#amorsito

[ratatatastic]

"can i say it in spanish?" "well spanish AND englis-" "LETSGO FINLAND🇫🇮🇫🇮🇫🇮" "somos campeones" "yeah somos campeones would you both- have a great time guys out there congratulations" "gracias gracias" "v...vamos gatos" "vamos gatos" "vamos gatos gracias" "vamos gatos"

WHAT IN THE CHAOS IS GOING ON HERE

Panthers Championship Parade | 6.30.24 (x)

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Brilla como el sol

God she’s- she’s just a real dumbass ain’t she

[thexwayward]

𝕚 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕚'𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕗𝕠'𝕤 𝕚'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣       𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪                       𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪

                               ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴  

full name:  ismael antonio guzman

nicknames: smiley

age:  34

date of birth:  dec. 13th

zodiac: sagittarius

gender:  male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: unspecified

fc: peter gadiot

physical

hair color: dark brown

eye color: brown

height: 6′1″

weight: 180 lbs

personality

morality: chaotic neutral

positive traits: charming, inquisitive, intelligent, attentive, strong-willed

negative traits: restless, irritable, moody, short-tempered

occupation: leader of los valientes cartel

skills: adaptable, strong-willed, self sufficient, patient, various weapons training

family

parents: ignacio and mariela guzman

siblings: n/a or tbd

backstory and details - ＴＲＩＧＧＥＲ     ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧ :               cartel violence, drug trafficking, deportation

                                    ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴    

america was supposed to be the land of opportunity, but when ignacio and mariela guzman ventured across the rio grande river, they found the opposite. opportunities were limited for migrant families, every great possibility proved rumor as they settled in the rio grande valley. it was too expensive to go further upstate, to move anywhere beyond the southernmost tip of texas. still, it was reminiscent of home: a little mexico that was safer than where they had been in monterrey, but with little assistance afforded a newlywed couple, there wasn’t much they could do. the answer fell in ignacio’s lap the night he agreed to drive a friend from city to city. at first, he didn’t know why, nor did he ask. each trip came with the promise of gas money and small compensation in bills that were put toward rent and utilities- anything was better than nothing. the work continued and with each job came a steady raise each time his silence was bought.

years passed and the poverty-stricken couple found themselves well taken care of for all of their silence. from scraping the bottom of the barrel in a single bedroom housing unit to living well in a big house nestled in a gated community in one of the more well off cities in the rio grande valley, ignacio and mariela finally welcomed their first born son, ismael, the first u.s. born citizen in the guzman family.

growing up in the deepest region of south texas meant something different than it did in other parts of the country. the rules were different for kids like him, of which there were many, standing in the middle of two cultures. being mexican-american meant being twice as knowledgeable as anyone else. He had to know about john wayne and pedro infante, about football and futbol, about frank sinatra and agustín lara, about texas barbeque and carne asada, about oprah and cristina, about having perfect english and perfect spanish. there was pressure to be more mexican than the citizens in mexico and more american than the americans, on his home turf that would tear him apart for being anything less than they were. placed in special bilingual classes at his earliest convenience, ismael divided his studies in english and spanish from a young age: this was america, and he had to adapt in ways his parents couldn’t- and unfortunately for him, there were some people in the region would make his life harder if he didn’t.

built up to be the golden boy of the family, ismael was destined to have everything they never did and be reminded of it every day he came home with a backpack sagging with extra work. he spoke spanish at home, but english at school, and family cookouts every weekend meant spending time with tios and tias he wasn’t related to by blood, but rather acquaintance. he didn’t understand it, but he didn’t much care.

growing up, as difficult as it began, was fun. smiley had an incredible childhood, filled with days of riding bikes down his street with neighbors, playing baseball for a little league team, chasing down a ceaseless parade of cousins all across his back yard, picking pecans and oranges from the shade trees and groves that lined the side wall of his house.

the record scratch sounded the night of a family quinceanera. far out in a ranch near the border, the family was all gathered to celebrate a cousin’s birthday when the raid started. police and swat swarmed the home and pavilion where the party was being held. most of it was a blur, a confusing scene of chaos, screaming and fighting where gunshots and the electric crack of tasers echoed off every corner. at long last, he was ushered into a room and detained, forced to sit and wait for hours until armored trucks and vans pulled up on the scene.

