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nicejewishgirl · 7 months
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going to local ER instead since I’m losing too much blood, way too fast! last week was bad but this is scary and I need to be monitored ASAP!
#I’ll be watching all of your recs when I’m there 🙏#I also have so many updates and posts that I haven’t felt the guts to ever say#I’m sorry I’ve been a bad mutual but I’ve been a bad friend to all the online friends and friends from my university#im lucky I live in a condo community w/ lots of extention of family + help! my coastal city - particularly our part of the city#in a particular building where we all meet up together in the front on weekends#even at my sickest - I’m still pretty involved since we see eachother physically & I love cooking + baking for everyone on a 2x monthly#and we all walk the dogs together every afternoon in our dog walking by the harbor group#even then these old people have me in a group text and drop flowers off for me and me for them#living in a community is so helpful but it open my eyes that I’m not even just sick or even a bad friend but those two factors strained#my online relationships bc the effort was so much behind the scenes w/ my health and even typing something out that it makes messaging or#even blogging but I’d like to change that bc I want to be more overt online#and I explain how that relates to Palestine and findinfing joy + $$$ in this end stage capitalist nightmare#I want to be better but I also want to show people the joys of my city (a literal hidden gem yet is a national park) and so between fusing#ideas of environmentalism - community out reach & even descalation of yt Supremacist mentalities when doing outreach + volunteer#even our coastal environmental causes to such great causes that help indigenous latinx members of our community in particular#their rights and their accomplishments in agriculture & how fruitful this place is#we have the best strawberries + berries since they are indigenous plants but anyways from environmentalism to damn farmers markets#I live in a slice of heaven so why leave to go to LA and NYC when I create such beautiful joy by the ocean every day#we have such incredible water views in our condo along with the stunning plain mountains framing the water and sea of palm trees#every sunset is like Santa Barbara (we close!) w/ pink/purple/orange skies that are so vibrant that they make you take pictures constantly#especially with the herons nested there w/ there babies - so close to#is that we watch them all day long + the other coastal birds#all this Shit is random but I realized that if I put my effort into a few things academically that I haven’t even shared in these tags -#that I can have an incredibly fulfilling life while sick as long it pays for itself and I think I can do it w/ a few different plans I’m#creating but I’m setting up a couple of businesss for passive income - go back to grad schooo but for medical research or political science#IR my old life of international relations and start publishing my research on Palestine and Jewish studies#I just need to publish either medical or political but if I do that - have my east businesses that not only highlight my life#but may help the people and animals of my city#but I feel the change finally coming and maybe it took something like this to wake me up#so many funny typos but this was just a quick way to explain that I need to be more comfortable on video + online w/ you all but on tiktok
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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years
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grey i must know, how do you prepare your albóndigas? i feel like they're good asf
for you? yes, absolutely. no one else though. this is just for yaz. look away if you're not yaz.
here goes
lean ground beef (idk about percentages of beef, i just grab one and hope for the best; i also, more than likely use ground chicken for this because health even though ancestors are rolling in their graves everywhere. and also those who know me, know i don't typically cook meat because it grosses me out, but albondigas are the exception.)
uh onion
cilantro
today i threw in some carrots because i had them and why not, I've tossed in green pepper or celery sometimes too because hiding vegetables (hashbrown living with a teenager who either has the palette of a 50 year old socialite, demanding fine dining or a toddler who only eats chicken tendies)
long grain white rice
garlic (measure with the heart), same with salt and pepper and chili powder and a little bit of parsley (i think most people use oregano? but i fucking hate oregano and cumin soooo we don't)
2 eggs.
mix with hands.
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glitterock · 1 year
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me and my friend ran into this girl i hooked up with about a year ago at a lesbian bar last night. apparently she asked my friend if we were together and then said “lucky you” and im literally peeing my pants over it
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rage-on-a-page · 2 years
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I Made a Cake Today
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I remember the first time I tried to make one of my mother’s recipes. The dish is known as frijoles puercos (pork beans), a staple of my mom’s home state. I wanted to do something I thought would be simple and could satiate my craving for home. I remember buying all of the necessary ingredients after I got out of my afternoon political science classes, and I quickly got to work in my compact kitchen. “It will take about an hour or two,” my mother advised me over the phone. But as I worked diligently to replicate the savory and spicy flavors of the dish, I found myself entering an almost blissful trance. While cooking the chorizo or stirring the brimful pot of beans, all of the stresses of a college aged student seemed to melt away, if only for that moment. It’s hard to be stressed when the aroma of freshly cooked meats and cheeses perform a ballet around your nose. By the time I completed my delectable dish of desire, I had reached a level of tranquility that was foreign to me in my academically rigorous environment. 
The beans were unfortunately not nearly as good as my mother’s, but that was okay, because I knew then that I would be trying it again. And from there my passion for cooking grew. I challenged myself at first to make the dishes from my family- tortillas, enchiladas, pozole, etc. My kitchen may well have become the newest Mexican restaurant on the corner of 53rd and Ellis. Once I had a solid grasp on family recipes, I began expanding my catalog and tried my hand at making desserts. I had always had a sweet tooth, so it felt natural to prepare food that I always found myself craving. Cakes, pies, cookies: you name it, I made it. Nothing comforted me quite the way cooking did. Soon I found myself rushing home after particularly challenging days just so I could make some food. Even if I wasn’t planning on eating it, I would simply offer it to the others who lived on my floor. To me, it was the process that mattered more than the finished product. 
So yesterday, after I heard the news about how the United States, in its commitment to traverse time retroactively, overturned the ruling on Roe v. Wade, I found myself feeling the same way I did during those difficult college days: stressed. Just another day in the land of the free where a freedom was once more taken away. It was all I could do to keep from falling apart. I needed a distraction. I needed a therapeutic experience. I got home from work and looked around the kitchen- and there I saw 2 boxes of cake mix.
