#spanish sentences

[hedgehog-moss]

One mistake I made a lot when I started learning English was writing both the auxiliary and the main verb in past tense—as in, "Did the rain stopped?" My English teacher had to really drill this grammar point into my head, she was like "the point of 'did' here is to indicate past tense, there's no need for another time marker." Me, genuinely baffled: "Why not?" Teacher: "Think of the 'ed' in 'stopped' as having migrated to the beginning of the sentence and become 'did'. So it's no longer in 'stopped'." Well I was sad to see it go. I pointed out that in French you'd say "The rain (itself) has it stopped?" and 'the rain' feels welcome to stay even though the whole point of the pronoun 'it' should be to replace it in a quicker way. But it would be sad if the noun & its pronoun never got to hang out together so we keep both <3

My teacher had a British look on her face that made my middle-school self wonder if maybe she thought my language wasn't optimally designed, and then she said that in English it would feel clunky to give the same piece of grammatical information twice, and "if you use 'did' then the -ed in 'stopped' doesn't add anything." That just sounded offensive, I mean since when do letters need to add something to a sentence? isn't it enough that they adorn the end of words & frolic with the others in friendship. If it bothers you so much just don't pronounce them. Idk, "did the rain stopped" felt so right to me. In the end my teacher said that "The rain has it stopped?" with the redundant pronoun is the more formal French phrasing anyway, and I was like yeah true we'd rather say "is it that it (itself) has stopped to rain?" and I felt like this really proved my point and I think she felt the same way

#i did the same thing with adjectives... eg my purples socks are warm #i know i know purple doesn't need an -s because socks already has one so it doesn't add any information :( #look i already managed to steel myself and not write ''are warms'' as would feel right #and it's already sad enough to have no way to indicate that socks are girls. give me something #spanish is even worse than english in terms of grammatical emphasis in some ways. it will give you nothing #spanish is like oh my god you don't need a noun NOR pronoun don't act like you can't remember who we were talking about just 1 sentence ago #in spanish the noun and its pronoun get to hang out together on the astral plane they just don't have a lot of work to do

[schumiatspa]

Carlitos Alcaraz || la sonrisa más bonita del mundo✨

#if anyone is thinking of complaining that his teeth are terrible or something please forward your complaint to our fuck off departement #he is beautiful. a baby. baby boy. the cutest person out there #a ray of sunshine #everytime he smiles or laughs a baby angel is born #he doesn't need to have perfect teeth to have a beautiful smile #(god this took me way longer than expected) #(if the spanish sentence is wrong please correct me lol) #carlos alcaraz #tennis

[gojo-inabox]

looking for miguel content, some great finds so far but the amount of people who are just fetishizing him and making him the ‘latin lover' stereotype is so perplexing and odd bruh

#plus the really stiff and random spanish in sentences #i’m hispanic and my spanish is terrible but DEAR GOD #it’s giving ‘welcome to mi casa 🤓’ #ppl do this all the time w latin actors and characters #i love Miguel tho he’s fine as hell 🙏 #it’s not stinky poos fault fr #i just think some people don’t realize how it can come off #miguel o’hara

[pensat-i-fet]

Found a different version of Spanish Rúben 😅

#we get a new sentence here #the Gen Z editing though... #ruben dias #also #that's how we say Rúben in Spanish #or more like Rubén #how I call him if he annoys me 😅

[da-proti-toku-grem]

joker_out_official insta story

THEY PLAYED SSOL ON THE SPANISH RADIO?? AND I DIDN'T KNOW??

#SO PROUD OF THEM <3 #sorry i'm going to say a lit in the tags but i'm tired to do another post about it #i was about to go to sleep and i open insta just to see a video of them talking in spanish #how am i supposed to sleep now #idc it was just two sentences #they are talking in spanish okay? #my poor spanish heart can't take it :( #i know i've mentioned many times hiw good bojan's spanish is #but i need y'all to know that Jan's 'hola' at the end sounds perfect #like i know it's silly cause it's just hello but non-native people actually don't pronounce it that good #but he sounded like a native fr #i don't remember if he said that he akso took spanish classes but i need more Jan speaking in spanish ASAP #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #nace jordan #jure maček

[literallyjusttoa]

I have this scene playing over and over in my head of Lester’s spotty memory making him forget English for a little bit. Like in the mornings when he wakes up he defaults to Ancient Greek since that’s his first language and Meg has no idea what he’s saying. And the first time it happens it’s like:

Lester: Tι κάνουμε σήμερα? (What are we doing today?)

Meg: What?

Lester: Τι? (What?)

Meg: What are you saying?

Lester: Μόλις έκανα μια ερώτηση. (I just asked a question.)

Meg: Can you understand me?

Lester: Μέγαρα τι διάολο λες? (Meg, what the hell are you talking about?)

This goes on for a bit until Lester realizes he is actually not speaking in the English language, and he has to spend a bit rewiring his brain to get back into the groove.

Also just having moments where Lester speaks slower, or takes more time to articulate himself bc he’s having to translate from Ancient Greek to English in his head and he isn’t able to do it quickly when his memory is bad. Like, English is probably his 50th language or something, he’d definitely struggle with it a lot once he doesn’t have godly perfection backing him up.