the answers wouldn’t come for another few days, and even as a thirteen year old, he knew they weren’t the ones he wanted to hear. his father had been working closely with a cartel known as los valientes for as long as he had been in america, long enough to become one of the higher ups with a name that forced fear into the hearts of anyone that heard it, and while his mother claimed she didn’t know anything, she was still punished. ignacio was arrested, convicted, and sent to federal prison on a life sentence. mariela was detained and deported. ismael was alone.

rather than get sent into foster care, he was welcomed into the home of a friend of his mother’s, further down the valley in laguna vista, texas. while there wasn’t much of a culture shock between cities, his world was rocked. as good as an orphan, settled in a foreign home in a new school district and school, hours away from the comforts he knew in sharyland, he was lost.

eventually, his mother made her way back over the border, much in the same economic situation as she had been the first time, but ismael’s trust in her was gone. he wanted to get out, as far away from another heartbreak as he could get. in his mind, the only foreseeable way to do so, was doing it himself. finally settled just a little ways away from laguna vista, in port isabel, texas’ own sandpiper trailer park, ismael put himself to work and his plan into action.

he forced himself to excel in school, to keep his grades as high as he could and his nose to the grindstone. he didn’t get along with many people, mostly of his own volition, there was no time to distract himself with friends when he had so little time to do so much to help his own future. every summer, he found himself working just across the causeway in south padre island, acting as a deck hand for a company that offered deep sea and bay fishing and dolphin watch tours. it felt as if he found his niche there, working under the sun with salt water against his skin. he was happy on those boats, content to smile at tourists and chat with locals. he was good.

when it came time for graduation and he was offered a scholarship to UT austin. while he would miss the comforts of the valley and the soft sanded beaches in the gulf of mexico, he knew his destiny belonged far away from all of the ugliness he’d seen near the border.

adulthood:

after graduating from UT Austin with a masters degree in marine biology, ismael made his way back to the RGV. it seemed his niche, living in the expanse of flat, boring land, and while he was happy, he feared himself regressing to the mean. he returned to work for captain murphy’s boat tours. it offered him a little bit more room to flexi his academic muscles while still managing the life he’d missed so sincerely. it was a comfortable mid-point to where he wanted to go, and while there isn’t much fulfillment, there is contentment.

one night while on a boat he took out into the bay, he drifted close to boca chica beach. the grisly sight that followed shocked the then 25 year old. members of what he believed to be members of a cartel were throwing dismembered body parts into a secluded area of the bay. smiley knew well enough that the local underwater wildlife would do a good job of eating away a good majority of the evidence, and as such he decided to mind his own business. turning his boat away from the sight and back toward the sea ranch marina where he remained docked.

to no one’s surprise, it didn’t take the members of the cartel long to find and locate smiley. the only thing that offered a bit of solace was the knowledge that they were members of los valientes. dragged into matamoros and set in a warehouse to wait, smiley bided his time. ground workers like those that disposed of corpses weren’t in charge of deciding an outsider’s fate. within the hour, a man all too familiar stepped through the doors and stood before ismael. clad in a black pressed button down, boot cut jeans, snake skin cowboy boots, and a belt buckle settled with the mark of los valientes, all shrouded in the shadow left behind by a black stetson hat. one look at the man confirmed smiley’s suspicion: his long lost tio ruben, leader of los valientes, stood before him with thumbs hooked into belt loops.

tio ruben, pleased to see smiley welcomed him into a comfortable hug. the leader was well aware that ismael knew better than to spill trade secrets. the clarity gained the night of the quinceanera raid left little to be desired.

while smiley was still disgusted by the prospect of being around the same people that ruined his life, he wasn’t naive enough to pretend that he could push away the offer his tio had made: join us, mijo. we’re a lot nicer than todo esos pinches gringitos that took your life away.

smiley was still bitter, still burned. never stupid. he stepped into the ranks, taking the vacancy his father had left all those years ago. his learning curve was quick, but not quicker than ismael was. he took on his roles in quiet and contemplation, still working his day job on south padre island to draw no suspicion.

ismael has not spoken to his mother since he left. she’ll send letters, even the odd present at christmas, but he doesn’t want to speak to her. while he understands that she didn’t lie, she still never told him the truth. she never warned him about what could have happened, and for that, he holds onto his anger.

though he prefers to spend his time off work alone, ismael doesn’t have much issue making friends as he does keeping them. it’s safer to keep people at arms length. there aren’t many people in his life he finds himself considerably close to, and he tries to keep it that way. his sense of security, once shattered and painstakingly rebuilt, is a tough obstacle to climb.

after nine years between the cartel and a working, regular life, smiley was forced to vacate the job he really loved and attend the one his family had left in their wake. after natural causes claimed the life of his tio ruben, smiley took on the mantle as leader. his education put him in the perfect position, his disposition kept him one of the mysterious elite.

he would much rather hear about someone else than ever talk about himself, and while it may appear somewhat selfless of him to lend an ear, he knows its for his own selfish reasons.

wanted connections:

ismael has issues with keeping friends, but it could be cool to have one or two he met in college and really hit it off with. people that can handle him being a moody pain in the ass, essentially. cartel members, other gang alliances, etc

drinking buddies/social acquaintances. they’re kind of friends, but also they know next to nothing about one another save for surface level details.

