#phrases in spanish

[er-cryptid]

Affirmative vs Negative Expressions

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[piafgodalhi]

Me desmorono en pedazos microscópicos por un amor que no me corresponde.

[justmeandmythoughtts]

Ya no se, yo estoy muy cansada

[varilien]

For the triggun holloween requests, vash and wood couple costumes

ive gotten the suggestion for vashwood morticia and gomez a few times which is great cuz ive been thinking forever about it purely for the "speaks french x speaks spanish" of it all fhdjdjd

[beatleswings]

Carmen is such a mood.

[wannawrite999]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Los Chicos Peleandoooooo

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[atompalace-official]

learning a few Spanish phrases with Pokémon ✨

[adeleine-everyday]

day 102

no sabo kid

[jessiescock]

ok i got another one

i can’t seem to find a comprehensive list of dub languages online rn, these are the audio options i can select on my netflix account – not included in the poll but also available to me are hindi, indonesian, thai and a japanese audio description. idk tho if those are all that were produced or if there’s more options that are just not available in my region, lmk if there’s something else i missed here! also if you’ve listened to/watched multiple of these options do kindly tell which one(s) you like best!

[katelynnwrites]

I Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend (I Wanna Kiss Your Lips) | Ona Batlle

warnings: stomach ache inducing fluff

word count: 1706

summary: in which ona decides she wants to be your first kiss

a/n: this is my 50th fic for ona 🥰

‘You haven’t had your first kiss yet?’ Millie yells.

‘Damn Millie, why don’t you just let the whole team know.’ You sigh and sink down further in your seat.

The blonde’s voice had clearly carried down the length of the bus because Ella and Alessia appear soon enough.

‘Look I know you’re the team baby but seriously you haven’t had your first kiss yet?’ Less says in disbelief.

‘Guys come on, it’s not a big deal. I just haven’t found anybody I want to kiss yet.’ You try and assure them but at this point it’s too late because Millie has several of your teammates agreeing to go out to a club after the away game to try and find you someone to kiss.

Sighing once more, you realise there’s no way you would be able to get out of whatever your teammates were plotting.

Fifteen minutes later, when Millie starts questioning you about your type, you grab your airpods and phone, escaping the blonde to sit with a brunette instead.

A certain brunette that simply lets you lean into her shoulder and exhale in relief.

‘They’re trying to find you someone to kiss?’ She murmurs, letting you play with the rings on her hand.

You merely make a face and Ona laughs softly, switching the subject and asking if you’d like to watch a movie.

You’re all too happy to agree.

******

Ona helps you to put together an outfit from the limited clothes you had brought.

She’d laughed as you had voiced your complaints about being dragged out for the night.

All you wanted to do was curl up and watch a movie, maybe with your roommate watching it with you. Ona’s easily your best friend and you loved spending time with her.

The Spanish girl was someone whom you related to almost immediately, the out of place feeling being the common thread between the both of you, given that she had signed for United just before you.

It wasn't long before the two of you managed to adapt to the new team but the bond the both of you had stayed. If anything, it had only become stronger.

Ivana was nice and she often hung out with you and Ona but the friendship you had with her, wasn’t quite the same as what you had with Ona.

In fact, your best friend had a phrase she liked to use to describe how close you were, mi media naranja.

It was in Spanish so you didn’t understand but she said it translated to the other half of your orange.

You could not help but tease Ona, saying that you couldn’t believe she had compared you to an orange. The Spanish girl had blushed and stammered about how a direct translation was not the same as the original meaning.

Ona calling your name draws you out of your thoughts and she rolls her eyes at you.

‘Finally naranja. I thought I had lost you to your thoughts.’

Smiling at her sheepishly, you offer a meek apology which the Spaniard accepts easily.

Holding up two different tops, she asks, ‘Now choose, black or white?’

******

You begged Ona to come with you. And even though a part of her really wanted to stay at the hotel, she couldn’t say no to you. That’s how she finds herself all dressed up and squeezed beside you, into a cab with a bunch of your other teammates.

******

At the club, you’d hid your growing anxiety as Millie and Alessia introduced you to girl after girl, attempting to find one you liked.