ALSO LESTER WITH A GREEK ACCENT. THAT IS ALL.

#this is inspired by me understanding Spanish but taking 5 hours to put together a single sentence <3 #also I had to use modern Greek instead of ancient bc my translator wasn’t working so boo #the point still stands #trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #sunny speaks #headcanons

[mj-is-learning-languages]

Just a reminder that grammatical gender is not the same as the gender that people have. I see a lot of people online who think that all gendered languages are a problem, and they can be frustrating, but a lot of that seems to come from a lack of understanding on what grammatical gender even does.

Like, first of all, the categories themselves are arbitrary for the most part. “Masculine” and “feminine” for nouns doesn’t actually mean that your chair is a woman. The word for chair in Spanish is feminine, which means that it gets described with feminine articles (la, una, las, unas), adjectives (usually ending in an -a), and objective pronouns (la). Again, none of this has anything to do with the chair actually being female. It’s just the category that the word falls under, and that category tells us how to talk about it in a sentence. The grammatical genders could literally be anything; maybe some words are purple and some are green, and you have to describe purple words differently than green ones.

Second, some words even to describe people have a specific gender that does not ever change. La persona is a feminine word regardless of the gender of the person being talked about. Soy una persona, even though I’m not a woman. Even in a gendered language, there are some words that don’t gender the person in question.

It definitely can be frustrating and does mean that a lot of situations that don’t need to be gendered are gendered (for example, saying a sentence about my teacher would automatically gender the teacher, depending on if I say profesor or profesora), but a lot of people don’t even seem to realize that in grammar, gender means something different. Which is honestly a shame, because overall it opens up new ways to be more descriptive. For example, if I’m in another room and drop something, and sigh está rota (it’s broken), you automatically know that whatever I broke is a feminine object. So it can’t be, for example, a plate (un plato). Maybe it’s a cup (una taza). Sure, it’s not necessary, but it can be very interesting.

#just a reminder that no language is BAD for being gendered #over time things will get better for enby and trans people #but i don’t think that will ever mean taking the grammatical gender away from a language #once you do that It’s not the same language anymore #I’m also just intrigued by the concept of a language having genders that aren’t masculine and feminine #in one of my fantasy books I was playing with the idea of a language having four genders that are fire water air and earth #which would open up doors to explore how that culture views things like magic. what gender is magic? fire for strength or earth for nature? #maybe words relating to love and passion are all fire aligned #or maybe they’re all earth to symbolize stability #maybe The same word means a different thing in a different sentence structure. #‘i love you’ when aligned with air is more lighthearted and less fierce #while ‘I love you’ when earth aligned is what you’d say to a spouse #idk just there are so many possibilities #langblr #spanish #languages #languageblr #learning languages #learning spanish #language #language learning #spanish grammar

[nid-pysgodyn]

Chayanne and Missa

I feel like I'm getting a different vibe off of Chayanne when he's with Missa. When he's with Phil, he feels a lot more serious and hardened like a student with his mentor. When he's with Missa, he feels more like a kid with his dad. Phil and Chayanne are very father-son, but the vibe feels different to Missa and Chayanne. Like Missa isn't as much of a figure of authority as much as he is Chayanne's loving father.

I do love it when the eggs clearly behave very differently around different people e.g. Bobby (RIP) with Jaiden and Roier.

#qsmp #qsmp chayanne #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #qsmp eggs #my spanish sucks #I can understand a decent amount of spanish but don't fucking make me put together a sentence by myself

[spyderschaos]

If bilingual character what do I do so ppl know what bro is saying

#I hope it doesn’t sound weird bc I’m just saying it how I would #like yeah full English convo but then I say a sentence in Spanish bc I sounds for dramatic or sum #should I put like translation at the end #? #idk i’ll figure it out #ig #do ppl make bilingual characters just say words in their language that their friends don’t speak #I’d do that irl tbh #like not a lot just a lil #spyder’s chaos

[themadknightuniverse]

writing prompt suggestion? Nacho taking care of an injured Lalo or vise versa :>

Here are the two versions! I got inspired haha So you can find a short one mostly for fun, and a longer one much more dramatic but no bad ending in sight. Thank you for this ask I was just so happy when I saw it 💖 Of course, warnings : injury, blood, violence.

Lalo takes care of injured Nacho

Nacho winces, hissing between his teeth as blood drips on the counter top. Lalo turns away from the stove, looking at Nacho as he speed walks to the sink. “What’s wrong?” Nacho turns on the tap, carefully rinsing his hand under the water. Lalo notices the blood on the counter, on the knife. Lalo snorts “You cut yourself, darling?”

