#With no traductor to check up words

[que-deberiass-leer]

I really haven’t seen any other Mexican or Latino step up and address the problem of Leo Valdez, so I guess I will, ‘cause is one of the most loved characters of the fandom and still nobody talks about how disrespectful he can be as a representation for latinos

Lets start simple, the names of his mother and aunt. Esperanza, and Rosa. Such stereotypical Mexican or Latino names that I actually groan when I read them. Of course it’s okay to put traditional names to your characters, but for me it’s kinda obvious Rick Riordan did not really investigated and those names were just the first ones that came to mind.

Another big problem of mine, Rick Riordan being a white author has no idea where to use the spanish. I would say is better used with things that are familiar to the character, words they first knew in spanish and that are even weird to them in english. Not used randomly whenever he feels the need to remind us he is Latino, or suddenly, when there’s no explanation or reason.

And that brings me to what annoys me the most. Leo’s spanish. I understand Rick Riordan does not speak spanish but what stopped him from investigating properly instead of just trusting google traductor?

I am serious. I am convinced he used google traductor. There is a part in The Dark Prophecy (The Trials of Apollo) where Leo said:

“The point is, ese, we are not leaving you alone.”

I was really confused at first, I knew it was spanish but the phrase made no sense. Until I investigated and discovered that “ese” is the direct translation of “that” when you put it in google traductor.

He didn’t looked it up, checked it with someone who spoke spanish, or even investigated further. And the fact that NO ONE in his team realized this is devastating. How many processes and revisions a book has to go trough to be published? And no one noticed. The right thing to put would have been “que”

“The point is, que, we are not leaving you alone.”

And that is when Rick Riordan tries to get creative, because most of what Leo say in spanish is just “mamacita” a million times. Which can be a very disrespectful word, and, coming from a male, I associate it with men yelling obscenities in the street.

Without mentioning all the stereotypes that Leo suffer in the entire series of Heroes of Olympus. Too many to mention.

I’m not saying he is a bad character, I think his backstory is interesting and his powers super cool, but I cannot ignore how terrible a Mexican representation he is.

Any other Latinos reading this, feel free to add anything.

[angrypixie-sarisa]

The one with the truth

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 6

Okay, so, I wanted to write another fanfic and since nobody pays attention to me on tumblr, the situation it’s just perfect, It’s a Supernatural fic. Now here’s the deal. It’s a polyamorous situation. I know, shush.

Sam x Mexican!Fem!Witch!reader x Dean  

Warnings: Throughout the fic there are gonna be lines in Spanish. Nothing to fancy for google traductor, i hope. “Suggestions” of spanish songs i love.  Swearing in both spanish and english. And the usual, mentions of blood, violence, smut and other varieties. It’s supernatural, really we don’t expect something else. Spoilers?(if you haven’t watch spn of course, or if you are just getting started with it) Also, SLOWBURN. Also, some chapters are short, some are long, depends on my mood.

Descriptionof the whole fic in general: So, remember when Sam took a break of hunting because he thought he was a danger for everyone? Season 5, i think? That’s where the fic starts. Reader and Sam met at the bar where he worked at, developed a friendship and a crush on one and the other. Then Sam has to leave because of all the shit that goes down throghout the season and the horseman and the fight between the archangels. But promises the reader that somehow, he’ll come back. Then, he goes to hell. That’s when reader meets Dean. And yeah, things aren’t as smooth with them in the begining. Reader befriends Lisa and Ben first, which raises Dean’s suspicions. He just wants to keep them save and all. After some stuff they become friends and the Sam comes back. So yeah…

Also if I ever use GIFs, they’re not mine. Credits and Love to the owner. 

“¿Debería decirle?” You asked the cards. It wasn’t like every day that someone could bring themselves to understand what you were. Nevermind accepting it. It killed you not telling him the truth, especially when you felt like you could tell him anything.

