#but he’s also a chilango

[haisuken]

you guys don’t understand, I’m so in love with Iñaki Godoy

[futurecorps3]

I saw your Hobie x latina going going to the club para perrear and I loved it😭🤞🏼😩

BUT

Imagine Hobie going to a cantina with a mexican reader and just drink and hear corridos tristes (el video del vato que dice "porque que te quiero" y le meten el micrófono a la boca😭💀) or rather going to a cantina goes to her house and her family is making carne asada and drinking beer and there's literally a band in the party (soy norteña perdoname😭) and he is like "this food is bussing bussing" because he is British and their food is just "no good💖". At first he is nervous like he doesn't know what to do and at the end he is somehow riding a horse or he is playing with the band, he just loves it, the vibe and the food

(Love how you write 😭💖)

Hobie Brown meeting latina!reader's family <3

Masterlist <3

Ay hermana, soy chilanga we don't have horses up in this bitch😭 I tried to make it more general like Bee meeting your tías and primos but def adding the whole carne asada deal. (For my non-mexican readers, we call people from the city "chilangos" and northern people "norteños" and while we're from the same country, our experiences can be very different!). Also, tysm my dear, hope u like<3

-First off

-Giggling and kicking my feet 🤭

-Bro was persistent in meeting your family, and while you weren't exactly reluctant, you did have to warn him

-"Why not!? I want to meet your uncle Luis or- or Saúl!" He exclaims, recalling the stories you've told about your family members. "I'm not saying no, mi amor. I-It's just-" "What?" He grins, knowing you don't really have a solid argument. He kisses your pout and walks over to your room to get ready as you sigh, defeated by your pretty once more.

-Of course you wanted Bee to meet your family! But we all know how it can get at those big family gathering.

-One thing was meeting your parents, (which went by spectacularly, by the way) but him hanging out with your older tíos and younger primos was a whole other deal

-They aren't bad people, you love them dearly. It was the soft (hard and relentless) teasing (borderline bullying) you were worried about.

-It was easy to understand their humor when you grew up with heavy jokes, but Hobie would be new to all this. Plus, he was the first official boyfriend you'd introduce to the family! They were protective and honestly not afraid to show it.

-"Buenas tardes, Hobie Brown. Mucho gusto" you say slowly as you're both on the way to your tío's house, he repeats after you with a horrible accent. "Roll your r's!" You giggle, looking at him intently while softly showing him how to pronounce.

-He's really trying for you bestie </3

-Yeah he went blank after your aunt opened the door and dismissed his polite handshake with a bone-crushing hug.

-"Ay mija! He's so tall, I can barely hug him right. Pásenle, pásenle, Luis is in the garden with the kids. Welcome Hobie!"

-Bee just smiles and it widens when a horde of kids comes running down the hall and bolt towards you, saying hello to their favorite aunt and the strange bato she brought along.

-"Tía Y/N/N who is this?" Luisa (the youngest) asks, eyeing Hobie up and down with the sass of an old lady, making him suppress a laugh "Es tu novio?" now questions one of the boys, looking up at him amazed. "Hello brats" he smirks, high-fiving each and every one of your nieces and nephews excitedly.

-"You didn't tell me you were a tía already..." "Some of them will be by the age of sixteen, so I'm no rare event."

-Hobie is hard to lose on a crowd; all spikes, leather, chunky boots, and piercings

-Your nephews are thrilled.

-Asking all around about what his pins mean, if he finds it hard to walk with those boots, if he's not too hot with his jacket... you know, the type of questions kids ask.

-You laugh at him, trying to answer one question at a time patiently, and walk over to the table outside where your tíos, tías, primos, primas, cuñadas and some sobrinos were.

-"Y el novio mija?" Asks one of your tíos, already in a deffensive tone "He's inside con los niños, tío. Ahorita viene" you smile and promptly, Hobie walks through the door after the kids.

-The smokey scent of the carne asada filled his nostrils as soon as he walked outside, widening his eyes at how good it smelled. You walk over to him, grabbing his arm and smiling widely at your family

-"Les presento a Hobie, mi novio" you beam and your tíos can tell he truly makes you happy. "Yo no te di permiso, Y/N" one of them jokes, making everyone laugh and Bee follows after you translate for him.

-And he didn't like it but he really cared about their opinions

-He didn't give a single fuck of what other people had to say, but this was your family!!! He knew he was close and for the first time, strived for perfection

-The next few minutes were him trying really hard to memorize all the names, having a hard time pronouncing your aunt Rocio and Rosa's names.

