#Hispanic names

[livehorses]

Hispanic names (Male)

Abraham

Alan

Arturo

César

David

Diego

Eduardo

Edmundo

Emiliano

Felipe

Gonzalo

Gustavo

Héctor

Horacio

Ignacio

Íñigo

Jaime

Javier

Jesús

Joaquín

Joel

Jonás

Néstor

Nicolás

Mateo

Matías

Marco

Mario

Mauricio

Omar

Óscar

Ricardo

Roberto

Rodrigo

Rogelio

Santiago

Samuel

Sebastián

Abelardo

Arnoldo

Armando

Aarón

Bartolomé

Braulio

Cipriano

Cirilo

Clemente

Cosme

Cristóbal

Damián

Darío

Elías

Emmanuel

Fabián

Fabricio

Federico

Franco

Gael

Gaspar

Hernán

Hernando

Homero

Jacobo

Isidro-Isidoro

Ismael

Nazario

Norman

Macario

Maximiliano

Melchor

Osvaldo

Plácido

Rodolfo

Romeo

Sancho

Silvestre

Telésforo

Ulises

Umberto

Uriel

Click here to see the female names, and here to see both genders.

[namesetc]

Could you possibly do latino/hispanic masc names? \(^ヮ^)/

alejandro

benjamin

bautista

bruno

carlos

camilo

cayetano

criastian

diego

daniel

domingo

donato

emilliano

fabian

fausto

fermin

german

gustavo

ignacio

julian

juan

jose

jorge

jesus

joaquin

luis

manuel

matias

mateo

nicolas

pedro

santiago

sebastian

samuel

tomas

plenty more here

if none of these work youre welcome to request again

[mysticdragon3md3]

[inkskinned]

so i think that in nona the ninth the reason everyone has strange names is bc nona speaks every language so the names she hears are the meaning of the name. like there's even a passage where she says "born in the morning" and everyone around her is like "? who the fuck is that?" and then they think about it and they say - oh you mean born in the morning. i think "born in the morning" is named something like "dawn" - nona hears the "meaning."

also i think noodle is based off of that one picture where it looks like the dog has too many legs but that's besides the point

[m3talmunson]

Steve Harrington except his mom comes from old money, his father new. So while Steve's mom took his father's last name (reluctantly. She was doing her best to promise that her son would have a good life ahead of him), she got to choose Steve's first, which just happens not to be Steve.

His name is actually Esteban Eberardo Ortiz Harrington, because by God, Maria Harrington would never let her son have an English name since she had to give up her own to promise her son a decent life.

Somewhere along the way she got lost in it all. She chased Mr. Harrington around to make sure he wasn't sleeping with whatever floozie secretary he had at the moment, and in doing so she forgot to be a mother - as much as somebody can just forget that duty.

So, one day Esteban got dropped off at his grandpa's house and became Steve. Then one day Steve's grandfather died and Steve didn't even see his father at the funeral. His father, the dead man's son, sent Maria with flowers to the funeral. Flowers she didn't have a destination for. So, the moment it was over she dragged Steve and the flowers back to the dust-covered Harrington home. She makes some dinner and has a nice night with her son, but as they curl up on the couch and try to settle for the night, she brings him up.

"Mijo, your father. I have to go back to him tomorrow. I have a plane ride in the morning. I have to go sweetheart." She blinks back the tears in her eyes as she delivers the news.

"It's ok mama! I'm 10 now, double digits." He holds out both of his hands, all of his fingers splayed out. "I can take care of things here." He put on his best brave face, something Grandpa Harrington taught him.

"Grandma is going to visit you as much as she can, but she doesn't live near here. You'll be on your own a lot, my sweet sweet boy." She let the tears run at this point, ignoring the musical she had put on the TV to occupy their thoughts.

"Don't cry mama," He curled up into her side. "Wait, Grandma? But she's been gone for longer than Grandpa?"

"No, no, my mama. She'll be up here every so often for you. My brave boy." She kissed the top of Steve's head, peppered a few more against Steve's complaints of tickling.

"Come on mama, Dolly's singing!" He said, and drew his attention back to the TV like it was nothing. They fell asleep on the couch that night. Mr. Harrington never would have approved, but maybe he just didn't need to know.

And that began the life of Steve being alone. At least, most of the time. His grandma did come up every so often. She taught him how to cook, clean, where the stools were, and which ones were tall enough for him to reach the cookie jar. The same cookie jar that stayed in place just incase his parents did come home and happen to give half a shit about it.

When she couldn't be there, over the phone, she taught her little Esteban Spanish. His father never allowed it in the house, but the moment she insisted she be called Abuelita and not Grandma, she piqued Esteban's interest.

He was interested until he got made fun of for the accent. He continued to learn it, but insisted that he be called Steve, the same way she insisted he call her something else. That set the record straight for him.