Nacho sends him a look over his shoulder, a bit annoyed “Yeah.” Lalo puts one of the two pans to the side and pads over to Nacho who’s looking at the wound. “Let me see.” Nacho removes his hand from under the water and lets Lalo take his hand, the man careful to avoid touching the wound. It’s a deep cut, right on the side of his index. Nacho can still move his finger fine, so it’s nothing too bad. The blood keeps running tho, snaking along Nacho’s finger, coating Lalo’s fingers as he observes the wound. “I think you’ll need one or two stitches. You really made a mess of yourself.” Nacho sighs “Yeah. Or your knifes are far too sharp.” Lalo laughs “There no such things as a 'too sharp' knife, cariño.” A minute later Nacho is sitting on a stool by the counter, Lalo sitting on another one right beside him. On the countertop rests a first-aid kit. There is everything needed to do stitches, of course, you don’t work for a cartel and don’t have such things in your home. When you're a Don at least. Nacho presses a clean dish-towel on the cut, staining it red, while Lalo is passing a thread in a needle. “You want something for the pain?” Nacho considers the question. The cut is stinging but it’s nothing compared to what he had been through in the past. There is a bottle of anesthesia product in the kit, but it seems ridiculous. It would be much more useful for a bullet wound. Nacho shakes his head. He removes his hand from the towel when Lalo invites him to rest it on the counter, and Lalo goes to work. Ignacio grits his teeth as Lalo works. It's stupid how much a cut on the hands can hurt. Lalo smirks at him as he cuts the thread after the first stitch is done. "Stay strong Nachito, if you don't cry you'll get a lollipop when I'm done."

Nacho glares back at him "I'm not a child." "You cut yourself while chopping carrots. It only happens to children." Lalo answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Nacho looks away, cheeks warming up a little no matter how much he tries not to feel embarrassed by how stupid all this was "It's not true, and you know it." "Yeah, because with your gigantic experience in a kitchen, you would know better than me." Nacho looks back at Lalo, frowning "It happened to my dad." "Well then your dear papa must be a real chef!" Lalo answers with a shit-eating grin right before passing the needle in Nacho's finger. Nacho barely contains a little groan of pain as it stings, preventing him from delivering an insult. Lalo ties the second knot neatly, and cuts the excess of thread. Nacho must admit, he did a really nice job with how good the stitches look. "There. All fixed up." Lalo says as he takes Nacho's hand in his own with the same care from earlier. He uses the towel to dab away the blood on Nacho's hand, removing the worst of it. It isn't unusual for Lalo to give him so much attention, but it somehow never stops to amaze Nacho. Those hands that are so good at hurting, destroying, set fire, killing, but can also be so gentle. And as always, it makes something flutter inside Nacho. The people Lalo treats with such delicacy are so rare, and, somehow, he's one of them. "Thanks." Lalo looks at Nacho, and the man seems to notice something in his eyes, because this time when he smiles, it's more tender. "Anything for you, mi corazón." And then Lalo is bringing Nacho's hand to his mouth, and he drops the softest kisses on his knuckles. Nacho's breath catches in his throat, his cheeks warming up. Damn this man and his stupid charm. "Do you want a band-aid on that? I have some with super cute little blue flowers on it." Lalo says, his stupid grin back on his face. "Oh shut the fuck up." Nacho mumbles and removes his hand from Lalo's grip, leaving a laughing Lalo behind him as he steps away.

Nacho takes care of injured Lalo

It should have been alright.

It was just one of their usual visit to Albuquerque. Checking if everything was in order, maintain a real contact with their men in town, and of course, remind everyone who they were working for. Nacho and Lalo were highly respected, two living legends forming a single deadly entity, thanks to the brilliant plan they pulled up to make Fring fall. And the rumors circulating inside the cartels were probably exaggerating their real exploit, even if it truly had been a hard mission to accomplish, but none of them would say otherwise. Nobody dared to bring up the “Chicken Man subject” in front of them anyway. They were just this insurmontable obstacle for anyone else trying to get a higher rank in the cartel.

And this time around, everything was going well, because nobody really tried anything since they were both sitting side by side on the Salamanca throne. Domingo and Tuco, freshly out of prison, had organized a little special thing to celebrate what Tuco liked to call “a family reunion” even though it was just a party at Domingo's house with the other members of the cartel working under them all, and their companions.

It would have been like the precedent times, Lalo and Nacho taking the time to pass by the Salamanca's guest house to leave their stuff for the time they'll stay in town, take a quick shower, Lalo intruding while Nacho showered like he often did, sharing wet kisses under the water, maybe exploring each other's body in a heated embrace, before finally getting ready. And this went well this time around too, what truly changed was during the trip over to Domingo's place.

They should have thought about it, honestly. But retrospectively, they were both so lost in the feeling of power they had over their territories they became sloppy when it came to being unpredictable, and so making them an easier target.

When cars pulled up before the Javelin at a crossroad, arriving out of nowhere, Nacho barely had the time to press on the brakes. His instinct struck back immediately, turning the car hastily as men came out of the cars, weapons in hand. Lalo was shooting at them through the window in record time, reacting just as fast at the ambush. Bullets pierced the doors, exploded the windows, as Lalo kept on shooting, arm out of the car without a doubt in the world he wouldn't get hurt.

Nacho grabbed his own gun as he was rushing back the way they came, dodging as bullets flew through the window on the back of the car. Nacho cursed and hit the breaks again as a large SUV came to cut their way too, blocking their only other escape route. Three men got out of the car, two armed with pistol, and another one with a freaking Tommy gun. Nacho grabbed at Lalo, pulling him with him so they both were protected by the front of the car as bullets rained on them.