-Everyone laughed at his attempts

-You sit between everyone at the large table, one of your tíos approaching you as you're too busy catching up with one of your cousins. Bee squeezes your hand to catch your attention, but you don't turn back to look at him, instead just squeeze back.

-He nervously places his hand out, and contrary to before, your uncle welcomes it. "Buenas tardes, Hobie" (oubi😭con acento mexa) "Buenas tardes, señor". God, did he rehearse that on the way...

-Your uncle seemed to appreciate him at least trying to talk to him in your mother tongue. He gave him kind of a smile and asked "Wanna help me with the asador over there?"

-Oh this was a test

-"Sure thing" he nods confidently even though he's shitting himself at the moment

-When he saw the carne asada let me tell you

-His mouth watered, heart eyes all over and he swore he was about to do that floating thing he's seen spider pig do

-Your tío taught him how to turn the steaks at the right time, after some aceite jumped and burnt him a bit :( your uncle could tell he was trying hard so he took it easy on him

-Personally? You fell in love all over again when he contained his tears the best he could at the smell and spice of the chiles floating so close to his nose <3

-You slapped his ass playfully when serving the food and he just smirked as your uncle side eyed you HARD

-“Bloody hell this shit is fucking amazing babe!” He almost moans when he bites into the taco of asada you made for him

-Your family might or might not know english but they know how bad words sound lmao

-They couldn’t blame him tho, not after he proved to love asada as much as them with the eight tacos he ate ☹️💕

-Him playing with the babies of your family bro :(

-He's so good with kids too

-I'm talking playing with them, having full conversations no matter how silly they got, following their train of thought and even making sure they weren't up to some stupid shit

-Girl, if you don't rail him stupid after that-

-He got along with your older cousins too!!! After all, they shared a similar taste in music and films so there was plenty to talk about

-Your tías chismeando with you about how handsome he is

-Let’s wrap it up, I got carried away and this is too damn long 😭

-He’s talking to one of your tías when the banda arrived at around 9 p.m

-My man is so confused please help him

-His spidey sense went off before the whole fucking commotion started lmao

-When he realized it was a live group playing and singing traditional music he lost his shit

-Asked you all about it!!! “What is that piano thing!?”, “What is he singing about?”, “Can I learn how to play that?”<3

-Eventually (and with no alcohol needed since he refused to risk doing some stupid shit with your family) he ended up dancing with your tía, her patiently teaching him how to move

-He had a hard time with his big ass boots but somehow managed!!

-Hobie was so happy when you went home ☹️ almost asking when you could come back and if you could cook some carne asada the same way your uncle (his best friend, he called him) did

-“Yo te amo mi amor” He smiled big, kissing you softly before falling asleep “Thanks for letting me meet your family… meant a whole lot y’know?” “‘Course corazón, seeing you there with everyone filled my heart with a joy I have rarely experienced”

-And with that you fell asleep, Hobie dreamt of asada and banda<3

[huenation]

random txt baile thoughts as a mexican (almost no sabo lol)

taehyun would be so good at bachata, you wouldn’t even have to devote time to teaching him, he learns right on the spot and leads you through it, so confident and steady

yeonjun would be so good at cumbias chilangos and would be so extra with it, stopping to smirk at you but one wrong move and he’d almost trip up but he loves it

beomgyu would be set on learning it and he does but for the most part, he sticks to huapango and enjoys having your body so close, smiling his little :> over your shoulder

huening kai and soobin would probably be blushy messes and would settle for huapangos or even norteños también pero como más calmados jaja, blushing and hiding in your face or neck, letting you somehow lead their tall bodies with your legs side by side

dances are just so intimate and upbeat and fast paced and just again super intimate even i get embarrassed ☝️🤓 also i don’t have a lot of knowledge about this so take it or leave it :D

[hausofmamadas]

| Chasing ghosts and choices |

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Pairing: David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix x Claudio Vásquez

For @narcosfandomdiscord NarcOctober Fanworks collection - Day 13

Prompt: Day of Life - create a fanwork in which a character avoids their canonical death.

