only like 70 pages in. But it gives me Six Of Crows vibes. It follows a thief and an outlaw of the city. Loving it so far!

What is I’m Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter about? It seems so cool just by the title, lol

What are you reading right now? I’m just curious, lol. Possibly start a reboot chain

I’m reading Dance Of Theives

hey jesssss

right now i am reading I am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika Sánchez. Its a bit slow at first but the more i read the more i like it. Dance of Thieves is such a cool title. whats it about?

[juniperskye]

Why are you in my head? Pt. 5

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you are soulmates. The legend of soulmates is that you start to hear one another’s thoughts around age 16 – not all the time, but when you’re feeling a strong emotion. It simply flows out of you and into the other, the legend also states that the closer you are, the more you can hear them. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** I did also use some of the dialogue

Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts. (mind you, they are essentially hearing both sets of thoughts)

Eddie Munson x Fem Sunshine! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Fluff - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4**

Word count: 1893

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, explicit language, mention of hospitals, mention and brief description of childbirth, mention of birth defects (CHD), mention of surgery/aftermath, no use of y/n, fem reader, let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Ughhh, why isn’t he answering?” You shouted into the living room.

Now is not the time for you to be this busy Eddie!!!

You thought about it a little while longer, debating calling Eddie again or calling someone else. That was when you decided to call Wayne.

“Hello?” Wayne answered gruffly.

“Hey Wayne, are you uh, are you busy right now?” You asked.

“Hey darlin’ is everything okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah, well not actually, Eddie isn’t answering his phone and I ugh…I need to go to the hospital.” You rambled.

“Okay, you hang tight, I will be there soon! Keep calling Eddie okay?”

With that, Wayne hung up the phone and made his way to the truck, ignoring most traffic laws in hopes to get to you as soon as he, legally, can.

Eddie Munson if you do not pick up your phone I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS HOLY!!!

Shit, shit, shit!!! Is it time? I’m on my way!!!

The last seven years had been a whirlwind. Eddie had proposed to you six months after you heard him tell Wayne he was going to, that was 1986.

It was now 1993, and things were completely different than when you met Eddie. Since then, your parents had retired and started going on cruises, which is where they happened to be now. Wayne still worked at the factory but had cut back on his hours to help you and Eddie out.

Eddie got a job at a local body shop, he had stopped dealing drugs because it wasn’t safe anymore, given the expansion of your family. You had gone to school and were now working as a nurse, taking after your mom.

Your parents had surprised you and Eddie after you got married by buying you a house, they had sold theirs and bought a trailer, close to Wayne’s seeing as they were travelling so much. The house they bought you was modest, a one story, three-bedroom, two bathroom. It had a nice grassy yard that allowed you to host your friends should you choose. It also had a basement which was perfect for Eddie to transform into the ultimate DND room.

You had been pregnant at the wedding, not that either of you had been aware of that fact. You had found out about a month later and in the fall of 1987 your first child was born.

Eddie and you had two beautiful children, a son, Ronnie 6, and a daughter, Vivian 3. Both are named after members of Dio. You were hesitant at first, but after Eddie really got you into metal music (especially Dio) you caved.

Which leads you to now, spring 1993, you were currently in labor with your twins. Naturally Eddie wasn’t answering his phone, he hadn’t even wanted to get a mobile phone, but you had convinced him when you found out the potential risks of a multiples pregnancy. With your parents on a ship somewhere in the Mexican Riviera, you had no other choice but to call Wayne.

A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts. You waddled your way over to the door, just as Wayne let himself in.

“Thank you for coming Wayne!” You huffed.

Eddie you had better be at the hospital for this birth!

“Of course, kiddo. Where are the rugrats?” Wayne asked.

“They’re with Steve and Nancy today.” You explained as you gathered your things.

I’m on my way! Please be okay!

“You got everything you need?” Wayne asked.

“Uh yeah…” looking around one last time, “I think that’s everything.” You nodded.

Wayne reached for your bag and led you out to his truck. He opened your door for you and helped you up into the truck, refusing to leave your side until you were settled and buckled in. He finally made his way around to the driver’s side and started your journey to the hospital.

“Any word from the boy yet?” Wayne questioned.

“Not via phone if that’s what you’re asking” you took a sharp breath in “I can hear him internally panicking though.” You huffed out a laugh, trying to control your breathing.

As Wayne wheeled you into the hospital, a horde of your coworkers made their way to you. They were congratulating you, helping you get checked in, ensuring you were okay and honestly it was becoming a bit overwhelming. All you wanted was for Eddie to be by your side and for these babies to exit your womb.

Where are you?

I’m here, I’m here. Please don’t have the babies without me!

An OB nurse and Wayne walked with you to your room, Wayne began setting your things up around the room while the nurse got your vitals and those of the babies. While she did this, you could hear shoes scuffing along the linoleum floors.

“I’m here!” Eddie hollered, out of breath.

“Glad you could make it.” You bit. “Sorry, it’s the contractions talking.”

“It’s okay baby!” Eddie leaned over and kissed your forehead.