Your hands shuffled the deck, their loyal memory to it already continuing with their usual routine. Five cards, each in their right place and the question. A knot formed in your stomach.

Quiero decirle, pero tengo miedo. You took a deep breath. Stop it; don’t fear when you’re handling the cards. Another wave of clean air swam in and out your lungs. And so, you started your lecture.

You opened your door and smile at the sight of Sam standing in front of you. But something was wrong. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes like usual. Sam cleared his throat.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” You let him inside. He turned to look at you. “Okay.” You hold your breath as you took his hand and guided him to the kitchen. You had already prepared some snacks, Sam noted. As you two sat down in front of one another, he reached to grab a piece of cantaloupe.

“Sam, we’ve known each other for a while, have we not?” He nodded as he swallowed.

“Yeah, why?” You licked your lips. Sólo dile.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Okay?” He looked so innocent, maybe a little bit wary yet confident. Just like the past couple of days, you struggled to get the truth out of your mouth. The worst thing was that he knew there was something wrong. Not a problem but a bother. And as well as he knew that, he also knew you just needed time to think how to express what you wanted to tell him. You would in the end tell him, no doubt about it. He was patient, he could wait.

However, as you took in a deep breath, his cell rang. He took it out of his pocket and stared at the screen, hesitating.

“It’s okay. You can take it.” That way you could muster some courage quicker.

“Are you sure?” It had to be important if he had hesitated. For the both of you, it was clearly a polite gesture not to answer phone calls if you were in a conversation with someone, whether it had just started or it was about to finish, unless it was something important.

You nodded vigorously, closing your eyes like you always did. “Yep, absolutely. In fact, if you don’t take it, I’mma get mad.” Sam chuckled, holding his pinky finger for you to lock with yours, promising he’ll be back. If only it would apply for more than phone calls.

“Dean, am, em, hi. What’s up?”

“What’s up? What has always been up, that’s what.” Sam heard the voice of his brother through the speaker. He sounded annoyed or mad, he sounded kind of like you when annoyed or mad. Or you sounded like him? Well, something like that.

“Listen, I kept thinking and…”

“I was thinking, too.” Sam interrupted.

“You were?”

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, not at first. You had keen senses, although controllable, they always activated when needed; whether consciously or unconsciously. That’s how you knew Dean’s voice sounded surprised, cautious and relieved. It sounded like hope in Pandora’s Box; not knowing if to leave or stay.

“Yeah, I really think it was a good idea to get me, you know, out of the picture. That way, everyone’s safe, you know?” Was that a swallow you heard at the other end of the line? Oh, Sammy, sometimes you’re too naïve.

“Yeah, uh, I was just calling to…Check…On you and let you know everything’s been… Uh, going smooth. No signs of demons or Lucifer…” Well, will you look at that? It seems they’re both naïve.

“Great, um, thanks dude. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Not a bye or a goodbye. Seriously, sometimes you understood why men cried over women being difficult, only because they were as difficult if not more. But that was just you’re opinion.

As Sam hanged up, he took the opportunity to check on his voicemail; your keen hearing just starting to fade back to normal.

 He reentered the kitchen with a frown in his face.

“Hey, am, I got a call from work, they need me to start my shift early…”

“Oh, that’s fine.” He gave you an apologetic look mixed with his puppy worried eyes. His stupid eyes that made you want to grab his face in your hands and pamper it with kisses. Not right in that precise moment but in general.

Sam started towards the door, grabbing his jacket, which you never understood why he carried around. He always used two or more layers of clothes and it always confused you.

“Hey!” You reopened the door, grabbing your jacket as well, although unlike him, you only used two layers of clothes, maximum three.

You closed the door behind you, locking it, and whispering your special incantation which Sam couldn’t even hear (he was busy looking at your ass, but never mind that). It was that time were spells started to ware off and needed reinforcements.

“I’m coming with ya.”

“You sure?” Instead of your vigorous, repetitive and excited nods, you gave him a single one though with a bright smile. Even though you wouldn’t walk that long, he still placed his arm around your shoulders, making you hug guiltily his waist.