It’s mildly exasperating to both your teammates that you keep making up excuses and turning all of them down.

Eventually they had given up, swearing that they would try again another night. Lessi had sarcastically mumbled something along the lines of how no one in the club was your type as she’d left to join Ella.

She was wrong and if you were being honest, there was someone who had caught your eye.

Said someone had caught your eye a long time ago and you were pretty sure you were in deep.

Taking your chance to seek her out, you begin looking all over.

It was strange that she wasn’t on the dance floor because Ona could usually be counted on to show off her dance moves even before she’d had drinks. It was also strange that you basically hadn’t seen her since Millie and Lessi had whisked you away.

You had hoped that Ona would stick around but you chalk her disappearance up to her wanting to give you some privacy.

You’d searched practically the whole club before it occurrs to you to check the toilets. Your teammates had been unhelpful when you had asked if they had seen Ona so this really was the only place she could be.

And she was. The brunette you had been searching for was leant up against the bathroom counter, an unreadable expression on her face.

‘Ona.’

Exhaling in relief, you hug her gently and Ona immediately opens her arms to you.

‘Hi.’ She softly whispers and you squeeze her waist a little harder.

‘You okay?’ She checks and you hum, turning your head so that you can breathe in the scent of her perfume.

‘Better now that I’m with you.’ You assure her and she blushes slightly and murmurs her similar thoughts. That she too felt better now that you were here with her.

******

You both don’t really say much as you get ready for bed. It’s a comfortable silence though, as the pair of you go through the motions of a well practiced routine.

Ona showers first while you pack. Then you take your shower as Ona packs, her going a little bit further and helping you put your shin pads back into your bag as you always somehow manage to forget them.

It’s not long before you’re in bed, Ona sliding under the covers next to you. She lies there quietly until you break the silence, ‘I didn’t kiss anyone.’

Ona exhales, secretly full of relief before she asks, ‘Why not?’

‘There wasn’t anyone I wanted to kiss there. None of them were really my type.’ You mumble, cheeks heating up.

‘Do you still want your first kiss though?’ The Spaniard softly questions.

Her hand finds yours under the covers and she squeezes it reassuringly.

‘Yeah.’ You shyly admit.

Your best friend hums in response before she says, ‘Do you want to kiss me then?’

Sitting up immediately, you look at Ona with wide eyes, trying to see if she meant it.

Ona sits up too, her hand still holding yours.

‘I’m serious mi media naranja. I’d love to be your first kiss.’

Her words are sincere and the smile on her face has you nodding, even if you are a little nervous.

‘Okay.’ Your best friend’s smile widens and she squeezes your hand once more before she hops off the bed.

Ona rummages around in her bag for a bit before she finds her chapstick, which she quickly puts on.

She gives you another sweet smile, settling herself on the bed, in front of you.

‘Which way do you want to lean, mi media naranja?’

The all too familiar nickname, in Ona’s soothing, heavily accented voice melts away the last of your anxieties.

It was just you and your best friend, the girl who you had liked for ages now.

‘Right please.’

Ona gives a nod and leans left, closing the distance between the two of you until there’s just a tiny gap left.

This near, you can see all her individual eyelashes and freckles even in the weak lighting of the sole night lamp of the hotel room.

You close the tiny gap, tentatively letting your lips meet Ona’s.

Her lips are soft and you can taste the coconut of her chapstick as she kisses you back.

Drawing back a second later, you feel a smile grow on your face as you keep looking at Ona.

The same smile is mirrored on your best friend’s face.

The Spaniard blushes, scratching the back of her neck before reaching out to push a strand of hair out of your face, ‘Would now be a good time to tell you that I have a crush on you?’

You didn’t think your smile could get any bigger but it does.

Softly you say, ‘Would now be a good time to tell you that I have a crush on you too?’

Ona blushes harder, gently placing her hands on your cheeks.

‘Mi media naranja means my half-orange. I know I let you believe it means twin but it really means soulmate. The saying is encontrar tu media naranja, to find your half orange or better half. I’ve found my media naranja in you. You are my better half, my soulmate and so much more.’

‘Ona…’

Tears slip from your eyes at her heartfelt words.