The vanilla one only had a small bag left, fit for a pastelito. So I got to work. It was a process I knew all too well; at this point, I could do it with my eyes closed. Halfway through, my mom got home and said “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist making the chocolate cake.” You can imagine her surprise when she saw the alabaster batter. Despite her disappointment, she proposed a deal to me: so long as I made fudge, she would make the chocolate cake, and then we could take it to my sister’s house for her to enjoy as well. It was a deal.
As we worked, neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to. It is truly remarkable the ability of a mother to sense the emotions of her child. Between us, the air of injustice stood sharply, however, all we could do was bake the cakes. By the end of the process, I didn’t feel as good as I would’ve liked, however I had an excuse to see my sister and surround myself with my loved ones. She too was deflated, as her sense of justice is just as strong as mine. So then, we did all that we could do. We ate the cakes. With each bite losing ourselves further in thought as to how the United States would come out of this one. 
As I’m writing this, I myself remain uncertain of my country’s future.
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booknutmusings · 1 year
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Audiobook: Rubi Ramos's Recipe for Success
by Jessica Parra Read by: Karla Serrato Support your local independent bookstore: buy it there! Or listen at Libro.fm Content: There is some kissing. It’s in the YA section (grades 6-8) of the bookstore. Graduation is fast approaching and Rubi Ramos has everything all planned out. She is going to go to Alma college and study pre-law, and do Great Things. The only problem? She’s been waitilsted…
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thomas-mvller · 2 years
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Do you ever see takes equivalent to "and people said brunettes can't wear jeans/be nurses" but about poc stuff and it's like.... literally no one thinks that 🤨
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MASTERLIST
Who I write for: Call of Duty (Preferably MW2 and MW3); Star Trek (everything up to Enterprise + Strange New Worlds); Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers); Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson); SIX (coming soon)
REQUESTS: Closed | INBOX: Open | TAG LIST: Click Here | (*) = WIP
Last Update: December 29, 2023
{JACK REACHER}
| JACK REACHER (Alan Ritchson) |
General Headcanons
General Headcanons Part 2
X Fem! Southern Waitress
Peach Pie and Cream
{CALL OF DUTY}
| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS/REQUESTS |
Imagine Dancing with Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
Imagine Dancing with John Price, Ghost, and Soap
Do They Know How to Take a Bra Off? (COD 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König)
Routines (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))
Routines Part 2 (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))
Tenderheart Bear (141 x People Pleaser F! Field Medic (PLATONIC))
How would the 141 react to you getting your nails done? (COD MW2) (Task Force 141 - Semi-NSFW)
(18) Request: Imagine Ghost & König with an anal vibrator
Request: 141 x Reader w/ Psoriasis & Vitiligo (SFW & Platonic)
Request: Taskforce 141 x Reader with rumors of being a slut
(18+) Request: Kvinlig Demon (141 x F! Reader w/ Womb Tattoo)
| CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE |
Requests
(18+) NSFW Price x Younger S/O & he is wrapped around your finger ;)
(18+) NSFW Daddy Price x Wife (this a little *spicy*)
Family Day (x Wife Reader; y'all and the 141 go to Disney World as a family)
Personal Nurse (x Nurse F! Reader)
Leg Warmers (x Reader w/ misaligned knee caps)
*Price begging - collar - sub!Price
X Female Escort Reader
[PART 1] Don’t Look At Me Like That (FLUFF/LITTLE ANGST)
[PART 2] Excitement in Patience (18+ MATURE)
[PART 3] Cup of Coffee (Kinda of a prequel)
X Female Wife Reader
Gray Hairs (FLUFF)
X Young Reader with Facial Scars
[PART 1] Bruised Apple (Platonic, Angst, Facial Scars, Mention of Violence)
[PART 2] Apple Slices (DITTO [Mention of Violence & Trauma])
[PART 3] Apple Pie (Platonic, going on slightly romantic, Angst, Fluffity Fluff)
X MILF Single Mom
Forbidden (Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence)
| LIEUTENANT SIMON “GHOST” RILEY |
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Drake (x AFAB Teammate w/ Tattoo; Simon seeing their tattoo for the first time)
Turquesa (x AFAB Latinx Nurse Reader)
Midnight Dining (x AFAB Civilian Reader (leather jacket Ghost))
Emergency Snack Run (x AFAB Gas Station Clerk)
Personal Mechanic (Mechanic Ghost x AFAB Reader)
X Female Southern Cook
[PART 1] Midnight Snack (FLUFF & PLATONIC)
[PART 2] Tomato, Tom-ah-to (FLUFF & PLATONIC)
[PART 3] Bag of Peas (FLUFF & PLATONIC)
[PART 4] Hash Browns (FLUFF & MOSTLY PLATONIC)
[PART 5] Prickly Pear (FLUFF & DEF NOT PLATONIC ANYMORE)
[PART 6] Peaches and Cream (FLUFF, ANGST, LOVEY DOVEY)
[PART 7] Chicken and Dumplings (VERY ANGST, A LITTLE VIOLENCE)
[PART 8] Hot Links (FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY)
X Female Reader
(18+) Hot For Teacher (Simon's S/O gets a teacher costume for Halloween)
Being Chosen…By A Baby (Single Mom Reader)
| COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS |
X Female Wife Reader
Forehead Kisses (FLUFF)
Alejandro and His Big Ol' Forehead - One, Two, Three, Four
| SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS (COD GHOSTS) |
Fun and Games (x F! reader) (PLATONIC) - His name is said in a funny accent
| SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK |
Requests
A little nosy, aren't we? (x F! Reader gets caught looking at his social media)
(18+) Car Shenanigans (x F! Reader giving head/getting fingered)
Post-Mission Angst (x AFAB Reader)
X Female Signaler/Radiowoman Reader
Guardian Angel (bubbling relationship)
| KÖNIG |
How he likes to show affection by holding you close (xGN Reader)
| COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES |
X Pregnant Wife Reader
First Time Husband (first-time pregnancy; little angst, fluff)
| SERGEANT LOGAN WALKER (COD GHOSTS) |
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Headcanons (Both SFW and NSFW)
What would Logan be like as a Father? (fuffity fluff fluff)
Headcanons Part 2 (Both SFW and NSFW)
| SOBIESŁAW "GROMSKO" KOŚCIUSZKO |
General Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)
Supportive Soft Friend (SFW Fluff)
| KATE LASWELL |
x Wife Reader
My Wife (fluffity fluff fluff)
| ALEX KELLER |
x F! New Yorker Medic Reader
Polar Opposites (Golden Retriever Alex, Black Cat Reader; Fluff)
| SERGEANT JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH |
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*Dilf! Johnny x Babysitter
x F! Reader
Calling Him "Stud"
{STAR TREK}
| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS |
Kirk, Spock, & Bones x Southern Reader (SFW)
Do They Know How to Take Bra Off? (Kirk, Bones, Spock, Scotty, Chekov)
| DOCTOR LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY |
X Female Nurse Practitioner
Medical Couple (FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY; TOS/REBOOT MOVIES)
| FIRST COMMANDER SPOCK |
Requests
Pop of Color (x F! Betazoid Quartermaster/Seamstress; STRANGE NEW WORLDS)
{SLASHERS}
| JASON VOORHEES |
X Female Camp Counselor
Instinct (stalking)
{SIX}
| JOE "BEAR" GRAVES |
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Request: Joe Graves X Younger Wife/GF Headcanons
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ellecdc · 2 months
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Hello! Idk if your requests are open (I think they are) and if you feel comfortable with this (it's absolutely okay if you don't <3) but I was thinking Remus X Latina!reader dating headcannons, I'm white but idc if you want to make it mixed/brown/black Latina. Also I'm from Argentina but again any country works.