  “Sam, I’m witch. No.” You cleared your throat. “Hey, Sammy, you know how you’re a hunter and I’m a witch. Funny, right?” You groaned and hid your face in your hands. “Mira corazón, Imma just say this straight and please don’t be upset…” You looked at your reflection in the mirror, hoping it had more courage than you. You took a deep breath. “I put milk before cereal. No! That’s a lie! I only did it once because I was too hungover to care!” You gave some stumps while going around in circles until you ended in the same spot as before, looking at your flustered face. “Dear God, I need help.”

 Sam cleaned the bar, as he continuously stole looks at the ladies restroom’s shot door. It had been a while and you hadn’t come out yet. Not that he was timing you but your trips to the restroom were always quick or average. Finally, you stepped out and walked right towards the stool you were occupying before. Through all the way you kept looking around or at the floor but never at what was in front of you, because he would be there with his gorgeously stupid face.

You sat down and finally looked at him, neutral face on. He raised his eyebrows and you squinted at him, making him chuckle. He broke eye contact and started prepping a drink; first putting some ice, then tequila, some tajín, sangría, sprite, lime and salt. No way, was he…?

“Un vampiro para la señorita.” ¡Chingado, Samuel! ¿Por qué chingados me haces esto a mí? ¡Me la estás poniendo más difícil cabrón! Regardless of your thoughts, you flashed him the smile he was hoping for, a sincere one, the one that totally spoke to him, telling him you were facing a rough patch but you could do it and you just wanted him to be beside you.

Could we just go back at that Spanish, though, Sarisa? Yes, I am breaking the forth wall. Anyway, that Spanish sounded really good, like he practiced it and then he forgot about it but in the moment remembered it all and I’m MELTING. Okay, just wanted to say that, continue narrating.

You took a swig, moaning at the great familiar taste of one of your favorite drinks.

“Damn, Sammy, this is really good.” He took great pride on those words. Even when for you everything was good.

“Glad you like it.” He knelt in on his forearms, resting. He was close, but you had been closer than that yet never kissed.

“Like it? I’m fucking marrying this drink; I hope it’s legal in this country.” He laughed through his nose, scrunching it a little bit, just as you did. You spent so much time together you started to pick on somethings the other did.

You swallowed another swig. “Your Spanish was on point, by the way.”

“Really?” Now you did nod like an excited 5-year old.

“Oh yeah, ten points to Gryffindor.” Sam laughed harder at that.

“First of, you’re such a nerd. Second, I like to think myself as a Ravenclaw.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Who’s the nerd, now, huh?” He opened his mouth to debate, opened and closed, like a fish, obviously not having a good argument for that remark.

“Shut up. I spent so much time with you, it’s contagious.” Your mind immediately went on to Smells like teen spirit, singing internally the one part with that word when the song started sounding on the speakers of the place. You smiled; your foot tapping at the rhythm of the guitar. Sometimes these things happened.

Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. He wasn’t particularly fond at the music genre; only knowing the lyrics to some songs because of Dean, although now he had a whole new reason for knowing the lyrics for those types of songs. He couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiastic hands tapping as if you were the drummer.

“Sing with me, Sammy. With the lights out, it’s less dangerous…” You passed your invisible microphone to him. And he complied, but not without expressing a slight faked discomfort.

“Here we are now, entertain us.” Back.

“I feel stupid and contagious.” Forward.

“Here we are now, entertain us.” You laughed at his lack of enthusiasm.

At foreign eyes, it would seem as if you had already had too much to drink. Why people assumed you needed insanely amounts of alcohol in you to be as goofy as you were? You never knew. But you needn’t alcohol to be fun, just someone you would love to make laugh.

“That sounded terrible.”

“What do you want? I don’t like these songs.”

“Okay, fine, I give you that. Still terrible, though.” And you laughed some more, tipping your head back and then forward like your invisible microphone.