He walked over to assist Wayne in setting up the rest of your things. The two of you had made a list and were sure to pack all the things you wished you had during the last two births.

“I um, I got everything I need here. I’m just going to go get your doctor and I will be right back.” The nurse expressed wearily before making her exit.

She clearly didn’t read the chart and is concerned about Toni’s CHD.

Eddie let out a slight chuckle which caused Wayne to shoot him a questioning glance. Wayne let Eddie know he was going to go get a coffee and that he’d be in the waiting room. He also informed you guys that he would call your parents and your friends to inform them you were in labor.

“Hey you two! You ready to have these babies?” Your doctor asked as she entered your room.

“Hey Dr. Evans, and yes I am so ready for these two to be out of me!” You sighed.

“Well good, because by the looks of it, you shouldn’t have to wait too much longer.” Dr. Evans explained. “Also, I am sorry about the nurse earlier, she’s new, she doesn’t know you work here, or that you guys are more than aware of Toni’s congenital heart disease.”

“It’s okay!” You released a shaky breath as another contraction rolled through you.

“Can you explain it all to me again? I know we’ve gone over it, I just, I want to hear it again.” Eddie pleaded.

“Of course, so Toni has a tiny hole in her heart wall, so once she is out, our pediatric surgeon will take her to the operating room and repair it! Once it is all fixed up, she will be in the NICU for a little while, just while she heals and then she will be all set to go home and grow up! She will have to have regular checkups, but she’ll lead a relatively normal life.” Dr. Evans explained.

A hole in her heart, Jesus. She’s not even born and already her life is hard.

“Eds, honey she’s going to be okay. This is sadly more common than you’d think.”

Eddie placed his hand on your shoulder, appreciating your support. You looked up at him as another contraction ripped through you. You took a few more deep breaths, glancing over to Dr. Evans. She checked you once more and informed you that it was time.

Everything happened seemingly all at once. First out was Ozzy, he was taken over to be cleaned up and measured, next was Toni who was almost immediately taken to her surgery. Dr. Evans stitched you up (birthing twins was no joke…neither was the tearing that occurred) and congratulated you both. She also let you know that someone would be by to keep you updated on Toni’s status.

Eddie was sitting in the recliner holding Ozzy while you rested. Steve and Nancy were on their way with your kids, excited to meet the new additions to your family. Robin and Dustin called to let you know they’d be by soon and they were bringing you some real food.

A nurse stopped in to let you know that Toni was still in surgery, but it was going well, when you heard tiny feet slapping against the floor, growing in volume.

“Mommy!” Ronnie yelled, running to your bedside.

“Hey bug.” You reached your hand down to brush his curls back out of his face.

“Sorry! He’s so fast!” Steve apologized.

Steve lifted Ronnie and placed him at the foot of your bed, all the while Nancy was walking in with Vivian, who was fast asleep in her arms. She smiled at you and wished you congratulations and when her gaze landed on Eddie, she couldn’t help but coo at the sleeping baby resting on his chest.

Robin and Dustin entered moments later with a pizza, some soda, and a few gift bags in hand.

“Hey! Any word on Toni yet?” Robin asked as she wrapped you in a hug then made her way to poke at Ronnie, who burst into a fit of giggles.

“Uh not yet, the nurse just let us know that her surgery was going well.” Eddie explained.

The night seemed to drag, the food and good company was a nice distraction from the fact that your daughter’s tiny heart was being worked on. You were thankful for your friends, especially that they’d all been so willing to hang around until you heard more.

“Hey there” Dr, Evans popped her head in your room “I just wanted to let you know that Toni is out of surgery, she did great and is on her way to the NICU now! I can take you both over there if you’d like to see her?”

You glanced at your friends who all nodded in unison, their way of silently telling you to go and that they could watch Ronnie and Vivian. You smiled at them and allowed Eddie to help you into a wheelchair. Dustin gently handed Ozzy back to you and then Dr. Evans escorted you to the NICU.

“So don’t be alarmed, she’s hooked up to a few machines, but it is just to monitor her heart function and her vitals.” Dr. Evans stated, more so for Eddie than you.

Eddie pushed your chair over to the incubator that currently housed your daughter. You looked in at her, she was so tiny, there was a small bandage placed on her chest. Looking over at Dr. Evans, she nodded signaling it was okay for you to open the side panel and hold your baby.

You reached your left hand in while cradling Ozzy in your right. Eddie made his way around to the other side and reached in to hold Toni’s other hand.

She’s so beautiful, they both are.

You’re so beautiful. Thank you for making me a dad, again.

A tear slipped down your cheek. You were so incredibly happy to have Eddie by your side and four beautiful children. You couldn’t wait to be by their sides as they found love the same way you had with Eddie.

This life was such a gift, and you were so grateful for all of it.

Thank you for bringing light into my life. Thank you for loving me.