Thank you so much darling🤍
Hi sweets! Thanks so much for your request. I've never done something like this before, so I hope this is what you were looking for!
Remus Lupin x Latinx!reader Headcanons (but doesn't specify gender, race, or home country - can be read to fit any nationality if you substitute the language)
He’d love listening to you talk. Either in English or in Spanish, it wouldn't doesn’t matter as long as it was your voice and your accent that he’s listening to
I think he’d make a point of mostly watching your lips as you spoke; how they moved around certain sounds and vowels, if your tongue made an appearance in any of the words you said – just completely mesmerized by your mouth
He’d beg you to teach him Spanish words, and he'd secretly revel in the sound of you laughing at him for his horrid pronunciation (even if he pretended it offended him)
He’d present it to you like a bargain: you teach him Spanish words and he’ll teach you Welsh words
He would absolutely relish in stories, any stories. Your stories of your home country/visiting your parent’s home country etc. etc. He loved family dinners at your home (after the first initial visit when he had no idea what to expect) where he’d get to listen to your parents, grandparents etc. share stories of their experiences and childhoods and culture. Bonus points if anyone whipped out a photo album – our poor Welsh boy didn’t have a lot of money and never dreamed of getting to experience anywhere other than the UK, so it felt like he got to travel through you and your family sharing these stories with him
I headcanon Remus to be a huge trinket guy – so if you went on holiday to your home country etc., and brought him back something trivial (like a shot glass, post cards, magnets, little statues, snow globes etc.) he’d treasure it, like he would just think that’s so special and would be so honoured to have something that was a) from so far away, b) was from a different culture and c) that made you think of him??? That man would melt.
If you guys lived together, he would insist you teach him how to cook some of your favourite traditional foods – partly because he wanted to eat yummy food, partly because he wanted to spoil you, but mostly it would be so he could spend an afternoon/evening alone with you in the kitchen, soaking up each other’s company. 
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bratzforchris · 3 months
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Maybe Jake webber with a poc reader ? i haven’t seen any :) 🫶🏾
Cooking
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Summary: In which Jake's girlfriend teaches him how to really cook
Pairing: Jake x Latina!reader
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 706
A/N: Thank you for the request! The race wasn't specified here, so I choose Latinx because I'm Hispanic :)
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Jake was very excited for multiple reasons. One, you would be joining him for a cooking stream, and two, he would finally taste the cooking you had bragged about for so long. You two had only been dating for about three months, and he was very excited to taste your food. Jake loved trying all sorts of foods from different places, and since you were Hispanic, you had promised him you would make some of the dishes you had grown up on. 
“Hello!” he boomed, ever the loud talker. “Today I am here with my lovely girlfriend, Y/N,” Jake paused to wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you. “And she’s going to teach us how to make Arroz…con, con…Guandules?” he looked to you for approval, stumbling a bit over the Spanish words.
You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Close enough.”
“Let’s get started!” he exclaimed. 
You and Jake bustled around the kitchen for a while, getting out ingredients and setting the water for the rice to boil. You would occasionally acknowledge the chat when they asked about your relationship with Jake. Even though you were still rather new to Jake and his whole career, you loved his viewers. They were extremely kind to you and so far were so supportive of your relationship. 
“That looks like foreskin.” Jake commented as you dumped a can of kidney beans into a saucepan on the stove. 
“Oh my god, shut up,” You laughed. “We have to eat this, y’know.”
The stream exploded with laughing remarks and comments about how it wouldn’t be a Jake video with a foreskin joke. You brushed your curly hair out of your eyes and laughed again, grabbing a variety of peppers and spices. 
“Woah, babe. I’m a white man.” Jake said as you added sliced jalapenos with the seeds still attached into the beans. 
“This is the way my mom always used to make it.” You hummed fondly, kissing Jake as you stirred the food and added a variety of spices, to include cayenne pepper. 
“You’re probably gonna give me diarrhea.” he retorted, but hugged you from behind nonetheless. 
You quickly combined the rice and beans and made two plates of food, handing Jake his to show to his stream. “Ta da!”
“Well, this looks amazing and Mama Bear is hungry. Should we do a taste test?” he asked the stream. 