POTENTIAL SIBLINGS. i didn’t mention any in his bio, but there could totally have been a younger sibling or two that had to experience all of that with him.

verses:

main!verse (mafia/cartel)

civvie!verse (in which he’s just a normal fisherman)

creature!verse (werewolf)

[ultimasonata]

Staticmoth

I would love to hear Valentino speak in spanish and dedicate terms like "amorsito" to Vox ♡

[witch-oftheflowers]

Lil Johnny

AN:Baby two! Enjoy this story of a growing family! It'll be a long one but please enjoy!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Ximena Riley

(Canon x OC!)

MasterList

The cottage was quiet. Soft breathing echo within its walls, soft kicking of feet in their beds as they adjusted. The sheets moving around as the people stirred.

Eight years had pass since Anna was born.

Eight years together in a loving relationship, with its ups and downs. Been married for six.

It's been a year since Ximena fully returned home. Two years overseas and away from her own family. But she did good, she did fantastic on her mission even. Just coming home to the blonde pair she loved

This moring was like many others they've been enjoying.

Ximena woke up first, around sun rise. Her hair has grown a lot since she returned. No longer the shoulder length she was forced to have. It was mid back, her curls returned as she didn't have to touch the poor thing. It suffered to much heat damage in the two years gone-

Her feet touched the floor as she shuffle to the restroom. She brushed her hair and styled it up into a poofy ponytail. Her bangs brushed against her cheeks as she was calm. She was home.

She moisturized her face with her creams, making sure she's been taking care of herself lately. Physically and mentally, she's been taking care of her aging skin.

Unbeknownst to her, Simon was waking up. His brown eyes scanning around as he remembered he was in his bed. In his home, and his wife-

"Ximena?" He called out as he sat up from his spot. He's been having a small fear his wife wouldn't be home. She would vanish again and his brain softly ran with thoughts-

"Si amor?" She called out as she was brushing her teeth. Her brown eyes flickered with love as she noticed his face painted with worry.

"Hey I'm right here..." She said as she walked over. She quickly sat on his as she grabbed his hands. Keeping the brush in her mouth as she ran her hands together over his. Softly tracing circles on his palm and up his forearm. He felt a shiver up his spine as he bent down and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I know you're here...But got a funny feeling you'll vanish again love.." he spoke as his eyes met hers. Hers widen a bit as she felt so bad for him.

"Simon I'm so sorry... Mi amorsito. Mi sol!"(My love. My sun!)she coe the words a bit as she held his face closer to hers. He stared at her a bit as he savor her warmth against his. Softly his breathing and mind rolled to a stop, his worrying was put to rest for now.

"No no you're alright love..it's just a bit crazy. I have been wondering one thin'" he said as he looked her over. His large hands cupped her cheeks as he ran his thumps over her squishy cheeks. She pucker her lips as they shared a silly kiss.

Her giggles filled the room quietly as she smiled. Simon joined her a bit as they savor the morning light together. Way before Anna had to get up for school-

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As the day went on, Anna finally was off to school. Grabbing her bike helmet as Simon grabbed his own.

"Mama! I'ma take her on the bike" he shouted out as he pulled on his warm leather jacket. Anna was thrilled, as her frilly skirt moved as she let a soft squeal out

"Papas bike! Papas bike!" She said cheer a bit.

Ximena blinked in the kitchen as she enter their living and saw the pair in the hallway by the door. A smile to her lips as she enjoyed the sight.

"Alright you drive safe ok? Anna hold onto papa tight too." She waved them off as she enjoyed their bonding moments,even if it was on a motorcycle.

As the morning ran on and their day. Doing mundane task, fixing up the house a bit. Cleaning around and doing their laundry. Even got to go outside with their pup, Luna which was Ximena's military dog she got tasked with. Well the pup was two now but she'll always be a puppy in their head!