During high school, she got too frail for him to visit. The Harrington's put money in the bank for Steve, so he began to visit her. He'd fly down to where she was staying, drive once he could. Steve got his license the very first day he could, just to visit her. He planned her funeral when the day came, just a month before Will Byers went missing. That kept him in contact with quite a few of his cousins that way, checked in on everyone and made the rounds while he tried to remain a normal teenager, have a normal girlfriend, live as King Steve, or Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Anything that kept his life nice and neatly in place.

Then, a stupid nail bat was his lifeline. Screw normal, he couldn't trust anyone or anything anymore. Two years later, he got tortured by Russians and then, maybe he could trust someone.

Somewhere between his fall from grace and saving the world for good, he grew to trust a lot of people. Grew to have people at his house all the time, filling that god awful empty house.

He had Eddie over one night when he got a call from his cousin Mariana, she had just finished her freshman year of college in the US, so her English was getting pretty good, but she greeted him in Spanish so he can only return the favor. Steve guessed it was only a matter of time until Eddie and the others found out about him anyways.

So, he responded to Mariana. He had an entire conversation with her, back to the couch that Eddie was sat on. Last he knew Eddie was flipping through movies, but all the noises stopped. At least Steve could assume that maybe he just picked a movie, and maybe get hurt or yelled at or something after the call. He just had to get through this conversation with Mariana.

He heard the crash of tapes falling and had to end it.

"Sorry Mari, I've got to go." He said abruptly in English, and tried his hardest not to slam the phone back into the receiver.

When he turned around, he didn't expect what he saw. Sure, Eddie's jaw was basically on the floor, but he didn't seem angry, not like Steve had expected.

"You- you speak Spanish, Stevie?" Eddie had almost a shocked rasp to his voice, clutching onto the tape in his hand, the one that managed to not fall.

"Yeah, have for about 8 or 9 years now."

"You, Steve Harrington, are fluent in Spanish?"

"Esteban Eberardo Ortiz Harrington, actually. And yeah, my mom is Mexican."

"Est- Esteban???" Eddie laughed out. "Good God Stevie-"

"I know, I know, I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hide it, I just- it's hard walking around Hawkins with a Spanish accent, it's just so-" He interrupted Eddie.

"Steve, Stevie, no." It was Eddie's turn to interrupt. "I'm not mad at you sweetheart. Definitely not mad." Eddie hinted at something else.

"You're not mad? What- I-" Steve raised his eyebrow. "What's that look about then?"

Eddie had been out to Steve for a while, and vice-versa. They hadn't exactly not been flirting, so Eddie didn't feel too crazy saying this next part.

"If I'm being so honest, Stevie," Eddie stepped closer into Steve's personal space, "I wouldn't say completely platonic feelings."

"Oh, that's what does it for you, Munson? Really?" Steve teased. Back with the bravado charm.

"I dunno... want to say some more?"

And, of course, the moment he hears it again -the accent Steve's voice works itself into- he's basically frothing at the mouth. He drops the tape he was holding and swings his arms around Steve's neck, only a little awkward considering the lack of height difference.

"I guess it is, Esteban."

"You don't even know what I said!" Steve pretended to act shocked, or pissed or something, but he really didn't care.

"Tell me later," Eddie cut Steve off with a swift kiss, and maybe Steve would settle for later.

Maybe he'd have a lifetime to tell Eddie that all he said was "I really want to kiss you." He had his wish fulfilled anyway.

[deernozone]

hello everybody, I love Jorge so much, thanks for listening

[matchalovertrait]

I love when customers actually read the books and utilize the space outside :)

[nyaskitten]

I think it's really inchresting how this year, in particular, Lego has gotten extremely diverse with its characters.

Like before, you obviously did have Lego Friends with canon races and ethnicities, and it was easy to infer that Ninjago and LMK characters were all Asian bc their settings were Asian (one farrr better done than the other).

But now like, Idk the way one MC of Dragons Rising is undisputably black and the other is undisputably Asian is really cool to me. Then, you also have Lego Dreamzzz, with two black people as main characters, one of which has vitilgo. I just think it's really cool they're actually finally giving characters canon races for once!

THEN, you have physical disabilities, which also are seemingly being properly represented, like with a Lego Friends character having one arm or Sora in Ninjago having a prosthetic.

SURE Ninjago has characters with disabilities kinda, like Cyrus Borg or the Mechanic, but in those cases, both have been used as villains and are side characters, so it's great to see a MAIN character with a canon disability instead.

[soapywankenopy]

I know in my heart of hearts that Alex is latino. That kid is hispanic. I know it for sure. Like he is definitely half. I'm half and I know one when I see one.

[dynamitekansai]

[burgerlabs]

murderface can understand spanish (citation: dethvanity + s4 dvd extra about the mask) but isn't ever seen or heard speaking it. pair this up with my hispanic+latino murderface headcanon and this can only mean one thing in my interpretation:

murderface grew up being a no sabo kid

[livehorses]

Hispanic names (Both genders)

Here I leave a list of Hispanic names for people who write Coco and Encanto fanfics or any other Hispanic inspired story. I'll have reblogged each gender section separatedly because, as always, Tumblr doesn't allow me to have more than 4096 words per post. I'll start with both genders names and red will be used for less common names.