Word count: ≈ 1.7K

TWs: Canon-consistent violence, angst in only the way my boi does I mean just look at that face in the first gif, he’s so not a happy camperksjeb

They’d known each other too long, loved each other too much, and hurt each other too intimately and too many times to pretend they were better than exactly who they were. Okay on my life, I did not mean to do the same exact setup as @drabbles-mc fic for today. I just like am super back in my Barrón feels in a BIG fuckin way rn thanks to Bobby Soto ruining my life in A Million Miles Away skdjflsk but like weirdly and accidentally, this could be kind of a sequel to Adamant skjsldkj imsorryforeverything anyway enjoy Barrón lowkey kicking himself for saving Claudio and also being like, "aight, fine. It was the right call" bc he would never do his lady love so dirty as to purposely let her new husband die SKSKS

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At the sliding glass doors of the Arellanos’ place, Barrón stood, watching the predawn fog diffuse over houses on the streets below, making itself at home in the cracks of alleyways, like the city of Tijuana was an abandoned crypt, the casitas, its tombstones, and struggled to remember the last time he’d saved someone.

Being a sicario, he didn’t have much occasion to save people. Or at least, not without tipping the scales in death’s favor in the process. And yet, reminded in a flash of memory—some fake cop’s hat flying in the air when one of his bullets sinks in the guy’s forehead and drops him almost comically like his body’d turned to lead—in this case, he’d delivered plenty to death’s door. He was nothing if not a professional, right.

Maybe it was who he’d saved that made this feel more significant than past jobs. Less delivering to death’s door, more delivering life, delivering a future with one she loved, back to her. That felt as big. Bigger even. Particularly when it ensured his own future would be the same as it ever was. Chasing ghosts and loving in silence. Playing not the fool, but a tool. A weapon. Incredibly useful if only for a precious few tasks. And in the end, who could really blame them when he was so good at it? That’s right. Nothing if not a professional.

With any luck that’d be his ticket out though, what with Mín going off the grid until things cooled down and the family figured out the next moves to make. Hopefully, he’d have a new post to look forward to, a change of scenery. If not the places then the people. Or some of them.

Because no doubt there’d be some kind of political fallout, Claudio being a district attorney and all. He was affable enough to massage it over with the public but his own family was another matter. They were probably furious, already skeptical about the match from the get. So, the Arellanos would have to measure their response carefully. And that’s just what it would have to be: a response, not a retaliation. The inconvenience of legitimacy now rearing its ugly head with such urgency, Barrón didn’t even have the fight left in him to manage a glib, ya te lo dije.

He wondered idly if maybe that was part of Chapo’s plan or just an unhappy accident, forcing the Arellanos in the public eye at such a precarious time. Not yet legitimate enough to be installed in the untouchable chilango upper class where they could retaliate with impunity, but still beholden to the higher standards of a “real” business in the eyes of the people.

As of now, it all seemed like just the most fucked game of Cat’s Cradle. Too much for a pocho from Logan Heights to untangle. It wasn’t even that strategy wasn’t his strong suit, it was more political machinations like these never much held his interest. Maybe the attempt on Claudio’s life would be enough to draw Dina back in. Give her back what she gave up. That was how Barrón had known it was real with them to begin with. She stepped back. No longer lived and breathed for the thrill of realizing the potential of the family business like she’d envisioned. Envisioned since she was a kid, a fact she’d revealed in one of their little warehouse chats when he first got there. Years ago. Back when they were– ah, fuck it. He’d chase that ghost later.

The funny thing was she did that all giving up and stepping back in a bid to keep things separate, shield Claudio from the less savory aspects of things. A bullet to the shoulder is about as good as that plan went.

Maybe this would be Dina’s time. The prospect filled him with pride. Hope. It’d be a thrill to see if it didn’t hurt so bad. And truthfully, given the choice, Barrón would rather fight back boredom-induced sleep, watching little Ruthie play with Lincoln logs in a safe house somewhere, than sit around here watching the future that he’d sacrificed his own for blossom before his very eyes. He did what he did but he didn’t have to like it.

He fished for a porro he’d rolled earlier from his pocket and removed the few stray, leafy bits of weed that had escaped out one end, before popping it between his lips and lighting up. He usually didn’t smoke in the house but considering he still hadn’t changed his shirt stained with Claudio’s blood, setting into the fibers more and more with each passing second, courtesy of a bullet that sailed clean through the guy’s shoulder, he figured he’d earned a pass from his employers. That wasn’t even the best excuse he had. Just the simplest one. What a weird fucking night.

And fuck, he was tired. The noise of the drawers of the credenza opening and closing behind him wasn’t enough to make him turn around. Shit, he might stand here forever. Five hundred years from now, they’d find him, all petrified wood, in this exact spot still staring out the window. Exhausted. Since before he could remember, exhausted.

Her voice broke the reverie and he tried not to resent it too much. He failed.