In the garden the two with the pup running around. Ximena was picking fresh vegetables as she needed some for dinner.

"Simon" she called to him as he was watering half the garden beds.

"Hm?" He hum out as he noticed her staring at him. He blinked a bit as he spoke up

"What's wrong?"

"Can we have another child?" She asked bluntly. He stared at her as the hose continued to spray.The wind ran through his short blonde locks. He blinked a few times as he processed his wife's request.

"Are you sure bout tha'? Do you think we need anothe'?" He returned to spraying as he stopped a bit after. He was confused a bit as he heard her steps coming over. Swiftly she made him face her as she spoke up.

"I've been thinking... That maybe we should expand our family. Anna had asked about a possible sibling even..." She said as she softly shift on her feet. Looking down as her curls swayed against her back a bit. Her eyes shook a tad as she anxiously waited for his response.

"Love..." He started as he ponder the idea. Another child would be fun, he adored his wife a lot when she was pregnant with Anna, he didn't mind the sleepless night, he enjoyed seeing her with babies like his wife's nephews and nieces too. God she looked so pretty with a baby- Blood hell.

"Alright that does sound like a great idea... We're more stable. We have a large house too... I think you made it big because you wanted more im guessing.." he teased her as he began to spray the next garden beds. He even playfully sprayed her lightly as she let a laugh out.

"Aye Simon!" She giggled as she swat his arm lightly. He smiled down to her as he brought her in for a tight embrace. Giving her a peck to her head as he smiled

"Alright we'll try..." He whispered to her lovingly.

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A few months would pass since they had that conversation. And many, many, many nights of being together.

Ximena waited in the medbay on base. One of the nurses she knew helped her do a quick test, since she wasn't feeling the best during her usual training.

Her hair was in a tight bun, she sat on the cot. Her legs pressed tight together, she was a bit nervous. But at least her husband was on base this time.

The cheery nurse came back as she rolled over towards her in her small stool.

"Ximi, Ximi, I got your results." Bethany said, the sweet nurse coed the words.

Her hands placed the paper on Ximena's, turning it over as she began to read the results.

Positive Pregnancy

Her eyes shined a bit as she had a permanent grin to her face

"You're kidding?" She softly said as the ginger nurse nods her head.

"I'm happy for you Xi... Now go find that hunk of a man." She swat her knee, as Ximena let a soft laugh out. Pulling the nurse in for a tight hug as she smiled at her.

"Thank you Thank You-"

After she pulled away, Ximena was left to her search.

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As she speed walked around, her brown orbs scanning around as she didn't find him. His usual spots were a dud, the rookies nor the task force had seen him. She even asked Price if he's seen the giant of the man.

How can not one soul seen him?

She eventually made her way towards the offices. As she passed hers, she noticed it was open. Glancing in she noticed the said man she's been looking for.

Ghost was putting a small vase on her desk. It was litter with carnations, hints of greenery, along with a few roses. The colors were soft pink with soft lavender.

He stepped back as he was gonna leave. But his brown eyes softly widen at seeing her coming in.

"I thought you would be there for a while more..." His gravely voice calmly said.

She shook her head, her bangs swaying around as she walked to her desk. She lifted the vase as she smiled to the small thing.

"It's so pretty... And no. I just got tested is all." She stated as she gave his mask covered face a kiss.

"Tested?"

"I'm positive..." She said as she met his gaze. Softly he pressed his large hand against her cheek.

"You're kiddin' love?" His voice was a lot softer, trying to deam it a possible joke?

"Why would I?" She had a soft sweet smile. Her lips curled up in joy as she melted into his large palm.

Ghost looked to the door shut. Pondering for a second, he softly pressed a kiss to her forehead. Pulling her in for a tight embrace as he felt a small weight off his shoulders.

"That's... So exciting news love.. mi sol.." (my sun) he spoke softly as he pulled back. Gazing into her brown eyes with love.

"Good, because we have a lot of excitement to come then."

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When it came to the baby name.

It was kinda easy. They wanted Joseph in the name. Somewhere.

Then Simon had a small question he wanted to ask his wife.

"Can I suggest a name love?" He turned to his wife. Seeing her with a round belly, washing dishes as they had dinner in the oven. Her curls were tucked behind her ear as she listened to him. "Hm?"

"What if it's a boy.. I was thinking Johnny?" He asked her. Looking back to his wife as she stopped her task.

Her brown eyes glanced back to him as she was thinking. Pondering the requests, she put the plate down in the drying rack.