They were going to fucking die, Nacho couldn't help but think. His hands were grabbing at Lalo's shirt strongly enough to rip the nice fabric of it. No. He had to think. Bullets had stopped coming from behind them, surely Lalo had put down these men. How many were they? Five? Six? Nacho didn't had the time to count before he had turned the car around. Bullets were still coming, they were gonna explode the fucking car. A plan. They needed a plan.

His internal monologue took a brutal end when the bullets slowed, only the guys with the pistols shooting now, but what stopped him was Lalo moving away from him. He tried to grip at Lalo's shirt as the man was opening the door on his side, and stepping out while keeping his head low.

“Lalo no! What—“

Nacho could only look at him, baffled and furious at the risk Lalo was taking. The man sent him a look as bullet were piercing the door, stopped by the thickness of it, and fucking winked at him, a smile accompanying it. Lalo peered over the door, and started shooting back.

Nacho decided he would get mad later. He had to focus on eliminating whoever these men were before pulling at Lalo's ear and give him the worst earful of his life. The bullets were calming down, the men recharging their weapons. Lalo took advantage of the change, shooting one of the men in the stomach and the shoulder. Nacho tried a look over the hood of the car, witnessing the man falling down with a cry of pain. Through the smoke coming from the engine of the Javelin, he could see the other man with just a pistol circling the car to his side. But he also saw that the guy with the heavy weapon had finished recharging. He barely had the time to duck down again that the car body was pierced by more bullets. Nacho turned himself toward his door, trying to anticipate the arrival of the man with a light weapon, waiting as patiently as he could for the idiot who was shooting entire cartridge at them to finish.

A yelp came from his right. Nacho's blood ran cold. Lalo. When he looked over, Lalo was clutching at his chest, face grimacing in intense pain. Nacho's blood ran hot. No, it ran into lava, awakening a furnace of ferocity inside of him. He didn't think. He grabbed at Lalo and pulled him inside the car like he weighted nothing, bullets still raining on them but Nacho couldn't care less. His vision has turned red.

He snatched the gun from Lalo's hand, the man not letting go of it despite being hurt. Lalo tried to speak to him but Nacho couldn't hear a thing. There was only his blood rushing in his ears, and this terrible beast inside of him telling him to tear, burn, annihilate. Nacho sat up, and fired. His aim was perfect, the single bullet piercing the skull of the man holding the Tommy gun. In his fall, the man still had his finger on the trigger, and he fired a line of bullets up towards the sky, projectiles hissing as they passed right next to Nacho who didn't flinch, his eyes finding the man who was recharging his pistol. Nacho didn't fired. He opened his door, and pushed it open with a foot. He was out of the car then, his eyes pinned on his target who started to panic, not managing to insert the cartridge correctly.

Nacho didn't shoot still. He crossed the distance in quick steps, the man loosing his composure, still desperately trying to insert that damn cartridge, but it was too late because Nacho was there and he punched him right in the face. The man's gun scattered away as he felt on the ground under the strong impact. Nacho was over him in an instant, grabbing at his t-shirt, and started to beat the shit out of him.

Nacho wasn't the kind to deliver a slow and painful death. And he wasn't the kind to inflict such a sentence to a pawn. But something in him had snapped. And by the time his fist was covered in blood, not a single drop his own, the fog in his mind started to dissipate. He let go of the man's shirt and grabbed one of his weapon he had tucked in his jeans, and fired at the man's head, ending his slow agony.

Nacho went back to his feet with his breath short. He looked around. There were bodies everywhere. Blood everywhere. And one man still breathing, the one Lalo shoot last. Nacho quickly went over to him, interrogated him about the attack. It seemed like they had new pseudo cartel Don to deal with. Nacho put a bullet in the man's head.

A sound coming from the Javelin picked his attention. Lalo. He was sitting up in the passenger's seat, looking at him, gaze unreadable. That's when Nacho registered the blood running on Lalo's temple, all the way down his cheek and jaw, staining his shirt even more than the wound he had in the shoulder. Nacho tucked both gun in his jeans and went to Lalo's side, somehow reconnecting with the reality a bit more. They had to go, now. They were in an industrial zone but the cops wouldn't delay their arrival much longer, especially now that the shooting was over.

“I think I'll need your help, Nachito.” Lalo smiled up at him as Nacho peered inside the car at him.

Nacho said nothing and helped Lalo out of what was left of his precious Javelin. He carried Lalo over to the cars blocking their way, Lalo's valid arm slung over his shoulders. But Lalo was becoming heavier and heavier as they progressed, the man's feet loosing their footing under the speed at which Nacho was going. When Lalo grunted, Nacho started to worry much more. He stopped and slipped an arm under Lalo's leg and carried him as best as he could to the black SUV.

Once he had installed Lalo in the passenger's seat, Nacho took his face with both of his palms, pushing away the strand wet with sweat and blood. That was a lot of blood now.

“Hey! Hey look at me Lalo. Open your eyes.” But Lalo just groaned, his head lolling to the side. Nacho kept it upright. “Com'on Eduardo, focus. Open your eyes. Open your eyes for me, mi sol.”

Lalo blessedly opened them. “Cariño... me siento... extraño...”