The chat was full of confirming remarks, both because they wanted to know how your cooking was, and because they were very eager to see Jake’s reaction after the amount of spice that had been added to the food. Being used to eating such spicy food, you really didn’t understand why everyone was freaking out, but then again, flavors and spice were a big part of Hispanic culture. 
You both shoveled a bite of your food into your mouths, chewing thoughtfully. You swallowed with a huge smile on your face, quite proud of your dish. However, when you looked over at Jake, he did not appear to be having a great time. 
“Holy fuck,” Jake panted after he painstakingly swallowed. “That’s so fucking spicy. What did you put in that?”
“You saw what I put in there.” You laughed, getting a good laugh out of his reaction. 
Jake threw open the refrigerator door and grabbed the gallon of milk, immediately taking a swig from the carton. “Oh my god.”
“It’s not that spicy!” You and the stream were laughing at his predicament. 
Finally, your boyfriend set the milk down, fanning his tongue. “My stomach is burning.”
“Poor baby,” You giggled, kissing his pouty lips. “So, did you like it?”
“It would be amazing…if it didn’t taste like I was eating out of Satan’s asshole.” Jake groaned, relishing in your touch. 
“Chat, should he take another bite?” You asked. 
“NO, he should not,” Jake picked you up and spun you around. “Thank you for the food, baby. I love you.”
The chat went absolutely wild over all your cute moments with Jake, and you knew the clips would be all over social media later, but for now, you just enjoyed the soft moment between you two and the utter love that came from sharing your culture with the man you loved.  
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laguezze · 1 year
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PAC: Characteristics of your FS
This is for or all the people with intention to marry or have a long term relationship. Next up will be a soulmate characteristic PAC. I decided to split it in two to get more details!
Now onto the PAC!
Here are the piles!
Pile 1
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Ready? Let's go!
Pile 1
This person is a rebel. Might be a bit hypocritical about it. Like they might come from money but decide to live out their best broke musician dreams while still living in their rich dad's apartment that he bought for them. That's just one case example, take it as it resonates.
This person loves to keep appearances, they love to be in control of how people perceive them. I'm seeing they want to be taken seriously.
Long, messy, brown, curly hair. Middle part is possible.
North America, Australia, Oceania, Hawaii, UK.
Dainty eyes?, Blue eyes, light eyes.
Not too defined features but also not ugly. Might be what people call "medium ugly" for some of you. Nothing too shocking about their features.
Musician, plays guitar, indie music taste, 420 friendly? Nirvana (the band), big social life, plaid shirts, leather jackets, bad boy persona, baddie aesthetic, motorbike, cigarette, old school lover, 70s aesthetic and fashion.
Pile 2
This person is very much hypocritical, they don't know what they want in life. Very much lost with their career and family life. You might help guide them.
They definitely have unconventional dreams like opening up a tea shop, or flower shop. Which is fine, but I'm seeing they want to do that for the wrong reasons. Very easily manipulated person, it'll be frustrating for you to see. But they'll get better with your help probably.
Probably from any capitalist country. Take that as you will.
Light eyes or medium eyes but not dark. Downturned eyes.
Short hair, pixie cut, wolf cut.
Wears bandanas, baggy clothes, long skirts, hippie style, boho aesthetic, activist. Necklaces and bracelets, lots of jewelery in general.
(sorry it's a bit short, your person wasn't too specific with the looks but rather with the personality)
Pile 3
You guys got yourselves a romantic, old school, kinda person. They probably listen to music from the 50s and 60s and jazz, lots of jazz. Might love to take things slow and smooth. Doesn't like running late to things and is always calm and early. Very collected person, never a hair out of place. Always is composed. They might have been different before they met you. They probably were chaotic and funny before they met you but something happened that made them this sophisticated, chic person. You might need to bring the fun in them back, I'm hearing. Might be a judgy individual.
Latinx, Hispanic, Southern Europe, North America (East Coast)
Brown eyes, very deep set eyes, intense gaze
Short hair, very short for men, curly hair, either Brown or dirty blonde.
Long eyelashes, very pretty features. Either small nose or large nose, no in between; defined face, high cheekbones.
Medium height, slightly muscular.
60s, 50s music and fashion, coffee and tea lover, might be a cook or love to do it, kitchen lover, architecture fanatic, probably loves house decor and renovation, secretive, mysterious, romantic, candle collector.
Pile 4
(idk i swear this is not Hozier themed, there's just something about him present here)
"imagine being loved by me"
This persoooon omg. So pure hearted. Truly has the best intentions at heart. They literally are sunshine personified. They radiate light, like their smile lights up a room and they always look clean and cheerful. The type of person everyone likes. No one ever dares say anything negative about them and if they do, it's because of jealousy.
They might have a lot of pretty privilege that makes this effect happen. Like if this person was a 6/10 (conventional attractiveness scale) their personality wouldn't be as appreciated. But because they're so beautiful inside and out, it shines through. I'm getting they realize this privilege and it rubs them the wrong way sometimes but they won't fight against it because it's helping them with their goals.
North America, Sweden, Finland, etc, Northern Europe and UK.
Blonde hair, short hair, curly hair, honey hair.
blue eyes, light eyes, almond shaped eyes
Bunny pretty (that one TikTok trend ifykyk), slim, short, cherubin look (if you don't know what that is, think cupid angel type of beauty), white clothes, flowy dresses, short eyelashes, defined jawline, big smile, straight teeth, bunny teeth, cardigans.
Hope it resonates for all of you!!! 💕
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bihansthot · 8 months
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So, a little while ago the lovely @dearsimp requested some headcanons involving a reader from Mexico, it just so happened their birthday was a few days ago so I apologize again for being late! Hopefully these are acceptable, I’m afraid I don’t know much about Mexico, but I did some research which is partially why it took so long and I hope they are ok! I am so so sorry if anything is inaccurate I’m going off of google and a few Mexican cooking programs T_T I’m Scandinavian, so this is all new territory for me, I’m also so sorry if any of the Spanish is incorrect, I only speak English and Japanese, so I used a translator! Also I hope you are staying safe during earthquake season!