Fin

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[miguelswifey04]

pleaasee i wanna see how miguel would react if gabriella got a B- in spanish 😭😭 (like the one w rio n miles yk) bonus point if reader is latina 👀 im self projecting xd

LMAO yeah he’d probably be flabbergasted…

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miguel was a super supportive father whenever it came to gabriella. miguel and you supported her in anything and congratulated her when she had such good grades. but when gabriella had invited you and miguel to the parent-conference you come to find out that your daughter had gotten a B- in spanish. the principal was going over every little detail and showing gabriella’s transcripts—all her grades were perfect except spanish.

you being the calm and collected mother found it pretty hilarious—ironic even. you were born and raised by a mexican mother and an african american father but your first language was spanish. while miguel, was irish-mexican being fluent in spanish and of course in english. both being bilingual parents you taught gabriella both of best worlds and it did stick with her. maybe it was the fact she may have struggled on the expressive part of the language rather than receptive aspect of it. you side glanced at gabriella who was nervously smiling at you and miguel; miguel had concern etched all over his face and flabbergasted to say the least.

you gently squeezed gabriella’s hand and whispered, “it’s okay mija! just try to study more next time. i’m sure you’ll do great.” you were always an encouraging mother but miguel seemed to be slighting twitching in his seat. “what do you mean you got a B- in spanish, gabriella?” he leaned forward to meet gabriella’s gaze while she played with the straps of her backpack as she slightly bounced her leg up and down.

“i just did, perro pa no te preocupes, por favor.” she tried to calm down miguel who was taken aback to his own daughter receiving a B- in spanish. how could she? he thought to himself as he always did try to speak more spanish to her and teach her every now and then. honestly, it was more often that he spoke spanish to his wife and daughter, then in english. miguel calmed down a bit and fixed his glasses that were sliding off the bridge of his big nose. he leaned back letting the chair take in all his frustrations and worries. he inhaled and exhaled a couple times then nodded, “okay gabriella. it’s fine, just like your mother say just study next time,” he patted her head gently with a small smile cracking in the corner of his lips. you nodded happily that miguel, you husband, was understanding. everyone is not perfect and it’s okay to make mistakes. we all can learn from the mistakes we make no matter how big or small they are.

“gabriella, mi amor, grades are just one reflection of our abilities. you are so much more than a letter on a report card. your worth is not defined by a single grade,” you spoke up as miguel and you were holding gabriella’s hand, giving your own daughter words of encouragement. miguel decided to take it upon himself to sit his daughter down and go over spanish. it was a team effort, and you knew miguel could never stay mad forever at his only precious daughter.

[junmail]

Top 5 worst books and top 5 best books

worst;

MISTER MAGIC �� i recently read this and it has such a promising concept and honestly i enjoyed the first part of the book but for some reason the second half of it just fell flat to me, the buildup made it seem just so much more than what it was. this isn’t The Worst out of this bunch bc i did enjoy how it was reflecting like religion and being mormon but idk it just didn’t hit 😕

THEME MUSIC — again, such a promising concept but it just did not make sense to me on how (SPOILER !) **it was the father who murdered the family and was like haunting the daughter in her childhood home bc he was dead but he was actually alive in a psych ward and after it’s found out it was the uncle who did it the haunting just stopped ?? the author had such a good story here but then just threw it in the trash at the end**

DELICATE CONDITION — i’m seeing a trend here with my worst picks 😭 again ! again ! such a good storyline but the ending ???? like makes sense but also :/ when i saw what other book the author wrote it all made sense to me bc i didn’t enjoy their other book

WHEN YOU WERE MINE — i read this bc i watched the movie Rosaline and enjoyed it so much and let me tell you … they really should have said VAGUELY BASED ON THE BOOK bc all they took from it was it was in Rosaline’s pov bc this book 0/10 😭

THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO — i’m sorry ik it was or is like a huge deal and ppl love this book but it was so terrible !! don’t get me wrong evelyn hugo - icon love her and i did enjoy the concept of the book bc i’m fascinated with that time period but the way celia was hugely biphobic like are we overlooking that ??? and the way she was very manipulative

best;

HOME IS WHERE THE BODIES ARE — it was hard debating on whether it belongs it the worst or best category for me bc i wasn’t sure if the plot twist was actually good but when i was retelling the book to my sister i was like yk what wait, this actually was a pretty good book

ANNIE BOT — i’m usually not a huge fan of fantasy sort of books but i really enjoyed this book, i finished it in a day bc i just couldn’t stop reading it. i was almost upset with how the book was seeming like it was going to end but when it didn’t i was so happy omg, highly recommend !!

BABY TEETH — honestly this book is super weird but i enjoyed it so much, just the dual pov and how the author writes it , idk i just love it so much

I AM NOT YOUR PERFECT MEXICAN DAUGHTER — sooooo soooo sooo good !! i am always rereading this book and it hurts just the same as the first time like i cannot recommend this book enough

THE PEOPLE WE KEEP — this is such a good book to read if you’re not in the mood for a heavy plot or anything bc this is truly just a book of this girl living and i loved it so much

[f0point5]

Okay I feel like there’s a common misconception of hating on wags cause girls want to be one and yes that is the case for some girls but most girls who run gossip pages would actually not want to be wags cause if your are dating a hated driver you are fucked.