‘Please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’ She panickedly murmurs, using her thumbs to try and wipe them away.

You sniffle, leaning into her touch.

‘Ona, can I kiss you again?’

‘You may. Anytime you like mi media naranja.’

Pressing your lips against hers for the second time of the night, you let yourself savour the way she tastes, the way her lips move eagerly against yours.

When the need to breathe finally becomes too much, you pull away to rest your forehead against the fullback’s.

With closed eyes, you murmur, ‘Your words mean more to me than you’ll ever know, you mean more to me than you’ll ever know.’

The wobbly breath that Ona lets out makes you smile and she draws back, kissing you on your forehead.

‘I’m going to kiss you now.’, is all the warning she gives before her lips are on yours once more, until all you feel is her, filling everywhere and everything you’ve ever known.

******

This time, you’re cuddling into Ona during the journey, paying no attention to Millie’s or Alessia’s attempts to involve you in their discussion on how to get you your first kiss.

Eventually, Ona’s the one who puts a stop to it, snapping that you’d already had your first kiss and better yet, found yourself a girlfriend.

Spanish Translations:

mi media naranja - my half-orange

encontrar tu media naranja - to meet your other half

[jojo-schmo]

Between Latin American or Spain Spanish which do you think Meta Knight speaks?

I am unfortunately biased because I was born into a Latin American family and that’s the Spanish I speak and know. Particularly Mexican Spanish. But I love all variations of people’s Spanish Meta headcanons!

(English is still my first language tho! I speak and write it the most at school and work, but Spanish is spoken more in my household)

…. sometimes I imagine Meta Knight using phrases that my Mexican father likes to use. Just for fun. And it makes me laugh. :P

[piafgodalhi]

Me siento feliz cuando estoy contigo a pesar de las diferencias.

[justmeandmythoughtts]

Soñé que me escribías y al despertar, busqué tu mensaje sin descansar. No vives en mi presente, lo sé, pero en mi inconsciente siempre te hallé.

-Fernanda cortes

[venus-of-the-hrdsell]

The worst part Miguel O'Hara's oversexualisation (bordering fetishization) by white people and non latinos is that the movie isn't actually at fault of this. The only thing the movie did was giving him darker skin and it's definitely suspicious to me that he only started getting sexualised as soon as this happened.

Miguel never got this kind of treatment when he was had fair skin in the comics (he's the son of a white Irish man and a brown mexican woman). So yeah, you do the math. Don't be gross and stop with the race fetishism.

This has happened before with Namor, and even with Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac (who don't even have dark skin, but I guess both being latinos is enough excuse for people to act like weirdos.)

[alacants]

the juanki/rafa lore is fascinating omg

ISN'T IT WILD. today felt like. scripted. backstory episode dropped just in time for the narrative climax.

but their relationship is really SO fascinating. there's all these little tidbits the round-up didn't have space for, stuff like--juanki's asked about their relationship at a cincy presser and is like haha it's fine we're meeting for golf today. and then the next day he's back on message like, stop talking about rafa. rafa is speaking up in juanki's defense when he's left out of the madrid main draw, and then they're barely talking next time they're both at davis cup. even nowadays they are so clearly on the same page cheering for carlitos! …as long AS they are cheering for carlitos. i want a timer to know how long they can hold a conversation before one of them says something that breaks the get-along spell.

idk i just keep thinking that--i mean what IF that hideous run of bad luck (chicken pox, broken rib, maybe some poor decision-making) hadn't destroyed juanki at his peak. i would be so curious to know if rafa's approach would have been different if juanki had been more of a threat on the court in those first formative years on tour--more like he felt about moya or roger. instead he just leapfrogged right over him and i think that's what got under juanki's skin so bad, not just that this kid usurped his place but that he didn't even like. notice him there.

(i was just talking with my friend whose take on rafa's side of this is that the obvious bad feeling probably bothered him a lot more coming from a spaniard than it would have otherwise. like if it was… i can't think of a good example. marat safin? a former world no. 1 who was never much of a threat to him on court. --if it was marat safin who got snippy in the media and cold-shouldered him in person then lol whatever. but at home he wanted to be loved. and juan carlos did not love him.)