This is all fluff, no ratings, gender neutral reader a some slight kissing but nothing too steamy, I really hope these are ok! I had fun writing them! Much love to all my Latinx readers <3
Tomas:
You turn the dough out on the counter with a satisfied *plop*, you turn to your lover as he wipes some of the flour off your brow, “see, not that hard is it?” You ask as you begin to knead and work the lump of dough, trying to create something smooth and homogenous like your Abuela showed you years ago. Once satisfied with the shape you place it in an oiled bowl to rise as you turn once again to your stand mixer to create the cookie-like crust for the delicious treat.
“It smells delicious, I can’t wait to give them a try,” Tomas replies as he sneaks a little kiss on the top of your head. He sadly didn’t remember much about his own family traditions having been orphaned at such a young age, so he loved and treasured the time the two of you spent together sharing your proud Mexican culture.
You fiddle with the dough, rolling it in even balls before coating them with flattened-out sheets of the cookie-like topping.
“Is that a tortilla press?” Tomas asks commenting on your ingenious method for flattening out the pastry.
“My Abeula was a smart cookie! She always worked smarter, not harder!” You smile and make quick work of the cookie balls. You carefully drape the little cookie sheets over the dough balls and carve a fun swirling pattern into the confections, “now they just have to bake and we’ll be ready to eat them!”
“I know it would have been less work to just go to the bakery to eat them, but I’m so glad you suggested making them ourselves,” Tomas comments as he tucks the little cookie sheet in for himself and leans back to admire his somewhat clumsy, albeit perfect in your eyes, little conchas.
You steal a kiss, leaning over the counter to claim the smoke wielder’s lips, your soft velvety ones brushing lightly against his slightly chapped ones. It’s sweet and perfect in the moment, and you sigh a little as you open your mouth at the press of his tongue, he tastes warm and sweet and you can immediately tell he’s been stealing bits of the cookie dough. You don’t scold him though, instead, you lick his lips and suck softly on his tongue, eager to get more of the sweet, vanilly taste.
He reluctantly breaks the kiss as soon as the oven dings indicating it was hot enough to bake the conchas. “Guess we can finally bake these huh?”
“Y-yeah,” you reply a little flustered, anytime Tomas kissed you he immediately had that effect on you. You brush some of your hair back from your face as you put the tray of waiting pastries in the oven and set a timer. “We have about 18-25 mins, can you think of anything do to in the meantime,” you ask, giving him a suggestive smirk.
“Oh I can think of something,” he grins, his silvery eyes sparkling with a promise of things to come as he lifts you onto the kitchen counter and closes the gap between the two of you to capture your lips in a passionate dance.
Syzoth:
It’s Independence Day, something you had been looking forward to all year if for nothing else than all the delicious food available in the Zocalo. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, though he couldn’t stomach Earthrealms foods, you look over at him remorsefully as you take a big bite of your delicious Taco al Pastor. Your eyes roll back momentarily as you sink your teeth into the delicious meat and the pillowy soft tortilla, “are you sure you don���t want to at least try it Sy?”
“I’d love to sunshine, but it will give me indigestion most foul and I don’t think either of us want to bear witness to that,” Syzoth frowns as he explains his predicament.
“There must be something at one of the stalls similar enough to the food you’re used to in Outworld,” you sit there as you finish your taco mulling over the different possibilities the fiesta might have. “Why don’t we walk around the market and see, if there is anything I’ll get it for you, my treat!” You smile brightly and drag your boyfriend off towards one of the large covered markets adoring the city capital.
“Woah, woah! Slow down Sunshine, we have all day,” the Saurian laughs as he’s dragged from stall to stall with you, each one of them having what must be Earthrealm delicacies but nothing he could find palatable until you turned the corner.
“There!” You cry excitedly as you point to the mound of deep-fried grasshoppers, “chapulines!”
Syzoth cocks his head hesitantly before sniffing the pile of fried grasshoppers, they smelled delicious and had his mouth-watering, “can, can I try some? Those might just do it,” he replies as his stomach lets out an embarrassing gurgling sound.
You’re quick to order some for your lizard boyfriend and the vendor seems a little surprised you don’t want any tortillas or toppings but piles the grasshoppers in a dish for the two of you and sets it on the counter.
Awkwardly Syzoth grabs a fork and tries to spear one of the crunchy little delicacies, only to no avail, “Sunshine a little help here?” He asks still not entirely familiar with Earthrealm eating customs.
“You can use your hands Sy, it’s fine!” You reassure him as his emerald eyes sparkle with delight.
Slowly he munches on one of the grasshoppers, trying to assess if they were palatable for him.
“Well?” You ask with bated breath, so curious if you finally found something your Saurian boyfriend could enjoy.
“These are amazing!” He exclaims before shoving a handful in his mouth, chirping and crunching happily. “They’re so crispy and savory! So, similar to my natural diet!”
You clap your hands in delight as Syzoth makes quick work of his snack and you quickly order him two more portions, the vendor equal parts confused and elated at the customer’s clear enjoyment of his product.
“Viva Mexico!” Syzoth cheers happily before proceeding to stuff his mouth.
You beam at him so excited you are finally able to share something special about your heritage with the Saurian.
Kuai Liang:
“I would love to but I don’t know how xingan,” Kuai Liang laments as the two of you skirt around the brightly lit plaza.
Bands are playing festive music and lots of couples dancing merrily and you want to be part of the fun, however; your boyfriend does not know how to dance. “I can teach you, but I’m afraid I don’t know how to dance very well either, but I do remember some steps my Abuelo taught me when I was little.”
“I suppose we can try,” the pyromancer offers you a sheepish smile as you lead him towards the center of the plaza.
You try and keep to the rhythm, trying to remember what your Abuelo taught you, but it seemed as though the two of you had two left feet, tripping each other at every turn. You didn’t care though, you were just happy to be spending time together, during this local festival.
