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I can’t get this Buddie fanfic idea out of my head, but since I know I’m never actually gonna write it, I figured I’d just share it here. Basically, it’d be the entire Diaz family going through this big, dramatic internal struggle to accept Eddie dating a guy (Buck) and blessing their relationship—all while Eddie and Buck have no idea any of this is happening. The plot could play out during Christopher’s birthday. In my idea, Eddie goes to El Paso for Chris’s birthday and brings Buck along. Because of the way they act around each other—and the fact that Eddie’s family probably has their suspicions about him not being straight (let’s be real, Latin families are very close and have a radar for this stuff)—the Diaz family assumes they’re a couple. And from there, the whole internal and external struggle begins within the family, with Eddie and Buck completely clueless.

First off, I wanna say I’m Latina, and 100% of this idea comes from my own life experiences within my culture. Obviously, Latin culture isn’t just one thing since it covers so many countries and subcultures, but there are some things that are basically universal.

Why do I think Eddie’s family would accept Buck? Because the only other person he introduced to the family was this white American woman they obviously couldn’t stand, and, ironically, Buck checks all the boxes of the “perfect wife” in the eyes of Latin moms, grandmas, and aunts and the “perfect husband” in the eyes of Latin dads, grandpas, and uncles.

Unfortunately, in our cultural context, traditional gender roles are still really strong for older generations, and even those who are more progressive tend to put these roles onto same-sex couples because they can’t quite picture a relationship without a “man” and a “woman” role.

So, I imagine Eddie’s whole family would evaluate Buck the same way they’d evaluate a girlfriend or boyfriend.

Important qualities for a good first impression as a Latina girlfriend:

Helpful: when the family gets together, it usually involves a ton of food, and that’s the women’s responsibility (I know, I know °_°). If a girl is introduced to the family and doesn’t help in the kitchen, she’s automatically seen as lazy, and if she tries to help but can’t do the basics, she’s seen as useless.

And we know Buck can cook pretty well.

Loud and talkative: I know that for Americans, people who are loud and super expressive might come off as rude, but for us, it’s normal. So if you’ve just been introduced to the family and stay too quiet, it might make a bit of a bad impression.

Buck’s expressive enough to fit right into a Latin household.

He’s involved, kind, takes amazing care of Chris, is superstitious, smart, and attractive. All he’s missing is being Catholic and female to be the dream daughter-in-law for every Latin mom.

And from the men’s perspective, he’s perfect too.

He’s got a stable, good-paying job, he’s strong, knows about repairs and construction, and he’s got that friendly, open vibe that makes it easy to bond. Plus, he’s a firefighter with loads of heroic stories. That alone would put him on a pedestal as the dream son-in-law.

I can just picture Buck spending hours setting up tents and tables, chatting with the men about firefighter stories, and then spending hours with the women, helping in the kitchen, talking to them, and listening to their stories.

By the end of the visit, after lots of private discussions, the Diaz family would welcome Buck into the family, and he wouldn’t even realize it. Since there’s still that ingrained prejudice, it’d be more like a blessing in disguise. Buck would get home exhausted, happy, and with a recipe to cleanse bad energy from his apartment (coarse salt).

Imagine a newly human Castiel with the Winchesters (yes, I’m ignoring the Gadreel arc), and he slowly starts to feel unwell but doesn’t tell anyone because he’s still unsure about how a human body works. He feels weaker and weaker until, finally, he tells the Winchesters, deeply disturbed, that there’s something wrong with his vessel.

“It’s not a vessel anymore, Cas,” Dean gently explains. “It’s your body now.”

Sam asks him how he’s feeling and follows up with such a basic, simple question that Castiel is filled with shame: “When was the last time you ate?”

That’s when Castiel realizes he hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for almost two days. Dean jokes about low blood sugar, and Sam carefully explains how many times he has to eat every day.

I wanted to see him lying in bed at night, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling in the dark because Sam and Dean told him it was time to sleep—but he has no idea how. Human babies do this from their first day of life, so surely Castiel would be able to, right? He lays there for hours, in the same position: on his back, eyes open. It’s 4 a.m. when his body finally gives in to exhaustion. He feels useless and bone-tired the next day, angry at himself for failing at something even newborns can do.

His emotions changed too. It’s not that he didn’t have them before, but back then, his feelings were tied to big things like wars, rebellion, the loss of his brothers and sisters, and, of course, Dean Winchester (who was definitely right up there next to “stop the world from ending” on his list of important things). But now, he’s afraid to cross a damn street because a car could hit him, and his vessel doesn’t have the strength to protect him from something as trivial as getting hit by a car.

Imagine one day they need to do a spell, and it requires blood. Castiel volunteers and does it just like he’s seen the Winchester brothers do dozens of times. The cut on his palm doesn’t bother him much—after all, pain is one of the few things Castiel is still familiar with.

But now it’s been a week, and his hand still hasn’t healed. It still hurts. And that is something he’s unfamiliar with. Pain never lasted more than a few hours in Castiel’s life. Sure, he’s been tortured before, but that’s different because it’s constant new wounds.

Castiel’s been dealing the cut on his hand for seven days, and it still hurts, bothering him every time he has to hold something. He’s exhausted because he still hasn’t gotten the hang of sleep, he needs to eat every day, and he has to go to the bathroom multiple times. He smells if it’s been too long since his last shower. He’s never smelled bad in his life, and now he stinks after a day, he’s always hungry and tired, and his damn hand still hurts!

At this point, it’s like The Last Unicorn—"you trapped him in a human body, he will go mad."

Will seems to have mastered the facial expression

What the actual fuck?

I know gringos sexualize brazilian women but that was so offensive and random. Did he assumed I'm a sex worker because I'm latina? Or does he think we fuck everyone?

He didn't knew my age, how i look or anything but the moment he realized I'm a brazilian woman he assumed i would want to have sex with him