To say that wags get unnecessary hate is a lie, they get criticized more than anything, we all know its mostly the wags that do stupid shit just to get attention, (also before going into this I’ve never seen lances gf getting criticized, its always just lance and people question how they started dating, but they do just so they can find another reason to hate on lance.)

To say that all wag get hate just cause they are dating a driver and people are jealous is actually stupid cause often times fans of other drivers will come after the wags as a way of hating on the driver himself. We see this happen all the time, some max fans can’t stop bringing up checo cheating when hating on the Mexican, like honestly if him and his wife have moved on so should everyone fucking else.

Now when it comes to Lewis fans and Max fans hating on Kelly, like can you honestly blame them, who in their right mind as a mother thinks it’s normal to post your daughter naked, to have your daughter in a taxi without a seatbelt or car seat mind you in the video P was standing by the fucking window, people question how Kelly gets credit for being a good mom when she continues to do questionable things, she uses her daughter and max for clout, but it’s okay cause all wags use their boyfriends for clout right. Also don’t forget to mention that Kelly literally admitted to having a magical night with max when he was barely 18, hell for all we know he could have 17 and she was 27. But sure people have no fucking right to criticize her for her fucking actions, people have no reason to say she’s a fake activist when she posts about what’s happening right now and then posts an ads 3 post later, people have no right in criticizing her for defending her racist dads views, no one can criticize her for talking about overconsumption when it comes to holiday sales but she sits there with over 200 clothing items in max’s fucking home, no can criticize her for saying MAX IS A FUCKING STEPFATHER, after HE HAS SAID MULTIPLE TIMES HE’S NOT CAUSE P’S DAD IS IN HER LIFE. But yeah no don’t criticize her, she’s doing nothing wrong, fuck if that list wasn’t so fucking long I would go on.

People can’t criticize or judge Alexandra for deadass quitting university to fucking follow a guy around who is known to dump he’s girlfriends after 3-4 years cause he simply got fucking bored.

People rarely criticize Heidi from what I’ve seen, they mainly just make fun of Daniel for being with her for so long and not marrying her. But what I do I know right.

People can’t criticize Carmen for leaving her job for George like who the fuck does that, also people make fun of her calling him GR in her fucking post cause that’s actually fucking weird just call him George like fucking hell.

People can’t criticize Rebecca’s past simply just cause they liked Isa and cause Rebecca and Isa are the polar opposite from each other.

People definitely can’t criticize Luisa for lowkey using Lando for clout like fuck dude have you not seen she’s on dancing with the stars now and as far as I’m aware of, she wasn’t so popular like she is now, after her and Lando broke up. (And I literally hate bringing her up but everyone does, so whatever)

People can’t criticize wags for using their boyfriends for clout cause apparently none of them do, but that’s simply not true. I will believe you when it comes to both lilies cause one is extremely private and the other one has been more known cause golf has started to become an even bigger sport.

But of course everything a wag does is fucking perfect and they definitely don’t use these guys for clout, no one wants to become a wag, unless your Magui who is clearly desperate to be one and same with Kelly no offense. But holy shit guess what, if you guys can defend a wag from getting hated on why can’t you guys hold that same energy and defend a driver for getting on as well. Cause I’m sorry to say, but Max, Lando and Lance are some of the most hated drivers on the grid. But yet still ain’t no one defending lance, like holy fuck but of course no woman deserves the hate but a guy does.

How about instead of defending a wag from “unnecessary hate” why not defend a driver who gets unnecessary hate as well.

At least most gossip pages keep the same energy when it comes to wags and drivers.

At the end of the day most of these wags where just regular people till they started dating a driver.

Also this is in no way to hate on anyone I’m just trying to understand how the hell can you defend some of these wags actions and hate on everyone who points them out and or throw a pity feast for the wag when they get called out for it, but you won’t do it for the person these wags are dating.

✨U N W E L L ✨

I’m not even reading all this. I’m just not. I don’t have the energy.

I read the start, so I guess my point is, if you’re not jealous…what actually are you? Bored? You’ve got a calendar year free to write about people who date people who don’t know or care about you?

What is your damage?

Happy, fulfilled, balanced people don’t have this much negativity to point towards people that they don’t know and whose lives do not affect them. Get a life. Goddamn.

I’m only posting this to illustrate the craziness that exists when people can’t detach themselves from famous people and can’t deal with their own irrelevance.

Please go send this stuff elsewhere if it serves you in some way because I literally don’t have time to adequately respond.

[commander-writergirl]

Caretaker of Spider-People 2

Synopsis: Miguel learns so much being in the Spider Society. He has also decided that there’s not running from being Tio Miguel

Rating: PG/PG-13

Word Count: 1,328

AN: So this is mixed with movie canon and comic canon. I also basically have just been allowing what feels right to happen so enjoy. Once again if the Spanish is wrong or something comes off wrong, please let me know so I can fix it for this fic and future fics.

AAN: Also Pavitr is in this one hehe. AAAN: I gave Miguel, Oscar’s talent of guitar playing, mainly cause I feel like he would play it.