Adrián/Adriana

Alejandro/Alejandra

Alexis/Alexa

Andrés/Andrea

Camilo/Camila

Carlos/Karla

Cristian/Cristina

Daniel/Daniela

Emilio/Emilia

Eugenio/Eugenia

Esteban/Estefanía

Gabriel/Gabriela

Jorge/Georgina

José/Josefina

Juan/Juana

Julián/Juliana

Julio/Julia-Julieta

Luis/Luisa

Mariano/Mariana

Miguel/Micaela

Pablo-Paulo/Paula-Paulina

Patricio/Patricia

Renato/Renata

Valentín/Valentina

Víctor/Victoria

Agustín/Agustina

Alberto/Alberta

Alfonso/Alfonsina

Ambrosio/Ambrosia

Antonio/Antonia

Benito/Benita

Bernardo/Bernarda

Bruno/Brunilda

Ernesto/Ernestina

Félix-Feliciano/Felicia-Felicitas

Francisco/Francisca

Guillermo/Guillermina

Manuel/Manuela

Pedro/Petra

Rafaél/Rafaela

Tomás/Tomasa

Vicente/Vicentina

Ángel/Ángela

Claudio/Claudia

Eliseo/Elisa

Silvio/Silvia

Valerio/Valeria

Carmelo/Carmela

Constantino/Constantina

Cornelio/Cornelia

Fabio/Fabiola

Jacinto/Jacinta

Lilian/Liliana

Manolo/Manola

Marcelo/Marcela

Oliverio/Olivia

Pricilo/Pricila

Tulio/Tulia

Valeriano/Valeriana

Click here to see the male names and here to see the female ones.

This is so far the most of names I could remember. If I get to remember more, I'll be adding them all, of course, if Tumblr allows me to.

I have to point out that there are non-hispanic names that have become popular and that they don't have any translation in spanish. Some of them are "Brandon" "Brian" "Nelly" "Denisse" or "Leslie" Or that they actually have one but people prefer the foreign version. These ones can be "Marion" instead of "Mariana" "Karol" instead of "Carolina"

I guess you would also like to know the nicknames of each one of the names I provided you with, or maybe even last names. If you want me to dedicate some posts to that, let me know! For the moment, I hope all of these names are useful for your O.Cs and fanfics. 😉

[cadaver-moss]

Enojadita family tree 😎

Close ups or something ig

[inkskinned]

glory be to the topsoil. to the worms. to the private church of mushrooms. what makes for a better angel than the quiet promise of decomposition - that thankless, endless task. returning to the earth: this is a final prayer.

you said to me - we understand so much of history through the lens of how each society handled death. i have been thinking about the funeral industry. about embalming. how the devil is supposed to be almost-human, charming. i was raised on teflon pans. the poison in my blood came from good intentions; sprinkled over pancakes and scrambled eggs. will those particles go, too, when i go?

i keep thinking about how many cultures personify death as being gentle. as being a friend. as being kind-of-beautiful. an outstretched hand. oh, we scowl so much at carrion birds; but they make their nests by the worship of a carcass. something about that feels beautiful to me.

i am often scared. i understand why some people seek immortality, even if it's not something i desire. i spend a lot of time worrying about coffins. i spend a lot of time thinking about how if they dug me up, my bones would tell very little about my soft spots. so many of my friends say - i just want to be a tree. i want to find a quiet space and go home. the other day, we got the bill from the funeral home, and i just stood there, staring. this is death?

you said: it's learning backwards. from how a society approaches death, we might learn how they celebrate life. i worry about what that means, sometimes. about what others will think about us. divorced from our contexts, maybe alien archivists will have a fondness for our tendency to call death sleep. maybe they will write essays titled towards the light: an analysis on how some sects of humanity worshipped solely facing east.

oh, there's so much about my life that won't survive. especially these days. there's so little that lasts in-the-same-shape. oh, if the universe is kind - i want them to know that we loved moss. that we loved lichen. that even decay could be beautiful for us; the little warm space of mulch. how i will go home, one day, in the body of a bird. in a worm. in a leaf.

how when we lay a body in the ground, we say: be at peace.

oh, to go to sleep so gracefully. when i go i want to leave no mark. i want the dirt to take me. // r.i.d & a.b

[pussypopstiel]

Seeing the sharp rise of islamaphobic rhetoric and hostility towards muslims in america is really something. hope this dosent have any direct effects onto me or my family. Uh.

[kyokajirooo]

actually i find it kinda interesting how in 2020-2021 tiktok one of the most popular headcanons was sero being hispanic, becuase in 2018-2019 kirishima was the one most people headcannoned as hispanic lol at least here on tumblr