“I told you I don’t know how,” Kuai Liang seems apologetic and hangs his head in defeat as the music tempo changes to a melodic love song.
“Come on, even you can dance to this,” you reassure him as you sway your hips to the slow tempo and count out steps for him to follow. It’s clumsy yet perfect all at the same time, you rest your head against his warm shoulder, loving the comforting warmth he provides. The song ends and you are reluctant to part from the pyromancer, but it does not appear that he has any intention of letting you go as he pulls you closer, the heat radiating off his body.
His lips find yours in a slow practiced motion as you tilt your head instinctively to the side and enjoy your soft moment, forgetting you are in public, all you can focus on is the man you love.
Bi-Han:
“Uno mas!” Bi-Han calls out confidently to the barkeep indicating he indeed wanted another shot of tequila.
“Polar Bear that’s like your fifth shot shouldn’t you slow down?” You ask, your words slurred and sluggish.
“Pssshhh I can drink all night qīn!” He grins with confidence as he downs the bitter liquid as you stuff a lime into his mouth and he slams the glass down triumphantly. “Besides, I don’t need your help ordering them anymore, did you see that? Huh? I ordered it all by myself!” He laughs, clearly proud of the fact he has mastered one Spanish phrase.
You can’t help but laugh at his silly antics and grin at him, “oh yes! I’m very proud of you! Wait, wait! I have such a good idea! It’s my birthday and you said we could do whatever I wanted right?” You ask, crowding the cryomancer, the cold rolling off his flawless body doing little to combat your flushed cheeks.
“Yeah… what do you have in mind?” He asks before motioning for another shot and downing it before you can scold him.
“I want to see you in a charro suit! Please Polar Bear? You’d look sooooo good in one!” You clap your hands together excitedly, practically bouncing out of your seat at the idea.
“Where do we get one?” He asks, his speech starting to slur.
“There’s a rental store a few doors down! My parents used it for my quinceañera!” You exclaim as you hurriedly pay the tab and grab your behemoth of a boyfriend out of the bar.
“I saw the pictures from that, that dress was insane qīn, so fluffy! So many layers! You looked so cute!” He almost giggles as he recalls the details of your amazing quince dress.
“My dad picked it out, but thankfully he has good taste,” you laugh and drag him to the rental store, after a quick conversation with the shopkeeper Bi-Han finds himself mostly naked in the dressing room and you can’t help but look over every delicious inch of tanned, muscular flesh, “oh yeah, that’s my man,” you sigh contently to yourself.
After a few moments in the dressing room Bi-Han returns head to toe in his charro suit, “just call me fucking Bi-Juan! I look amazing in this!” He slurs and wobbles a bit in the tight-fitting shoes.
You can’t hold it together any longer and fall off your chair with laughter at his declaration of “Bi-Juan”, “oh my god, Polar Bear stop! That has to be racist!”
“Nah it’s call good! I’m dating a beautiful Latina, her-hermosa,” he replies with a sly smirk and a slight hiccup. “Come on qīn it’s your birthday! Why aren’t we drinking more!?” He throws the shopkeeper a wad of bills which was clearly more than the suit and shoes cost as he picks you up with ease and throws you over his shoulder. “Vamanos!”
You squeal as he handles you like you were nothing and laugh as the two of you make your way back to the bar to continue your birthday celebrations.
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greyeyedmonster-18 · 1 year
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have googled colombian hot chocolate and now i've got to try it...do you have a recipe that you like the best? the one i saw had mozzarella as the cheese and i'm wondering if that's the best one
Yes! If you have a latinx/mexican grocery store near you, you can also grab that version of soft white cheese (i know what it looks like, couldn't tell you what its called, but its the melting one that's used for quesadillas; similar to mozzarella)
but mozarella, or any soft cheese will work best. and prep your hot chocolate the way you like it best, cheese goes in bottom of cup and you pour on top of it. pinch of cinnamon. (pinch of chile powder if you feel like it; like a littleeeee spice)
done and done. also is great in coffee if you want to have an indulgent morning.
<3
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marinasmarvel · 10 months
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station 19 family headcanons
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i’m choosing to ignore the fact that dean is dead and surrera divorced for the sake of my own sanity
all of the station are basically siblings with ben as their father
vic is the baby and everyone is very protective of her
maya is the second youngest but doesn’t let anyone coddle her
(except for carina)
robert actually has a playful side and has pulled a few pranks on some members of the team
travis is a bit of a scaredy cat and robert loves hiding behind corners and scaring him half to death
robert once found vic crying because it was lucas’ birthday, and he was feeling very similarly
they ended up comforting each other and sharing stories about lucas
vic and andy take naps on the hoses during shifts
other team members join them sometimes
during a very slow 36 hour shift, vic took of her shoes and started sliding around the station in her socks
everyone else joined her
travis couldn’t stop falling over and it would make everyone crack up every time
dean tried to slide and look really cool but ended up falling on his ass
little pruitt miller has everyone in the station wrapped around her little finger
like nobody can say no to her
one time when jack was babysitting she had ice cream for breakfast
dean was not happy but couldn’t blame him
nerf gun wars all the time
jack brought a fully automatic machine nerf gun and started shooting
everyone had to duck for cover but theo got hit in the nose
however maya declared carina as a no shoot zone
if they even dare shoot her maya will kill them
with nerf of course
theo is actually a decent shooter, and can hit anyone without trying
jack got hit the most and was forced to clean up
lots of wrestling matches and pillow fights
dean usually starts them
maya finishes them
very physically affectionate with each other, lots of hugs and cuddles
ben always scolds them for misbehaving and causing havoc
he’s just being dad
theo, robert, and andy always speak in spanish when they don’t want anyone else to know what they are saying
carina attempts to do the same with maya in italian but maya is a lost cause with that
everyone always gets so excited when carina comes to the station with food
she’s the best at cooking and everyone knows it
dean wants his daughter to be educated in all cultures, and has andy and theo teach her about latinx culture
he also asks carina to teach pru about italian culture
pru picks up bits and pieces of both italian and spanish languages
maya once again feels outnumbered
andrew deluca’s photo is right next to captain herrera’s in the display case
despite not being a firefighter, he is still just as much of a hero
carina cried when she saw it
the team threw a party for carina when she became head of the OB department at grey sloan
maya and carina both cried
jack is such a deep sleeper that everyone loves putting random things on him while he rests
jack once woke up with everyone’s helmets covering his body
needless to say he was confused
vic put an entire chair on him while he slept
anyways i miss them
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st-armand · 9 months
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Across Lands and Seas
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( Reposted from @armands-sanctum ) Summary: Headcanons for Hobie Brown and Afro-Latine!Reader
Author's Notes: More like an analysis on colonization with Hobie in it im sorry.... CW: political language and ideas, mentions of white supremacy, mentions of racial hierarchies.