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“Then he got mad about me calling it Chai tea--”

    “That’s because it translates to tea tea!” Pavitr shouted.

    Miguel didn’t need to hear the story, but Miles couldn’t help himself. He kept wanting to tell the story over and over.

    “The English ruin everything.” Miguel said not looking up from the files he was reading.

    “Thank you!” Pavitr said, “He gets it!”  

    “Isn’t O’Hara English?” Gwen asked as she hung upside down from a power line.  

    “Irish, actually.” He answered, signing off on things Lyla had dropped in front of him.

    “Wait, you’re Irish?” Miles asked, squinting at the man.

    Miguel’s eye twitched at the thought of his biological father. And his statement remained, the English ruin everything. “Father was Irish, Mother was Mexican.”

    When no one said anything, Miguel looked up to see everyone looking at him. “What?”

    “So do you celebrate Irish holidays or Mexican holidays?” Miles asked.

    Miguel could see the cogs turning in his mind. Mexico and Puerto Rico shared similar traditions, but they were still different cultures.  

    “Both, I suppose. I’ve celebrated Day of the Dead and St. Patrick’s Day.” Though one was more fun for drinking than the other.

    “Is that why your spider is a skull?” Pavitr asked.

    Miguel looked down at the front of his suit. The red skull staring back at him. “Get back to work.” Miguel turned to his screens and went back to checking for anomalies.

    “Totally a Day of the Dead costume.” Hobie commented.  

    Miguel once again felt his eye twitch.  

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    “How do you deal with her crawling all over the walls?”

    “Don’t let her near anything that stains and just be ready to catch her.”

    Miguel could not believe he had to listen to this conversation. He had asked Jessica and Peter B to his office since they were older and the most responsible of their society, hoping he would be able to take a little leave as Jessica had started suggesting. But Jessica had brought her son and Peter always had May.

    They had decided now was the perfect time to share parenting tips.

    “How do I know if I’m doing something wrong?” Jess asked looking at her sleeping son.

    “You won’t.” Miguel and Peter said at the same time.

    Peter and Jessica turned to Miguel. They both knew he chased after a happier life, but both seemed to have forgotten he had been a father, even if only for a little. It’s why he was so apprehensive about holding either child.

    “You just hope you don’t screw up too much.” Miguel turned away from them as he worked to control his emotions.  

    The two parents stood, “We’ll give you a moment.” Peter said before the two walked out of his office.

    “Lyla, pull up file 582.” Miguel said pulling a screen towards him.

    The screen flickered to life and his wife and daughter appeared. Miguel regretted many of his choices, but the little time he got with them wasn’t one of them.

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    Miguel couldn’t remember why Ben Reilly was in his office. He thinks it was a bet he lost but he was truly ready to rip the man’s head off.

    Miguel once again found himself lamenting over the fact he couldn’t paralyze himself.  

    “Another flashback,” Ben groaned curling in on himself.  

    Miguel sighed and felt the floor under his feet get weird before finding himself falling through universal space time.

    He dropped and rolled before getting to his feet, “What the...” Miguel looked around. There were slight differences between a thousand dimensions. Most New York’s looked similar, but he was always aware when he was somewhere familiar.

    “Oh good, it worked.” Miguel turned to find Gwen standing behind him in street clothes.

    “Why am I here?” Miguel asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

    Gwen kicked a rock and looked down. If Miguel didn’t know better, he would say she was nervous.  

    “Sobrina, ¿Que es?” Miguel said crossing his arms.

    “My dad wants to meet you.”  

    “Why?”  

    “Well,” Gwen messed with a strand of hair. “I’ve been taking photos of my friends and since my dad knows I’m Spider-woman, I have been hanging them up.”

    “Okay, but why does he want to meet me? Jessica’s your mentor.” Miguel was very confused. At least it got him away from the traumatized Ben Reilly.

    “Jessica is easy to explain. But you, a man in a photo where Miles wrote ‘Tio,” that’s harder.”  

    Now the pieces clicked for Miguel. “He wants to make sure I’m not a cult leader.”

    Gwen nodded, “Old police habit.”  

    “Fair enough.” Miguel hit a few buttons on his watch and his spider suit shifted to street clothes.  

    “Cool.” Gwen walked to the ledge.

    “Gwen, I don’t stick.”

    “Oh, right,” she changed her direction to the roof door and Miguel followed.

    To be honest, he was surprised this didn’t happen more often with younger members, but most weren’t out to their parents.  

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    “Come on Tio, it’ll be fun.” Miles said as he climbed the steps.  

    “You realize a stranger--”

    “You’re not a stranger.”

    “Miles, Hispanic hospitality can be up in the air for random people a 16 year old brings home.” Miguel said as he followed. He felt weird in the jeans, a tee, and jacket. His nerves were making it hard to keep his talons tucked. And the clothes itched in general.

    He never believed in missing his 2099 clothes so much.

    “It will be fine. I told them you’re my Spanish tutor.”

    Miguel stopped short, “You’re failing Spanish?”

    “Uh it’s a B so not really failing.” Miles dropped his head and raised his shoulders.