“David.”

Ugh, they’d talked about this. No first name. He hated it when she called him by his first name. Too close. A flash of red out of the corner of his eye took full shape as Dina joined him at the window, in her red silk robe, arms crossed, hair wild and free like she was the first woman.

A few tendrils of smoke curled out of Barrón’s nostrils and glided down his chin, moving lazy and listless as he felt. The question hung in his throat, thick with smoke, “How is he.”

Dina dropped her shoulders like she’d been holding her breath. “The doctor says he might lose function in his thumb and forefinger on that side, but otherwise,” she exhaled deeply, clenching her jaw to fight back tears of relief, “it looks like Claudio is going to be fine.”

“Heh,” Barrón nodded, half coughing, half chuckling, “I meant Pancho. But uh, no that’s good.” It was sincere and the most he could manage. Frankly, he was impressed he managed that much.

Head dipping forward, her shoulders shaking gently, she laughed self-consciously down at the floor. “Mi brujo, tu compa, sí se pondrá bien. Ese gatito tiene un chinga más de nueve vidas. No te preocupes.”

At that, he smirked and nodded with more heart this time.

They didn’t say anything else to each other for a while. Just stood there watching the purples of the sky brighten, the marine layer fog cooked orange by the rising sun. Down to a sliver of his joint, Barrón sighed, wishing he’d rolled another one, and cracked the sliding door to flick the butt outside. He closed it and stepped back inside to reassume his place as petrified wood but before he got both his hands in his pockets, Dina caught his wrist and slid her hand down into his. It was so stealthy and quick, Houdini’d be proud. He couldn’t place his finger on why, but it filled him with relief that she hadn’t looked at him. Merely held his hand firmly and continued staring out the window, one arm still held tightly across her chest. Yeah, that was easier.

“David. No sé como agradecerte, pero lo que has hecho por Claudio, la familia,” her voice dropped low as if she knew it should be left unsaid, “por mi,” all the while squeezing his hand. “Nunca lo olvidaré.”

He ran his thumb along her palm to let her know he was there, then hummed softly, “Pues, qué otra opción tenía?”

Echoes of the panic he’d felt when he rounded the corner, seeing Claudio crouched in a shower of broken glass, bullet exploding through his shoulder, blood dark red on his crisp blue shirt, hit Barrón like a grenade. What could’ve happened. What almost happened. If he’d gotten there just a second or two later … they both knew.

A dark and inconvenient truth of operating in a world as wild, wild west as theirs made it impossible not to consider. His job, his very nature, made it impossible to ignore: just exactly how easy it would’ve been for him to drag his feet a bit, move just a little slower, lag behind ever so slightly. That one bullet to the shoulder, turns into two in the chest, then three, then four– until. And how easy it would’ve been to play it off like a whoops, unfortunate happenstance, he’d done his best, just couldn’t make it in time, a tragedy.

The fucked thing too was ... for a fraction of a second?

He had thought about it.

He was pretty sure she knew that too or at least considered the possibility. They’d known each other too long, loved each other too much, and hurt each other too intimately and too many times to pretend they were better than exactly who they were. But that’s not how things went. Not the choice he made.

Instead, Barrón whipped around that corner, hammering Chapo and Arturo’s position so relentlessly, the gun felt almost an extension of his own arm – bullet hoses, right – while Claudio was slumped under the bar, clutching his shoulder. Instead, when their path was clear, Barrón yanked Claudio up to his feet by his good arm and offered a shoulder for him to clumsily toss the bad one over. Instead, Claudio bled all over his shirt, as he dragged them both up the steps, down the hallway, into the back kitchen where the Arellanos were waiting, and shot out the windows so they could all make their escape. Instead, he dragged Claudio, once again, to the getaway car and sat him next to his poor Panchito. Best to keep the mess in one place. No use getting blood all over the seats of two different cars.

Some would call it a choice. Then again, with her the foremost thought on his mind, the instant that first bullet ejected from the barrel of his gun into the face of a phony cop, did he really have one to begin with?