Nacho tried to make eye contact with the glazed dark orbs “I'll get some help.” Lalo blinked and their eyes finally locked. “I need you to stay awake. You can do that?”

Lalo hummed an affirmative noise. Police's sirens arrived in the distance, their lights not visible yet. Nacho reclined Lalo's seat a little so he wouldn't fall forward and clipped his seat belt tight around him. The key was still on when he sat in the driver's seat. He didn't wait any longer and propelled the car down the road.

He couldn't go to the hospital, not after the police had been alerted, and not with their identity. He fished his phone in his leather jacket, calling the second number registered in the shortcuts. He took a few deep breath as he waited for the call to be answered, trying to stay focused on the road. His eyes kept returning to Lalo's form, making sure he was still breathing.

“You with me Eduardo?”

Another humming sound answered him. That will have to do.

“Okay. Don't fall asleep mi sol. I want you with me.”

“Eres el amor... de mi vida.” You're the love of my life.

Nacho quickly looked over at Lalo, and there was that same way he looked at him minutes ago. He looked back at the road and tried not to think how much Lalo's declaration sounded like a goodbye.

“Yeah, Nacho?”

Domingo's voice almost startled him, pulling him out of his thoughts. Nacho felt Lalo's hand coming to rest on his thigh, he didn't let it distract him. It was reassuring to feel it resting there, it meant Lalo was still conscious.

“Mingo, I need you to call the doctor, now. I'm heading to your home. We've been attacked on our way to your place, Lalo is badly injured. I'll be there in 10 min, I'll try to make it 7. Get everyone out, I don't want anyone else but you and the doctor when we arrive.”

“Uh- Okay. You're okay?”

Nacho looked over at Lalo who was visibly fighting to not loose consciousness.

“Yeah. Just do as I said.”

Nacho hung up without waiting an answer. He focused on the road, trying to rely on Lalo's hand presence on his leg as a source of proof the man was alright, fighting the need to actually look at him to make sure. They were almost there, Domingo's house at the end of the road, when Nacho felt Lalo's hand slip from his leg.

“Eduardo you're still with me?”

No answer. Nacho looked over. Lalo's head was lolling to the side, the dark blood covering half his face. Nacho looked back at the road. The last car of the invited men was leaving just before Nacho drove right into the empty parking spot that was the nearest from the entry. Domingo was opening the door while Nacho was already pulling Lalo out of the car, carrying him bridal style, Lalo's head falling on his shoulder. Tuco appeared in the doorway just as Nacho was approaching.

“Who the fuck did this?!”

Nacho just gave him a name as he entered the house, rushing to the biggest room of the whole house. Domingo had cleared the table of the dining room, visibly understanding they'll need to deal with real bad injuries.

“Where is the doctor?” Nacho asked Domingo, and maybe he sounded harsher than he realized because Domingo took a step back.

“She's on her way. I called her right after your call. She told me she would be there in 10.”

Nacho had drove fast, she would be there any minute then. Tuco's voice erupted from the entrance hall, he was calling his men to get informations about the name Nacho gave him by the looks of it. Nacho decided he would leave him to take care of this for now, he had more important things to think about right now.

“Go fetch a bassin of water, some towels, and-”

Nacho cut himself as he witnessed Domingo bringing exactly what he was asking for over to the table. He had prepared these before they arrived. Nacho sometimes forgot how well Domingo had learned to play his role in the scheme of the cartel. He knew the deal by now.

A groan came from the table. Nacho was leaning over Lalo in a flash, eyes jumping all over his face. He brought one of his hand to Lalo's bloodied face, pushing the wild messy curls away again.

“Hey, you're back.”

Lalo hummed. “I'm tired.”

“It's okay, the doctor will be there in a minute.” Nacho tried a smile, and it made a similar one form on Lalo's lips. “You'll be on your feet soon, and then I'll tell you all about what I think of the stupid decision you made back there.”

Lalo let out the huff of a laugh. “Can't wait.”

One of Lalo's hand came to cup Nacho's around his face. He held it there as he barely turned his head toward it, nuzzling it, before kissing Nacho's bloody palm.

“No soy.. nada... sin ti.” I'm nothing without you.

Nacho's heart seized in his chest. Lalo never missed a chance to cover him with the most sweetest words, to the point of becoming cheesy sometimes, but it always made something radiate inside of him. A burning sensation that made him feel good, that was giving all this madness of their shared a life a real meaning. And tonight it was burning so bright it was almost painful.

Nacho caressed Lalo's hair with his other hand “I'm not going anywhere.”

Lalo's glassy eyes found his, and there was that look again. And now that he had the time to observe it, Nacho could label it. It was pure liquid adoration swimming in those dark orbs. Nacho briefly wondered why Lalo was letting him see that now, after all this time spent together. Was it because of what he did? What Lalo saw of him? The way he punched that man almost to death out of ferocious protectiveness? But his questions were cut short by the arrival of the doctor.

“The doc is here, I'll let her work, alright? I'm right there.”

Lalo hummed again, on the edge of loosing consciousness again, letting go of Nacho's hand with confidence still. Nacho stepped away as the doctor entered the room, opening her bags next to Lalo, accompanied by her usual assistant. Nacho gave her the informations she needed to work and then came to stand beside Domingo who had went to stand a bit further away when Lalo woke up, leaving them at their private conversation.