    “Mother yell at you already?” Miguel caught up to the young man.

    “Yea, my dad didn’t--”

    “Save you? That makes him a smart man.” Miguel said. “My... dad tried to intervene once, my mother glared at him.” Miguel shook his head as they came to the roof door.

    “What were your parents like?” Miles asked as they both stared at the door, sounds of the party reaching them.  

    It was Miles’ birthday and he wanted Miguel there. Miguel was sure Gwen was already here, but he wasn’t going to bring it up.

    “Very... loving. As you have learned most spider people are smart and creative. My parents fostered both sides of me.”  

    “How are you creative?”

    “I can play guitar.” He hadn’t played in a long time. His frustrations usually meant his talons came out. But it had been one of the few instruments he could use to honor both cultures.

    “That’s cool.” Miles said both still staring at the door.

    “We should probably join them, it is your party after all.” Miguel nudged Miles' shoulder.

    Miles nodded and pushed open the door, Miguel instantly put his sunglasses on.

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    Jessica walked into Miguel’s office to find Gwen and Miles huddled together whispering. It wasn’t unusual, there was even a pool going on about how long it would take them to start dating.  

    But that’s not why Jessica was here, “Where’s Miguel?”  

    The two jumped apart making the older woman chuckle and shake her head.

    “He’s not here.” Gwen said her cheeks turning pink.

    “I can see that.”

    “Oh, he left this for you.” Miles snapped his fingers before grabbing a tablet and handing it to Jessica.

    Jessica took it and hit play. Miguel’s face filled the screen.

    “Hey Jess, I’m taking a few days to recharge. You and Peter B. are in charge. Don’t let the teens and Hobie run the zoo. I’ll see you in a few days.”

    “Huh, he took my advice.” Jessica said.

    “He’s also really good with parents.” Gwen said, “I think he’s loosening up.”

    “Bite your tongue Gwen, you may jinx us all,” Jess said, her eyes on the tablet as a note appeared

                               Put me down for 12 days from the time you get this.                                                                         -MO

    Jessica shook her head and smiled. He really thought 12 days would be enough for two teenagers to realized they liked each other.

[erectedingold]

experienced 4 pieces of media today 🤤🤤🤤

1. The Free Wheelin’ Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

2. The Perks of Being a Wallflower

3. When We Were Friends - The Backseat Lovers

4. Rereading “I am not your perfect mexican daughter”

very solid day today i’m happy with all of that & i did some writing

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‘Barbie’s America Ferrera, On Catching The Pink Wave And Making Her Directorial Debut ‘I’m Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter’ http://dlvr.it/T36kzW

[bells14threason]

5 years later..

I think about how fucked our relationship is and i start to get sad and get a little urge to reach out and try to fix it then i sit back and realize you did this. There’s nothing for me to fix. You left. You cheated on US. You took everything and just left. I Had to make sure the food was on the table. I had to make sure the house was functioning. I had to make sure my family was going to be okay. I went from being the daughter and sister to a sister wife daughter and mom over night. Seeing my dad so fucked up that he cries was sickening. A MEXICAN MAN CRYING. lol unheard of. So now a little over 5 years later seeing my dad happy with a woman who loves him and seeing my brother doing so good. Part of me feels so proud because i did that. I kept them together while i was falling apart i made sure everything was dealt with how it need to be. That was no thanks to you tho. You made me hate bad mothers because the kids never do anything to deserve that typa shit. Kids need a parent’s pure love for LIFE. You don’t become an expert at life when you turn 18. Because of you I’m so damaged. Because of you I’m angry. Because of you i know I’ll be a great mother because i will never be a thing like you. Because of you I’m stronger.

To MY SON i know your so angry because you needed you mom for alot and still do and im still learning life my self but im glad you have me and dad to guide you and be there when you need anything and everything. You have the most pure heart you don’t always make the best choices but you’re still learning. I pray that god reaches out and touches your heart and points you in the right direction for you. Your so smart and i know your going to continue to grow into an amazing husband and dad one day and im grateful to be apart of that.

To my dad you haven’t always made the best decision and your far from perfect but your love is all I’ll ever need parent wise. Your wisdom and love is the most pure and i know I’m just like you and that’s why we bud heads the way we do but without you i don’t know where id be thank you for choosing to live another day when i know you wanted to give up. I pray you stay nothing but happy in this life because you deserve it.

To my self it’s okay to not be okay. You had to do it with a smile on your face and nobody to wipe your tears at night. You had to make it happen and pay for your school and work 2/3 jobs to make sure shit was done. You might be struggling right now but brighter days are coming. It’s okay to cry it’s okay to feel your feelings. You’ve been through hell and this is your story. It’s just the beginning despite what it may feel like. Choose life no mater how hard it may be some days choose life because better days are coming whether it’s today next week or next year good is coming because your a good person. Don’t allow your part to be your future.