“If we were alone, I would get you for that.” His eyes glinted. He was having fun as well.

“If we were alone, I would’ve been laughing for more than one reason.” You were now facing each other, both leaning in, looking at each other’s mischievous eyes. And you could’ve kissed, but the place was starting to fill and some partying college students wanted tequila shots.

 Thanks to having quite a boss, Sam got early off his shift, due to him starting it before his actual work time.

You were now walking in your kitchen. Discussing some dinner options, however neither one of you was that hungry. So you moved the party to the couch, the couch that miraculously fitted Sam’s legs in pretty well.

“What did you want to tell me?” He asked and his questioned died in the air. You were too busy looking at his calves to actually process his words. You rolled the hem of his pants up and pulled at one of his leg hairs.

“Y/N, don’t!” You laughed and tugged at another one.

“Hey!” You repeated the action.

He sat down reaching towards your forearms and trapping them successfully in his massive hands. Then he pulled you in so you both were lying in the couch. His legs were safe and you were lying on top of him with your chest pressed against his.

He placed a lock of your hair behind your ear and rested his hand upon your cheek. Meanwhile, you cupped his face in your hands; both of your faces smiling sweetly at each other.

“What did you want to tell me?” And your smile faltered and you gulped.

Instantly, Sam’s gaze turned from adoring to a worry one.

This was it, there was no escaping it. Well, actually, there was, but you were tired of putting it off. You sat down, away from his touch and closed yourself, hugging your legs into your chest.

He sat as well, giving you space but still keeping at a length he could reach into, in case you needed a hug.

“Well, um, first of all… I know.” You whispered. Sam furrowed his brow. It had been so long since he thought about the hunting style of living; it didn’t flash his mind that it had something to do with this conversation.

“I know you are a hunter.” His mouth fell open. “I’ve known for a while, actually.” You added while he collected himself. He straightened, obviously nervous and alert; after all, there were plenty of things that knew of the existence of hunters. Although, once he had decided he wanted your friendship or even more, he had you tested, so the only thing that could explain such thing was one and only one.

“And I know because…”

“You’re a hunter.” “I’m a witch.” Sam stood up abruptly. “You’re what?”

“Please, Sam, just let me explain.”

“You’re what?!”

“Sam, listen to me! I know, you have history with these things, but don’t you think if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve already done it?”

“I…” He didn’t know. But he did know that trusting something he would normally hunt wasn’t something he would’ve planed on doing. Yet here he was.

You took in a deep breath. There was a pain in your chest. The mere thought of him thinking you wanted to harm him made your hope shatter into a million pieces. You liked him and didn’t want to lose him just for some stupid stereotype. Or the fault of the actions of others that had nothing to do with you.

“Okay, just listen to me. Sam, please sit, let’s talk.” You neared him carefully. It hurt you so much when he backed a step down. Was it a tear that ran down your cheek? Great, that’ll convince him. The witch fake cries so he falls into the trap. You scolded yourself sarcastically. You quickly wiped it away. It wasn’t the time for crying.

“Fine, I won’t touch you. But please, listen. Yes, I am a witch, however there’s a difference between me and the ones you’ve encountered before. I don’t obtain my power from demons or the devil or anyone. I obtain it from myself and I know it sounds silly, but it’s the truth. There’s so much more than the stereotypical witch. There is so much more of me than just the box that society has put me in, that hunters have put me in. Sam, I’m begging you, trust me. The girl you met at the bar, the one whom you’ve shared countless of nights laughing and storytelling and binge watching TV, that’s me. I have never been fake around you; I just hid a part of my personality until it felt right to show it.” Fucking tears, don’t roll down. Don’t you dare roll down.

You looked at Sam, waiting for a response. He let himself close his eyes for a moment and then he opened them again.

“I need some time, to think.” You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and nodded. With a blurry sight, you watched him exit your home and wondered if he’d ever come back.