At some point Domingo asked him what happened and Nacho went through the events. The anger from earlier coursed through his veins again, but it wasn't as vicious at least. Seeing the amount of blood still on his hands was a good enough reminder for him to keep his calm. Lalo was safe. He didn't have to beat and kill anyone to protect him. Not yet at least. Nacho wasn't going back to Mexico before having the man responsible for all this at his feet, begging for mercy.

It was hours later when Lalo regained consciousness. Nacho was laying beside him in bed, in one of Domingo's guest room. Nacho barely slept, monitoring Lalo even if everything went fine during the time he spent under the care of the doctor. But he couldn't help himself. It was the first time he really feared for Lalo's life. They didn't found themselves in such a dire situation since Fring. And even then neither of them had been badly injured. Lalo had lost so much blood. The bullet that scraped at Lalo's temple had left a deep cut. A little more to the right and they would never had the chance to exchange any last words.

Nacho looked as Lalo's eyelids fluttered open, trying to shield the sensitive eyes to the little light that was illuminating the room. There was nothing but a thin ray of sunlight passing between the almost closed curtains, bathing the room in a very soft orange light. Lalo turned his head, noticing Nacho's presence with a delay, and smiled softly.

“You're there.”

Nacho smiled back, eyes dancing between Lalo's. “Told you I wasn't going anywhere.”

“Right. But I never know when I can trust your words.” Lalo answered with a mischievous little smirk.

Nacho groaned, frowning, and pushed himself on an elbow to lean a little over Lalo. “You're really bringing this up now?”

Lalo smiled, showing all his teeth. “I'm just playing with you, cariño.”

Nacho kept on frowning at that man he unfortunately loved. His heart squeezed in a bad way when he thought again that he almost lost him last night. They had been neglecting their security. Nacho would make sure it didn't happened again. He had a sun he wanted to keep shining bright at his side. He lowered himself over Lalo until their lips brushed, soft and delicate. A chaste kiss. His hand cupped Lalo's head with care, a fingertip running under Lalo's wound running along his head, careful not to touch it.

“No soy nada sin ti.” I'm nothing without you. The sincerity and weight of his own words felt almost unreal. Never before did his words carried more truth. “Estoy perdido sin ti.” I'm lost without you.

It seemed to shook Lalo has much as himself. The adoration was shining bright in his eyes, and when he blinked a tear ran down his temple, leaving Nacho stunned by the vision.

“Te creo.” I believe you.

Lalo pulled Nacho into a fierce embrace, not giving a single care about the pain in his shoulder. Nacho hugged him back just as tight.

#as always don't hesitate to let me know if I made a mistake in the spanish sentences! #I really love them using it and I want to use it more in fanfics #hope you enjoy! #lacho #nacho varga #lalo salamanca #lacho fanfic #fanfic #bcs #lacho asks #asks #text post #I'll make this an AO3 post tomorrow after a good second reading #i'm off to bed 💖

[sasster]

Antivenom

This one came to me in a vision btw. It’s great to have a man on the inside! [doc]

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Due to his position in the fleet and, more importantly, his status as a member of The Overseer’s handpicked crew, Laeche has come to enjoy access to many secrets being held by the Empire and its fleet. It is a list that stretches from unmarked weapons testing grounds to the flight patterns of prison ships.

Valuable information.

Information that should definitely stay out of the wrong hands.

The way Laeche sees it is that everyone has a secret. No matter how sweet and innocent or vile and cruel that person may be, there is bound to be some aspect of themselves that they are concealing from the world. This is also a truth that extends to a society itself.

Not out of shame or fear, but convenience, the Alternian government conceals information from its population all the time.

The purple blood is grateful for his peak behind the curtain.

Laeche makes his way into the grounded fleet vessel that he was summoned to, going over the diagnostics he has to run on the engine before the vessel can take off for the evening.

It has been a very long few perigees working on it solo, but that is what he was asked to do.

The less hands touching a secret the better it is for the sake of the project and all that.

That aforementioned convenience.

Upon entering the vessel he is greeted by a violet blood that comes up to about chin height to him, doing the usual pat down for bugs and paranoid looking around behind him to make sure he wasn’t followed.

He allows the manhandling to take place.

“You know, usually it’s the people that are working against the empire with such strict protocols.” He starts with a smirk in lieu of a greeting. “Should I be worried?”

The scientist sneers at him in response, fins pinned back as he moves to shut the door.

“I’ve worked too long and too hard to be thwarted now. Do you know how much rebel activity happens on this miserable rock?”

“‘Thwarted’ is a word villains use.” Laeche says casually, smacking the gum in his mouth as he meanders further along into the ship.

The ship would be nothing to write home about if it were not for the fact that it was refitted to look almost exactly like a laboratory. Odds and ends one would expect to find in an experimental facility with tubes and wires running through it toward a common area that housed a giant glowing vat. Home to a mysterious liquid with a troll suspended in it, a troll soaking in all of those sweet sweet chemicals.

