God Im Hoping Theyll Be Better Than That

God im hoping they’ll be better than that 😕

There’s only 3 things that’ll make me like btsv

1. Miles not accepting anyone’s apologies

2. Tiana Toomes introduction

3. FlowerByte canon canon canon confirmed

Spanish affectionate names (because we can do better than using “mi amor” a hundred times)

Author’s note: Spanish uses gendered nouns. Masculine nouns often end in -o (example: “guapo”) and feminine nouns often end in -a (example: “princesa”). There are also gender neutral names! I’ll list those too for my people that are non-binary! This list is not exhaustive, so feel free to reblog and add more! Also, some words may have different translations depending on the country!!!!!

For him (names to use towards someone who identifies as a man)

Guapo : handsome

Rey : king

Príncipe: prince

Chulo / Lindo : cute, cutie

Bichito : little bug (disclaimer: in Puerto Rico, “Bicho” means “d*ck, so “Bichito” would mean “little d*ck”. )

For her (names to use towards someone who identifies as a woman)

Princesa: Princess

Guapa : beautiful

Muñeca : doll

Reina : queen

For everyone (he/him, she/her, they/them)

Mi corazón : my heart

Mi alma : my soul

Mi vida : my life

Mi cielo : my sky/heaven

Mi tesoro : my treasure

Mi luz : my light

There are tons more out there. Do a quick search!

Happy writing!

i think one of my favourite parts of gravity falls is just. soos in general. a different show would probably have a character like that- y’know, a fat guy who’s in that early-20s age where nobody wants to acknowledge that nobody knows what they’re doing but they’re not a kid anymore so they’re no longer part of the “marketable demographic” for kids, i think a lot of other shows would make him the punching bag or the butt of jokes or portray him as weird or creepy or a failiure. but no, soos is genuinely a big part of the heart of the show. he’s allowed to be a bit of a dork, and have a non-standard path in life- it’s treated as part of the quirks that make him lovable! the twins think he’s super cool, he’s smart, funny, genuine, kind- and when he gets his own episode in soos and the real girl, his issues with talking to people are just treated as so much more HUMAN than i’m used to for characters in his demographic. it’s really sweet. and i’m glad they do that. i really like soos.

I was cooking on twitter today

her with the violet eyes

The neon purple hands of (dimension 42) Aaron Davis’ analog clock signaled to Miles that it was nearing the twelve o’clock hour. He layed freshly showered, in borrowed fleece pajamas that he swore he had a pair of back home. The red leather loveseat/futon in Aaron’s condo was identical to the one his father sold over a year ago and despite the comfortable plushness of the mattress, Miles knew he was getting no shut eye tonight. Given the fact his body was in four different dimensions in a singular day, Miles should’ve been knocked out by now; however he was wide awake. It wasn’t because of the rattling sound of Aaron’s running refrigerator or the fact that his alternate self was in fetal position right beside him. What kept him awake and alert was his mind replaying the past 16 hours on a 4X speed loop. As if…if he stopped thinking about it for one second, he’d forget everything. Miles scoffed when soft snores began to emit from his Earth 42 counterpart, indicating he was now sound asleep. Contrarily, the prowler swore on his late abuelitos grave that he would be posted up all night to make sure Miles didn’t try anything funny. Miles thought it to be likely that his other self trusted him more than he was willing to admit; there was no way he would’ve dozed off if he didn’t. Either way, the jaded teen had nothing to worry about. Miles knew his best shot at finding a collider and getting home was with his and his Uncle's assistance; running away would push him farther from his goal. The young Spiderman decided hours ago that he couldn’t afford to be impulsive at the moment, his father was running on borrowed time. The random pieces of advanced tech in Aaron’s apartment caused his thoughts to drift to the utopia that was Nueva York. Of course the famous Spider Society would be based in such an advanced dimension; with their high speed trams, self-driving cars, opulent glass skyscrapers, AI assistants, avatars…

...Cute avatar girls to be more specific…

Even if he wanted to, Miles couldn’t stop his train of thought from heading in that direction. Getting acquainted with her was definitely one of the highlights of this tumultuous day. He was in a facility full of spider people- more spider people than he ever could've imagined, but there was something about her. The pleasant, invigorating zing! that tickled his brain when he first registered her being. He never thought a Spider sense could feel so amazing. His attraction to her wasn't subconscious for long because he quickly found her to be witty, intelligent, assured. How could he not give her all his attention? If it were up to Miles, he would've followed her around headquarters for the rest of that day; asking about the function of every machine in the place- just to hear her talk. For a total of five minutes, he didn't give a damn about meeting Miguel O'Hara. Miles wasn't afraid of Miguel in the slightest, but the knowledge that she'd likely face hefty repercussions for aiding his escape made his stomach harden. She didn't have to help him, she barely even knew him and vice versa. And yet under her violet gaze, he felt seen... for the first time in a while.

'I'll never see her again.'

The thought made him miserable, but he had to face the facts. She was dimensions away and was probably regretting her noble act towards him...as well as meeting him in the first place. He couldn't even properly thank her- or at least protect her from Miguel's brutish wrath. His talons ripping through the barrier, fangs bared, red eyes bulging through it’s sockets- Miles thought he was done for, but then he turned and looked at her. She was a wreck and it was obvious to Miles that she had much to lose if she didn’t abide by Miguel’s orders. Brilliantly, she overrode his tampering and Miles was prepared for her to deactivate the machine. But then she met his pleading gaze and fixed him with a look of her own- not the look of pity he’d grown used to seeing on others- no, it was a look if recognition. Her affirming nod. It was a relief that at least someone in that big fancy place understood his actions. The stubborn part of Miles' mind kicked in quickly. Even if they would never cross paths again, Miles was determined to remember her. The way her pixilated hair perfectly mimicked a tight curl pattern, her upturned feline eyes, and not to forget her endearing tooth gap. If he were home, he'd utilize his sketchbook. Draw her to the last detail while she was still fresh in his mind. For now, his memory would have to do. Miles remembered her lilting voice as she teased him, her naturally beguiling aura. He forgot his own name because he was too keen on learning hers. No one ever made him feel the way she did and Miles knew at that moment that it'd be impossible to forget her. In fact it was more likely than not that he would fall into the same old pattern he was in this past year. Fantasizing about a spider girl from a different dimension. Only this time, Miles was sure this girl wouldn't randomly apparate to his house a year later. And maybe that was a blessing in disguise, maybe it's best that she remained a beautiful fantasy. One that could never pose a threat to his emotional well-being. Far a way and untouchable, only appearing in his dreams at night and making her way to the back of his mind during his busy days. He should only be so lucky if- "Gah!" Miles was torn out of his bout of angst when a bony knee dug into the right side of his abdomen. He looked over to his dimensional equivalent who had the audacity to sneer at him in his sleep. The young prowler maneuvered his body to a more comfortable position on his stomach and grumbled as if to say...

'Can you stop thinkin' so damn loud? I'm tryna sleep here.'

The two were complete opposites- that much was clear to him, but Miles wondered if his other self was also prone to getting attached to girls he just met. If only they were on better terms; Miles could talk to him and not have to internalize the anguish of knowing he'll never cross paths with her again. He let out a heavy sigh and attempted to clear his mind of all the uncertainty of what was to come the next day. Instead, he focused on the neon purple hands of the clock. Soon enough, repose began to take over his being and he could've sworn the neon purple looked violet.