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taglist: @narcosfandomdiscord @narcolini @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc

[nbmsports]

Restauranteur Dan Defossey on bringing BBQ to Mexico City

Growing up in Long Island, New York, Dan Defossey, 44, always thought he would go into politics.And while Defossey did begin his career working in politics, he eventually became a teacher & Teach For America Corps Member teacher in Texas before landing a job as an educator at Apple in New York.He was in that position for just over three years, when he was promoted in 2009 to Head of Marketing in Education for Latin America. Defossey relocated to Mexico City.In 2013, Defossey and his friend, coworker, and Mexico City-local Roberto Luna were hiking in the city when he turned to Luna and said they should do something else with their lives. Despite having no experience running a restaurant, the two decided it might be a good idea to open one."We had no idea how to operate a restaurant and were basically learning on the fly," Defossey said.Defossey and Luna opened the first Pinche Gringo restaurant in an airstream in 2013.Tasia Jensen and Beatriz Bajuelos Castillo / CNBC Make ItIn 2013, Defossey and Luna bought an airstream in Texas, drove it back down to Mexico City. In it, they opened their first Texas-Style BBQ restaurant."I knew we were going to put everything into it because we thought we had something that was unique. There were no barbecue restaurants here in the city; we are so close to the United States. Mexicans love meat," Defossey tells CNBC Make It."There was a great opportunity to open up a new food category... And when you have that window to be able to do something like that, you have to seize it."The pair decided to name the restaurant Pinche Gringo, which means "Darn American," and pokes fun at the idea of them opening a BBQ restaurant in Mexico City."It gave us a bit of humility, which I think brought down a wall and allowed our Mexican customers to be more open to something that was very unique and different," Defossey said.The Pinche Gringo BBQ warehouse is the biggest location and can hold up to 3,000 people.Tasia Jensen and Beatriz Bajuelos Castillo / CNBC Make ItIn the beginning, Defossey and Luna spent hours giving out samples of brisket and explaining the meat to locals.Defossey tells CNBC Make It that at first, he and Luna were bringing in $30 USD a day and the food didn't taste good."We gave a sample of our food to some dogs in the neighborhood. The dogs didn't eat it, and that's when we were like, okay, this is a problem. But we kept on practicing," he said.One day a local reporter came by to try the food and ran a positive piece on Defossey and Luna's restaurant. Since then, Pinche Gringo has had a consistent customer base.Being a Texas-style BBQ restaurant in Mexico City isn't the only thing that sets the Pinche Gringo brand apart. They also didn't tropicalize anything for the location which means they don't offer any traditional Mexican ingredients on the menu."I do not have tortillas. I do not have agua Jamaica, agua horchata. I don't have chilis toreados. And the most sacrilegious thing is that I do not have limes and Mexicans love limes on things," DeFoseey says."And why? Because I wanted to offer something that was unique, that was different than anyone has ever seen before."The Groupo Chilango Gringo currently has 105 employees.Tasia Jensen and Beatriz Bajuelos Castillo / CNBC Make ItDefossey and Luna opened that first airstream restaurant in 2013, but have since expanded into what is now known as the Groupo Chilango Gringo. The group owns and operates seven restaurants, including sandwich shops, a bar, and the Pinche Gringo BBQ warehouse. It's the largest location and can host up to 3,000 people at a time.In 2022, Groupo Chilango Gringo's revenue was $159,121 USD and it had over $9 million USD in sales, according to tax documents reviewed by CNBC Make It.The restaurant group has 105 employees and sells 15-20 metric tons of meat a month"We actually opened this restaurant to share with Mexicans an authentic part of our culture so that we can bring the two countries together," Defossey says."This is the power of being able to share my beautiful American culture with Mexico. And this is how I can give back to the country that has embraced me so much."Defossey and Luna's restaurants sell a combined total of 15-20 metric tons of meat a month.Tasia Jensen and Beatriz Bajuelos Castillo / CNBC Make ItRight now, Defossey's goal for the Groupo Chilango Gringo brand is to keep expanding, while still sustaining the positive and welcoming culture that has been cultivated among the staff."I always believe that the soul of our restaurant is our people. It makes me very happy every day to go to work. I love my people. I love the restaurants. I love being here. And I'm living that dream," Defossey says.DON'T MISS: Want to be smarter and more successful with your money, work & life? Sign up for our new newsletter!Get CNBC's free Warren Buffett Guide to Investing, which distills the billionaire's No. 1 best piece of advice for regular investors, do's and don'ts, and three key investing principles into a clear and simple guidebook. Source link Read the full article

[worthless-weight-in-gold]

Daniels was originally born in Chicago, USA; then she and her father moved back to his hometown in Mexico when she was five. She lived there until she turned 18 then went to college in Chicago (or London, verse depending). She ended up staying in the city because she got a job immediately after graduating, and she would have primarily moved back for her father but he passed while she was attending.