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I talked a bit with ellie anon about this, and this is for them so <3
Hobie is a culturally literate man, he absorbs history like a sponge, constantly learning and engaging with new material that intrigues him about things he already knows or new information brought to him, that being said I think that Hobie is extremely culturally intelligent ESPECIALLY as a black man, there is no room for arguments about colorism, or privilege around him, and he shuts down someone with vile opinions quickly.
“Mate you don’t really know what you’re talking about yeah?”
Hobie with an Afro Latine significant other is like having a living encyclopedia, he knows so much not just from what he’s read but lived experience with people in his communities.
If you’re estranged from your culture due to the diaspora and colonization Hobie make it his personal goal to help you build a found family with the Afro Latinxs in his punk circles, taking you to festivals and markets with them, they excitedly talk about their country specific dishes, who makes the better variants of food, linguistic similarities between each other, conversations about gender expression within each country and how indigenous beliefs shaped the land and it’s people even when colonization has deemed them eradicated and nonexistent.
You know how people say “Show me your friends and it’ll show me who you are”? Hobie is that kind of person, he holds his friends in high regard and holds them to standards he knows they are capable of, his Latino friends are amazing, they hold no judgement if you can’t speak Spanish, reminding you that the language was enforced on you all as a means of control and to diminish the histories of the indigenous tribes who lived in tandem with the earth, they are all gender diverse, all sorts of familial backgrounds. They sit and help you navigate your culture like a family would, and after a year of being with Hobie and adopted into his friend group, they are your family.
On certain weekends, even when Hobie is gone off being Spiderman, his friends crowd your space, or host in their own homes, spending all the light hours of the day prepping all sorts of dishes, and walking your through the preparation, the ingredients and the cooking, the place fills with laughter and chatter like a home filled with love and care.
Hobie is the kind of person who knows everyone, so don’t be shocked when you’re going about your day and by the time the evening hits your arms are filled with treats old women give you just because Hobie showed them a picture of you in passing and has been flooding them with all sorts of conversations about you, and like any good maternal figure that comes with all kinds of tasty snacks, elotes, small servings of baked chicken with rice and peas, fresh tortillas and empanadas, so much that when you do return home and Hobie sees the mountain of food you obtain all he can say is, “We better get to eatin’ huh? Can’t let ‘his all go to waste”
On one summer afternoon while downtown he sees another elderly woman he enjoys helping serving icees on the corner, he’s already scrounged up a few dollars to purchase, but she INSISTS on giving you both a large cup of lemon and mango icee just because Hobie had repaired helped repair her cart, and intimidate some cops who were pressing her about a ‘food license’ which makes a small child whine about how they wanted a cup that big, Hobie would kneel to the child and offer to buy them as many cones they want, even to their parents displeasure.
Culture has a symbiotic relationship to the land and it’s people, you can displace the people from the land but the culture doesn’t die, it simmers and brews in the belly of the people, forced to uproot themselves due to the violent nature of colonization and white supremacy, and Hobie helps you navigate these circumstances everyday like a lighthouse leads sailors through turbulent stormy waters.
Hobie shares with you information about the anti-colonial pro-indigenous movements in Latin America, reminding you that there are people fighting every day for reparations and liberation, when your blackness is seen as a contested subject amongst other Latinos especially those who are anti-black or colorist Hobie has no issue leaping up from his spot to go on the defensive.
“Black people exist everywhere bruv, that don’t make them any less Latine.”
He brings you all kinds of gifts, I like to think his favorite is jewelry, beaded ornamentation he acquired as payments for odd jobs and favors around the neighborhood, some of them are more alternative, and others are just crafts made with expert precision from their indigenous crafters, he even brings you to these shops so you can learn beadwork, or just to watch them work in a somber calmness.
As a Jamaican one of the things you two share in common is a taste for plantain, he buys plantain chips in bulk, but sometimes maybe after a day of spending time with Grandma Brown (who often complains about the youth losing touch with their roots) he’ll take you to the Caribbean market to buy sweet and ripe plantains, you spend all day frying them and eating them freshly hot and crunchy out the oil, until there isn’t much left after you’re done cooking.
On especially hard nights while you reminisce about family, Hobie will rest your head on his chest, stroking your head softly, conversing with you in hushed tones about how hard it is to be an immigrant, living in a diaspora and feeling disconnected from your traditions, or not feeling acclimated to your culture, he's quick to remind you about how you're living proof of your ancestors determination, that years of slavery and colonization couldn't keep you from being alive, that you existing is revolutionary enough, he traces your facial features, kissing your lips, your eyes your nose, reminding you that you're the product of their resilience.
My last headcanon is that Hobie goes only to queer people of color for tattoos and piercings, they are indigenous arts after all! He doesn’t get cultural tattoos but he loves showing off their work to other people of color, especially considering how white alt dominated body modification has become especially in the west. He pushes you to try and get some, he doesn’t press you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with but he does support you, and if getting a body modification can help you feel a bit closer to your roots, he’s your number 1 supporter.
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Hey, hi (sorry for the typos or grammatical mistakes)
First of all I was looking through your x reader works (loved them) and I found your x hispanic reader.