[brutefury]

dude i’m trying to listen to an audiobook of i’m not your perfect mexican daughter and the narrator is killing me it’s not good

[blogbibliophilia]

Book Review: I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika L. Sánchez

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Book Length: 352 pages

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My Review: I’m always memorized by adult authors who can write in the teenage mindset and voice. The leading character Julia was a very complicated one, as she is a 15-year-old navigating typical teenage angst compounded with the death of her sister, trying to learn more about her dead sister’s life, and living with parents who believe so deeply that their deceased daughter followed all the traditions of their Mexican culture whereas Julia doesn’t. A lot was going on in her life, and I understood all the emotions she endured. As a pediatric nurse, I like teenagers the most out of all the other ages in the pediatric population because of their challenges. I find the complexities of that age group fascinating, hence why this book resonated with me. I also loved the author’s balanced use of humor in a story centered primarily on death and self-harm. I think that Julia, despite these serious challenges in her life, found her sarcasm and humor to be like an anchor for her during the hard times.

[study-coffee-chicago]

Here’s the three new books I bought last week and coffee because #coffeeobsessed. I’m currently reading “Why We Sleep” (middle book) and it’s filled with TONS of good info which is easily digestible. Also, I ordered two books on amazon today and I plan on ordering another one because a new book I want to read comes out mid-August.

[lupeereads]

Currently reading/listening to.

[enchiladalovingwriter]

Hi I’m new to writing and for now I want to be know only as the masked writer! I started writing after reading some of the amazing fics people have written on here and feel in love with it when I have it a go. The escape from reality and the semblance of control it gives me when life is a bit too chaotic has meant it’s become something I want to continue doing. So I hope you enjoy my first fic

You and Alexia hadn’t been dating long when she introduced you to her family. It wasn’t surprising to Alexia that Eli took a liking to you right away. She noticed that you always seemed to know what her daughter needed before she even did. You weren’t smothering, or overly doting like some of her past relationships. For Eli, you were a breath of fresh air, and you paid attention to the little things about Alexia and each person that was important in her life. You memorized coffee orders, and dropped them off to the women when you would pick Alexia up for training in the mornings, you got along really with with Alba and would let her choose things for herself first with the new swag you’d get from endorsements, being Mexican-American you already knew Spanish, you learned to cook Alexia’s favorite comfort meal so you could make it for her when she was having a rough day, you gave her space when she needed it without taking it personal, you would take Nala for walks when you noticed Alexia was too tired to do it. Basically, you took care of her and her family without being overbearing or expecting anything in return.

The only time you had been uncomfortable with them was when the topic of your family came up at a dinner. You didn’t speak much about them, and that was for good reason. “So Y/n, your family must be extremely proud of you. You’re successful in football, you’re intelligent, and you’re very well rounded girl. It must be difficult being away from them no?” You froze, not knowing what to say and Alexia couldn’t really help. She didn’t know anything about your family herself. Most of the time her and her family were the topic of conversation. Your family and past just never really came up and you preferred it that way. “Um, I’m actually not very close with my family. I haven’t spoken to them in quite some time.” “Ahh, I knew she was bound to have a flaw. She seemed too perfect,” Alba teased. Alexia and Eli could see the discomfort that Alba didn’t and it was clear something happened in your past that you wanted to keep buried. So Alexia spoke up. “Alba, stop.” Eli immediately followed up with, “mija, I’m so sorry if I overstepped. You don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to. But just know you can always talk to us.” After Alba noticed your discomfort, she apologized as well. “It’s okay, I was just embarrassed because I’m not close with my family like you are,” you said trying to cover up your nerves.

The rest of night went by without any awkwardness, but Alexia couldn’t stop thinking about the incident that happened at dinner and how she never noticed how little you talk about yourself. She could have slapped herself for never asking you about you more. She was going to make it her mission to treat you as good as you’ve treated her even though you would argue that she treats you perfectly.

You hugged Eli and Alba goodbye and Alexia walked you to the door. You gave her a kiss on the cheek and turned to leave when she grabbed your wrist. “Y/n, I’m sorry about dinner.” You looked at her confused, “Why are you apologizing? Dinner was great. I love spending time with Alba and your mom.” “That’s not what I meant. I mean the question about your family-“ you cut her off politely. “Alexia, it’s okay. I’ve already forgotten about it. I’ll see you tomorrow when I pick you up for training.” You kissed her cheek again and made your way to your car. Alexia hadn’t forgotten about it. After about a half hour of obsessing over dinner, Alexia grabbed Nala and left for your house.

You were getting your bag ready for training when you heard knocking at your door. You were surprised to see Alexia and Nala standing on your doorstep, “Alexia? Is everything okay?” She set Nala and her bags down and wrapped her arms around your neck. You quickly returned the embrace worried that something horrible happened. “Alexia, I’m not complaining at all about this, but what’s going on? Did something happen? Are your mom and Alba o-“ she cut you off with a soft kiss. “They’re fine. I wanted to spend the night with you to talk.”

You weren’t stupid, you knew what she wanted to talk about but you wanted to delay this conversation as much as possible. “Talk? Let’s get you and Nala settled first.” Before she could stop you, you went out to her car to get Nala’s bed and her bag of supplies, then you grabbed Alexia’s bag and took everything upstairs to get set up. When you came back down, Alexia was sitting on the couch, a glass of wine poured for herself and some sparkling water for you. You could feel the nerves starting to kick in, but you decided to get it over with and hope that maybe by the end of this conversation, she wouldn’t hate you.