"Hmmm.. Johnny Joseph Riley?" She asked him as she glanced to him. Her brown eyes scanning his reaction

Simon stopped stirring the pot, looking to the stew they were making. His eyes shook as he smiled.

"Yeah that works.. I actually.. asked Soap if he was ok with me using the name..."

His wife nodded her head as she went back to cleaning. Her mind filled as she began to think.

"Simon we don't even know it'll be a boy..." She teased him lightly, finishing up the last dish. She dried her hands off as she walked besides him. Peering into the pot as she enjoyed the meaty smell of the stew.

"Smells delicious...." She mumbled, stealing a bite for taste.

He swat her away, softly tapping her arse.

"No no no... You'll try to eat this pot on your own."

"Is that a bad thing??"

They both burst into light laughs. Enjoying the others company so much.

"Well I just think we'll hav' a boy ok?"

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The day the little bundle was born.

Was hectic.

Ghost was on a mission with Task Force 141. Ximena was in the hospital by herself. Anna was with her grandma.

The moment that helo landed on the tarmac, a storm of ginger passed the men waiting.

Bethany was shouting for Ghost.

"Ghost! GHOST! SHE'S IN LABOR!"

Once he heard those words, he panicked. She was in labor and alone. Once Soap heard those words they sprung into action.

"Lt let's go! I'll give ye a lift!"

The pair rushed by, even Ghost thanked the nurse, as they got to his truck.

Hopping in they awaken the truck and drove off. Ghost was peeling his gear off. Didn't wanna scare civi's with his look.

Soap was turning and speeding, with reason. Thank God! Ghost had his own hospital bag, quickly changing into more acceptable clothing.

As they swung into a parking spot. Simon rushed out, "Thank' Johnny!" He yelled out as he got to the front desk.

"I'm looki' for me wife. Ximena Riley-" Simon breathlessly spoke as the receptionist started to look.

"That's fine... Mmmmm this is her room. Let the nurses in Labor and Delivery know you're her husband dearie ok? They'll let you through."

With that he was off. Rushing into the elevators as he was carried up the lift.

As he did as he was told and let in. Being lead to the room.

And once inside, he saw her holding a little bundle. Her soft voice rang in the room as she was on the bed. Her curls were in buns, pulled back. He noticed her nose scrunched up a long with that scar she's had forever now.

Walking over he didn't wanna startle her. But he admired her, seeing the love in her eyes.

And once he saw the little boy in her hands. A boy...

He had a tussle of brown curls. His mother's deep olive tan skin. And he had those chubby cheeks Simon loves from babies.

"There he is..." Simon finally said. Ximena glancing to him as she radiated a soft smile

"Our little Johnny is here..." Her voice was like heaven. Even if Simon was worn out from his mission..just the sight he got to see. It healed his tired soul so quickly

"Yeah Mama... Our lil Johnny..."

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An: OH GOD. this took forever but I'm actually happy with how this came out. Thank you so much to those that have enjoyed and followed along so far! Also thank you for being patient with me too! I'll keep you all posted on the last one of the baby series! Can't wait for the twins eeee. Love you all and thank you!!💕✨

[yourneondemon]

Mini-Cómic #001 - 🍷El Club de los Cornudos Pt. 1🧉

¡Finalmente terminado! ¡Unos hermosos paneles hechos con mucho amorsito y con la ayuda de @eldelascosquillas-blog 🍷 junto a su icónico y temido —no por algunos de ustedes, no se hagan las ratas y confiesen— personaje, El monstruo de las cosquillas! Charlie —un vampiro tímido y reservado— se animó a saludarlo al notar que tenían varias cosas en común. ¿sale esa cata de vinos?

PD1: Démosle cristiana sepultura a mis dos microfibras N°10 y N°08, murieron como héroes y dieron sus últimas gotas de tinta para finalizar este trabajo. Un minuto de silencio.

PD2: Son tan chuuuuuuuuu! <3

[dazs-gk]

Dibujo de mi amorsito x su cumples

[usaigi]

Headcanon list for MCU Diatrice

I think it would be cute if mk system and Layla had their own Diatrice(Diya) like in the comics

Her name is Diyaa Bellatrix Spector

Layla picked "Diyaa" since it means light, star, brilliant

UPDATE: Google lied to me, Diyaa in Arabic is usually a male's name. However, Google says Diya in Hindi and Tamil is a girls name that also means light and lamp Diya is named after Layla's best friend from college who was Indian

Layla's family initially opposed it because "it's a boys name" but Layla wanted to honor her friend and likes the idea of a girl with a traditional "masculine" name

Bonus meaning, sounds like the word "Day" (Dia) in Spanish, opposite of Layla (night)

Marc picked Bellatrix, like the star "not like the Harry Potter character."