I don't want to be rude or something but pls stop using the term "latinx" or "latinex". Is a very mean word with a lot of cultural and politic things that we don't like.
It is not transph*bic (I say this as a genderfluid) but even here we prefer the term latin or latino (masculine can be used as neutral too)
But for not leaving it just like this I will write some headcanons too.
From a mexican that was born, lived and currently living in Mexico. I will rely on Mexico (Sorry for readers from other countries but I don't want to be unrespectul to other cultures) .
The chain with a mexican reader. Trying not to contradict your headcanons because I liked them.
Safe for everyone / no warnings.
- Spanish is the second fastest language so there's no way reader lets this go to waste. Either in Hyrule english or hylian is spoken, reader will use spanish to scare others.
- Legend or Hyrule will think you cast a spell but you just said something random like in that meme of " cinco de choclo dos de carne tres de choclo cuatro de atún" or it was just a tongue twister.
-Talking about spells, when reader patches someone of the chain they say "Sana sana colita de rana, si no sana hoy sanará mañana". The chain does not understand but reader says is a spell to make them heal fast (in fact is just a way to distract them from the pain and making them feel better, it brings memories of when reader was little and their family patched them).
-In those nights about telling the stories and legends when the chain asks reader about some, reader will tell some like in that one where a god throws a bunny to the moon so the bunny stamps it's shape on the moon (it's a real legend but in a way reader is making fun of Legend and Time). Reader tells others like the princess sleeping under a mountain with her knight at her side holding a torch that it's fire will become lava every time the knight remembers her (reader laughs because they can't say the princess's or her knight's name, Iztaccíhuatl and Popocatépetl).
-But if the chain talks about monsters then reader talks about (forget la llorona, that is too old) el coco, nahuales, chaneques and a lot more.
-When they hear about nahuales they start to speculate. Nahuales are witches that can talk with an animal called nahualli that is binded by their soul when they are born and they can take the shape of the animal that their nahualli represents. So Twilight concludes that their nahualli is their form in the dark world or the twilight.
-It is a non-written rule that reader will tell about the time their grandfather fought with the devil on the hill of his ranch with a machete.
-Wild doesn't understand why reader is so insistent on drying so much things or combining chocolate and chile until he tastes reader's recipes (Wild wants to learn more recipes and now he's trying to dry everything, really everything).
-Reader will show Wild how to flip a tortilla with bare hands without burning himself (is an ancient technique).
-Reader will ask the chain for a bottle or something with that shape that is not that easy to break, at first the chain is confused but it all ends in a good football game.
-When Time says that is enough of games and the rest of chain and reader has only 5 more minutes for playing, if reader's team is loosing they will shout "GOL GANA". That means that it doesn't matter all the previous points, this one is the only one that counts.
-Wind and reader will talk about their grandmothers and all the soups they cook. Reader is happy knowing that it doesn't matter the world, grandmothers will always be lovely. Reader also will tell him about all the things that their grandmother knitted (so much things, even a case for their 3ds/switch/wiiu)
-Every time that reader wants to call one of the Links they will call them "friend" in every way possible. Amigo, bro, compa, pibe, we, chaval, causa, etc.
-Reader will teach them how to dance Payaso de Rodeo. It doesn't matter the party, Payaso de Rodeo is always danced even for those that hate to dance.
-If the chain makes a quince años party to Zelda, reader will make that typical joke asking "¿Cuántos años cumple la quinceañera?". Such a bad joke that is that bad that makes everyone laugh.
-When the chain feels sad for someone that is no more with them, reader will try to search cempasúchil or at least yellow flowers and make the petals fly with the wind or make path with them. Reader knows that those flowers make a path for everyone to be with their loved ones again. That is why is popular on Día de Muertos.
I can think of more headcanons but I think this is a really long post. So I will leave it here.
Take care, drink water, hope you are happy, be kind, live, laugh, love.
Chao.
Hi Nonnie, thanks for letting me know and taking the time to write so many lovely headcanons as well! I’ll go through and make that correction in what I wrote.
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Do you think Eddie makes a conscious choice in dating Latinas? Since Shannon he didn't date a white person again. Could be purely coincidental, but I wonder if it was a conscious choice on the writers part that goes back to his upbringing.
I would like to preface by saying I am not latinx and therefore don’t have firsthand experience in being raised in a latinx household and what pressures there may be within that, but personally I think he does… He has this idea in his head of what “the perfect mother for chris” looks like based on a laundry list of things his parents (any by extension pepa) have expected of him when looking for a romantic partner. Couple that with the years of repression (something ryan himself has said in regards to eddie), his catholic guilt, and the influence of his parents and pepa (callback to when he was set up with- i think her name was vanessa??- and he had the line about “we’re going up against the influence of two tías”) eddie is still searching for that idealistic partner that he has cooked up because it’s what he’s been told to wnat his whole life. I have complicated opinions on his relationship with Shannon that I won’t get into here, but I will say I think her being white was as much of a rebellion that his teenage catholic self was willing to make against his parents, but now, he is constantly worried about what is best for his son, so he is trying to find “the perfect mother” rather than looking for “the perfect partner.” And again, who has impressed the importance of finding “the perfect mother” for christopher? his parents. Now, i think it is a little hypocritical of Ramón to pressure Eddie into marrying a latina woman after he himself married a white woman, but then again Ramón and Helena both have been shown to be hypocrites throughout the series so i wouldn’t put it past them.
To wrap things up and give you a simple answer, yes i think it is a conscious choice, but i do not think that it, deep down, is what he wants. I have my own theories on just how in tune eddie (and buck) are with their actual feelings for each other without realizing it, and I might make a separate post going into that, but until Eddie realizes that he doesn’t need to find “the perfect mother” for christopher, and instead he needs to find a partner, he will absolutely take that into consideration as a result of what has been impressed on him from a young age.
I hope this answers your question and makes sense, anon! Have a lovely day 💕
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