“Y/n, I’ve been a terrible girlfriend.” Okay, that was not the direction you thought the conversation would go. “What are you talking about? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Of course you’re not a terrible girlfriend.” “Y/n, everything revolves around me and my family in this relationship. We never talk about you. I don’t know anything about your family... I saw how uncomfortable you were when my mom asked you about them. Y/n, why aren’t you close with your family?” There it was. You took several moments to think about what you wanted to say. You decided to try to avoid the subject, knowing that it was not going to work. “Alexia, it isn’t a big deal.” She immediately countered, “it’s a big deal to me. Please Y/n, just tell me. I want to know everything about you.”

You took a deep breath. There’s no way you were getting out of talking about it with her. Not when she was looking at you the way she was. “My parents just aren’t good people,” you said looking down. When it became clear you weren’t going to continue, Alexia cupped your face and turned you so you were facing her. “What do you mean they aren’t good people?” If she were being honest, she was terrified of the answer to that question by the way your shut your eyes and tightened your jaw. Realization started to dawn on her with your lack of response and her eyes started to water. “Did they hurt you Y/n?” She managed to get out. You couldn’t answer that, but you didn’t have to. Alexia knew after several moments passed without you saying anything.

The sob that escaped her lips made you open your eyes. She was crying, and it was all your fault. You hated yourself in that moment. Before you could spiral into your self deprecation, she lunged forward and held onto you for dear life, making her way into your lap, and bringing your head so that your nose was buried in her neck. You couldn’t do anything but hold her and breath her in. She was crying into your hair and she kept repeating that she was sorry. She had nothing to be sorry for and you told her as much. She pulled away and held your face in her hands before she leaned down to kiss you. It seemed like Alexia’s thought process was to try to kiss the past pain away and you were pretty sure she could. After several minutes, she rested her forehead against yours and breathed a soft “I love you” that ghosted over your lips. When she rested her head on your chest, you kissed the top of her head and told her you loved her too, more than anything. You both knew that the conversation wasn’t over. She had so many questions, but for right now she just wanted to be with you, to hear your heartbeat and know that you were away from whatever you had to deal with in the past.

Alexia’s breath has evened out, alerting you that she had fallen sleep and you were ready to crash too, but you knew that sleeping the way you were positioned would not be good for either of you tomorrow, so you picked Alexia up like a toddler and carried her to bed, Nala not far behind. After getting changed, you fell asleep in a similar fashion to how you were on the couch. You were flat on your back and Alexia had made her way on top of you, resting her head on your chest.

The next day, Alexia had told her mom and sister, after asking you if it was okay, and when you showed up to make dinner, they just held you for what felt like hours. Alba apologized profusely to which you told her it wasn’t necessary, and Eli held your face in her hands, and told you that you have a family with them now. You didn’t know what you did to get so lucky.

Several weeks had gone by without any discussion about your past and you thought you were in the clear, but Alexia had started asking you more about it while you were out on a dinner date. You told her it would probably be best to discuss the topic at your house thinking that maybe she’d forget. She didn’t. When you arrived at your house, she started asking you question after question, all while trying not to cry as you answered truthfully. You didn’t want to talk about what your parents did to you but for some reason Alexia needed to know. In her mind, she needed to know exactly what you went through so she was sure she would never do anything remotely like what your parents did.

For you, the only positives that came out of opening up about your past, were that Alexia could understand you and why you were the way you were a little better, and that you gained a new family from it.

That’s what led you to where you were now. It was a beautiful day in Barcelona on this Mother’s Day and you had prepared a special breakfast for Eli at your house. You had spent weeks perfecting her favorite dish for this occasion. After breakfast, you got to work cleaning up the dishes while Alexia and Alba watched Eli open her gifts. While you were finishing up the last of the dishes, Alexia made her way over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. She kissed your neck and said, “mama loved the breakfast. Thank you for making it special for her.” You just nodded your head and smiled when Alexia buried her head into your back. “Ugh, get a room you two,” Alba fake gagged, which caused Alexia to flip her sister the middle finger and Eli to scold both girls.

“Y/n we are going to take mama to explore around the city,” Alexia said. “Okay, you girls have an amazing time and don’t get into too much trouble,” you joked pointing a finger at Eli. All three women looked at you confused. “Y/n, mija. You’re coming too, let’s go,” Eli said matter of factly. “Oh no Eli, I don’t want to impose. This is your special day with your girls. You should enjoy that.” “Y/n, you are one of my girls. Now chop chop,” she ordered.

After you got home from dropping the girls off, you pulled out your phone only to be greeted by an onslaught of Instagram notifications. You opened up the app and saw that Alexia had posted some great pictures with Eli and Alba with the caption “Mums day💗”. The third picture included just you and Eli, you giving her flowers and kissing her cheek, and her wearing the biggest of smiles. You smiled to yourself, feeling like you finally had an actually family.