There is just one thing that Laeche hates in a way that has him seeing red and he has been working silently beside it for nearly half a sweep now.

It makes his skin itch.

The only parts of the ship that remain ungutted are the engine room and coms station to man the thing. His only means off of Alternia when his work is done.

“After I run my diagnostics on the engine you’ll be all set to send for a crew to fly you out of here, sir.”

Where will he take this experiment when he is done?

The engineer never bothered to ask, the less he knew about whatever super soldier project this was the better it would ultimately be for everyone involved.

“Good, I never want to set foot on this miserable rock again.”

“What an impressive show of allegiance.”

“Get to work.”

Laeche puts both hands up as he meanders over in the direction of the engine room, taking time to throw one more pitying gaze at the experiment as he passes it.

Briefly, he wonders how aware of the world around them they are in there.

Then he hopes that the answer is not at all.

 - -

Hours pass before the engineer emerges from his work — A critical failure put him behind in the timeline. The scientist sits in the common area with a scowl cemented to his face. Like a disappointed parent he says nothing as Laeche fully enters the room, following his movements only with his eyes.

“Well.”

“So there was a minor setback.”

Oh, if looks could kill.

“What kind of setback?” The scientist grits.

“The kind where you’re stuck on this miserable rock for at least another day.”

“That is unacceptable.”

“Them's the breaks.” Laeche says very simply, his attention now fully on the vat in front of him. “I can fix it in time for a preflight check tomorrow though.”

“That is unacceptable I said! Your commanding officer will hear about this!”

“General Viroil is already aware that you need me a bit longer. It’s just another night.”

The violet blood shoots to his feet and Laeche catches the glimpse of a grim expression crossing his features in the reflection of the glass.

Scary!

“Why are you playing games with me?”

“We’re both men of science--” he is cut off by a scoff from the higher blooded troll. It rolls off of his back. “Surely you’ve had things fall apart for seemingly no reason at all.”

“What have you been doing all day then?”

“Fixing it.”

Almost as if on cue the lights on the ship go dead, from the delicate hum and glow of the vat it seems like the only thing spared from the outage is the life support hooked up to the experiment.

Laeche laughs breathlessly.

“That wasn’t me.”

Before the seadweller gets a chance to broadcast his disapproval with the situation, though the sneer he wears is plenty good at getting the message across on its own, something large comes barreling out of the darkness and straight for him.

The resulting crash all but shakes the ship off of its foundation.

Laeche turns around to face the masked intruder, large clawed gloves piercing into the skin where they held the scientist up by the neck. In the sudden silence that flooded the room, the purple blood could almost hear the fluid being pumped into the troll from the bulky containers that wrapped around the cuffs of the gloves.

The scientist claws uselessly at the assailant’s wrist.

“Get-- Get this thing off of me.” He barks at him, choking on his own blood.

Laeche sighs.

“Can you drop him?”

The intruder obliges and drops his victim in a heap at his feet, when he tries to stand again he crumples almost immediately.

“You’ll have to forgive my brother,” the engineer starts to explain, eyes cold as his gaze sweeps over the scene. “He has no home training.”

He stares back in astonishment.

“Your brother?”

“Sh. You’ll want to hear what I have to say,” he continues, gesturing to his brother as he does. “Nene here just pumped you full of what I’m guessing is a lethal dose of poison.”

“Lo siento.” The mask troll offers, with a simple shrug.

The scientist sputters, hands reaching for his neck where it no doubt has started to sting something awful. He stares up at the pair with a suddenly humbled expression.

Pleading, almost.

“Thing is, I always walk with antivenom. So I don’t think you’ll die. It’d be painful though. It’s paralytic. Starts in the legs pretty quickly, then it starts to shut everything down. Usually in two or so hours. Worried about the amount he got into you, though.”

He lulls his head over to look to his brother for confirmation.

“An hour if he’s lucky.” 

“I don’t think he’s lucky--”

“What do you want?” The scientist spits back at them. “Is it money?”

“I want you to tell us how to get them out of there.” He indicates the vat with his head. “Alive.”

“What?”

“You’d waste precious time having me explain myself?”

The seadweller hisses and when neither of them respond to the pitiful threat display he drags both of his hands down his face.

It seems he’d rather not die here. Not like this, at least.

He sighs.

“Fine.”

“No funny business, Nene hates clowns.” Laeche warns. “We want them alive.”

“Fine!”

It does not take long for the brothers to dismantle the contraption, maybe about fifteen or twenty minutes, and pull the troll out of the foul smelling chemicals. Laeche finds an old blanket to wrap around their emaciated form. Then he sits on the ground beside them, fore and middle fingers pressed to the neck in search of a pulse.

He gives Vineno a thumbs up when he finds it, thready but steadily getting stronger.

“Your end…Of the bargain.” The seadweller rasps between labored breaths, now slumped over in a corner behind the three. If Laeche had to guess, the man will have almost certainly lost most if not all of the function in his extremities by now.

It’s a marvel he’s speaking at all.

“About that,” the purple blood says with a smile that shows off his fangs. “I never really promised you anything.”

The scientist sputters up blood instead of protest.

“But we aren’t the torturing type. Nene wants to give you one small mercy as a thank you.”