When Steven finally met her, he proposes "Diatrice" as a nickname, a combination of her two names Marc: "Diatrice isn't a real name you can't call her that" Steven: "Diatrice sounds like Beatrice and that's a real name. She's likes it and she's my daughter too, I can call her Diatrice if I want."

Jake has a variety of Spanish nicknames for her: "mi luz, mi reina, mi amorsito, etc."

Her hair is the same as Layla so it was a learning curve for the guys.

Steven is the best at it, he's gentle and massages her head and likes to add cute little bows and accessories

Her favorite way is to wear it in two little buns because they look like bear ears

Jake just puts cat hears and little tiaras on her, depending on the vibe

Marc tries but he's so bad at doing different hairstyles. There are always flyaways

Diya really wanted pink hair. Cried to Layla about it so much

There's no way in hell Layla is bleaching her baby's hair. But she can't resist her puppy hears so she compromises and gets her some pink clip-in extensions

Trying to raise her trilingual (one parent one language). Most fluent in Arabic and English but understands a lot of Spanish

Once Jake starts to front around the house more, she gets more exposure and starts to pick up better

likes Katy Perry and Olivia Rodrigo. Sings it at the top of her lungs when they're driving

On weekend mornings, likes to sneak into her parent's bed for cuddles

Marc loves this, especially after nightmares/bad sleep

Steven always reads her a bedtime story (He does the best voices)

one time (several times) she bit a kid at the playground

Steven had to scold her for that but Jake snapped at the other parents for yelling at his daughter

Diya mirrors a lot of Layla's behaviors/habits, mainly constantly reminding her dad of different things. "Papi, did you remember to beep beep? (lock the car)" "Papi, did you remember to feed the kitty?"

Just like both of her parents, she's very stubborn and bossy. Marc, Jake and Layla have to resort to bribing her with mini marshmallows.

Steven doesn't like this, worried they're giving her too much sugar. Although he's not above bribery, he just uses berries instead

Doesn't really know/understand her dad's DID. She just knows that some bad stuff happened to dad growing up and it's still scary for him sometimes

But no matter who's fronting, it's still her dad and he'll protect her so it's ok

[ann3xia]

Una pregunta de ese tipo de lo uno o lo otro.

¿Que preferirías?

* Pasar un día con Enriquito.

* Una bandeja de las mejores croquetas del mundo siempre que quisieras.

Hola amorsito, por decirte algo bonico después de ponerme en semejante aprieto.

Comerme las croquetas encima de la tabla de Henry, te vale? Jajaja

Pos sintiendo mucho y muy en el fondo, es cosa dificile pero sin duda escogería a mi:

Y por si quedaba alguna duda :

En esa tableta tendía que estar yo con mis croquetas y disfrutando del día con Enrique.. Pero no se puede tener todo!! 😑. También puedo comerme otras cosas estando con él

(las cabezas están pa algo más que pa darse golpes, mochacho 👌🤭).

No te voy a dar las gracias, bueno.. Sí! por alegrarme el momento poniendo gifs de mi jamoncito❤️🥰

Un beso Mai weapon!

[strod04]

Con ganas de tener un amorsito,miss that lovey dovey shit pero luego pienso y que No.

[ratatatastic]

[miki-black]

Chibi Xiao mi amorsito lindo <3

[elberga]

QFit bien mariguano y con su amorsito QPac- el verdadero hastag couple goals

[sunnyssnazzystripes]

A drawing of Chepito para mi amorsito, @shroomyboy7 ❤️❤️ (es un lobo con piel de cordero, that’s what I think at least XD)

[baynetta]

omg wait your theme is so stunning? i love it sm !

anna mi amorsito!!! thank you soso much and PLEASEE YOUR THEMES ARE LIKE SRSLY SO PRETTY AGHH!! 🫶🏽

[pedrospatch]

Just dropping in to give you some love, corazón💜 Please take care of yourself and know that I’m here for you if/when you need me. I really do appreciate and adore the hell out of you, Vee and I hope you know that💜🤍

Gracias amorsito 🤍🫶🏼 I appreciate you so so much for the love and kindness, I’m sure I’ll feel better once I sort myself out. Thank you so very much for dropping into my inbox I love you 🥺