Vineno says nothing as he walks toward the troll.

Laeche cradles the head of the rescued experiment in his lap as the sound of crunching bones fills the air.

“You’re going to be okay now.” He whispers to them. “Nene will take you somewhere safe.”

After the embrace, Laeche stands and starts to meander back toward the engine room.

Vineno follows.

When they are good and alone, Laeche lets out a big sigh that also sees him deflating the tension he held in his back.

“I don’t know how you can be so serious all the time, Nene.” He muses as he sits himself at his workstation, letting himself relax further as he does. “It’s exhausting.”

“It’s a talent of mine.”

“Alright, let’s get to the part where you beat the shit out of me.”

“Gladly.”

“I sent a message to the flying crew that he’s ready for systems check this evening. They’ll be here in a few hours, go make a mess so it looks like you struggled.”

Vineno tsks behind him. It was not as though he needed to be told how to do his job.

“Hazme un paro, por favor.” The engineer says as he puts his goggles on.

“Hm?”

“Don’t break my arm this time.”

“I can’t promise you that, officer.”

#laeche #vineno #coko writes sometimes #uhm #long post #this is the longest thing i’ve written in a whiel so you have to be SOOO NICE TO ME #the two sentences in spanish are ‘i’m sorry’ and ‘do me a favor’ #(please read the i’m sorry as deadpan as possible for best reading experience)

[ask-mark-stuff]

hola

Hola! Spanish is a great language, it's very common and easy to learn! Mark, can you speak Spanish?

Uhh...no?

That's okay, because today we're going to learn Spanish!

First, let's learn some simple words! 'Amigo' means friend, try saying it Mark!

Amigo..?

That's right! Now try to translate this sentence for me. Tengo tus amigos.

I don't...know-

Vamos Mark, esa es una frase muy fácil.

What??

Voy a matar a tu familia y amigos, nadie podrá salvarte.

I don't understand!

:)

#my ass did NOT pay attention in spanish class last year #but i tried my best 2 form somewhat coherent sentences #with a bit of help of google translate #btw the first spanish sentence billy says mean “i have your friends” #second says “come on mark it's very easy” #third says “I am going to kill your family and friends no one can save you” #ashur gharavi #mark and friends #an answer for an ask #maf

[mourningcttlfsh]

i started watchign 31 minutos. gelp

obsessed with the gambling addict bunny man. i have so many screenshots of him and im only on like. episode six. of season one. you have no idea

#31 minutos #juan carlos bodoque #love him. hes so silly #i want him to explode #me and my friends all agree #he should be sentenced to the blender. #also rare noctys/stella/me lore. i am in fact #hispanic. my whole family is from cuba but i wasnt born there (thank god) #i am decent at spanish but only speaking it and even then im not good at it but i can usually understand it good #i keep english subtitles on just in case

[murky-tannin]

I hope more qsmp creators get some sort of subtitles for their streams past the qlobal translater. Whether it's something like Baghera's or the extension that Forever uses- or a combo of things like Badboyhalo. Especially the english creators. I think only Bad has the translator extension?

#qsmp #murky mumbles #love Bad's #he has base subtitles which are viewable on vods though you can't translate them #they are still super useful #he has the translator/sub extension which translates everything he says but is only available live #but you can choose which language it's in with of english/french/spanish/portuguese as options #and ofc the qlobal translator for when he's on qsmp #Baghera's is also great. very accurate #part of the video itself so even if the twitch vod gets deleted the subs are still there #but you can't choose the language it translates into #plus requires manual changing from the streamer #but It just translates things so well i love it #also rip gabi has the translater extension but i've never had it work for me on her channel #it's always either not working at all #stuck on one sentence #or around 10 minutes behind #like literally 10 minutes behind #Cellbit's work just fine and Forever's are 50/50 but dont have 10 minute delay when they DO appear for me #so I think it's something on Gabi's end

[lighthouseas]

should start speaking some spanish on here. for funsies

#(can barely form a sentence) #uhhh uhh. #me gusta will byers y mike wheeler mucho..... #okay that one is too easy #and i had to use google translate to make sure i got the sentence structure right #im like. already doing terrible #okay hang on #uhhhhhh #max mayfield es pelirrojo #look. look at me GO #WOOOOOOOO #will byers encanta mike wheeler.... #okay sorry to any spanish speakers who read all of this i know im terrible 🫶 mwah #bee.txt

[sistervirtue]

its all fun and games making characters with unique speech patterns until its time to study the differences between medival romanian and modern romanian, the dialects, the transition between romanian and english as far as common grammar and syntax errors go, while also knowing that the characters and question have two very different educational and regional upbringings and may have a different bank of loan words from different languages because of the ethnic migrations and pockets in the region that they would have encountered, and then also knowing that theyve been around since the 15th century in a continuous manner while also moving around place to place and so would both be exposed to and use different common vernacular and integrate it into their own speech, while also trying to integrate the impact of literacy acquired in adulthood, and also factoring in a traumatic brain injury that impacts thought order and speech, and then on top of that their personalities also

#guess whos going on a pdf huntttttttt #godhead death sentence #i should rlly do the same for gabriel too....1800s mexican spanish with purepecha background is probably very different from modern english