When she speaks Spanish it's pretty clear she's a norteña although she does use some slang that's more typical for chilangos -- mostly taken from TV and music. When she speaks English she mostly has a Chicagoan accent. She doesn't use Spanglish often, unless she's very relaxed.

She also is helping Smith and Porter learn Spanish, mostly so they can understand the memes she wants to show them.

[markstits]

Eeeee i really hope quackity saves the vod for this stream its literally the best so far

[quackinquack]

I don’t think you’re a spanish viewer of quackity’s (please correct me if I’m wrong), but I also have no clue who else to send this to so if other spanish speaking viewers of his want to comment that would be great!

His accent in spanish after hearing him speak english always trips me the fuck out. Like, to me it sounds fairly chilango, and I’ve seen clips where he sounds so much like a fresa and I don’t know if it’s me going crazy or if others hear it too. Also, in general the switch to the very american accent to him speaking fluent spanish always gives me whiplash.

Lmaooo you're correct I'm not a hispanic or latino viewer, nor am I a fluent spanish speaker (tho i am learning 🙏) but I can say hearing him switch between languages also gives me whiplash ((prob just bc I'm not used to hearing that language switch specifically lol))

But if anyone who is Hispanic or Latino wants to comment pls do!!

[calamardo-guapo]

I am a chilango (:pensive:) that means i have permission to post this

Since @gordos-feeman is talking about Benrey fresa... these is my take.

Benrey and la torta de tamal con bolillo attacks

Use the word "verga"a little to much... maybe

Use "panas" or "plebes" a lot because projecting

Wont leave Polanco. He and Gordon go take photos there visiting museums and eating charros at the plaza. Their dates in the cdmx ends getting lost in the old streets and find new places to be or eat (at least I use to do this with my girlfriend ;-;)

Coyoacan also cool but only shopping

Loves tacos de tripa. The science team once went to the cdmx and eat tacos at 3am talking about how noisy the city is <3 they get inside a micro for the first time.

No. No los asaltaron sjdnd pero no se sabian la ruta....

Idk I am going nuts I am having drawing ideas. Allow me....

[mcrcelo]

Sat, March 13

Marcelo was greeted by a thick Chilango accent upon entering the palatial cathouse stationed in the heart of Beverly Hils. “Mr. Toribio is expecting you.” He nodded, allowing her to led him pass the foyer before slithering through a maze of hallways and corridors until they approached a hidden door. Security granted him access to a grandiose den where his uncle Alberto stood with a few colleagues playing pool. “Thought I gave you a meal that may have inspired your eyes to betray your stomach,” Alberto said, without glancing up from the game. “If I nutted up every time my next breath was put on the table, my stomach would be touching my back.” Marcelo riposted causing the expensively besuited men in the room to laugh. “Took a minute for me to dig through the bullshit, but I hope you ready to grub now.“ Alberto dismissed himself from the table and guided Marcelo to his secluded office. 

“What’s the word on Frankie and Puchie?”  His uncle questioned, flinging himself down on a swivel chair behind his massive desk. “I ran into a friend of mines at Club Tipico while I was in Miami. I did my own research the minute I touched down in L.A, but he confirmed your speculations about Frankie still moving foul after your warning. He’s snatching girls right off their mother’s tit and smuggling them in from Central America, some of em haven’t even met mother nature yet. He keeps his ‘baby dolls’ doped outta their minds while his people breaking em in and who you think providing candy? Those off brand Miami Boys rolling deep behind your homie. They have soldiers relocating to Nevada and California and in exchange Frankie’s brother letting Puchie use his old transport system. He’s moving weight from the Dominican Republic to Puerto Rico, it makes for a smoother ride to the mainland. My dude also told me Puchie going around boasting about that massacre they committed on your girls in Las Terrenas too. Motherfuckas still grieving but they’re not just gunning for me anymore.” By the time Marcelo finished speaking veins had bulged from the side of Alberto’s neck while another pulsed diagonally across his forehead. “Did you get whoever sprayed Ms. Quiñones’ block?” A Cheshire grin adorned Marcelo’s features. “El Diablo had some of his connections do a roundup while I helped Bonita and her mother finish packing; served them fools to the gators limb by limb.” Alberto sat back against his plush chair, his mind distracted with the risks and rewards of the minacious five-year war gradually spreading to the West Coast. “This isn’t your problem anymore, Puchie doesn’t have shit on your parents if they suspected you were back on the prowl. It’s time for you to enjoy your freedom and take care of your rugrats. That money you had EJ put up when you were on lockdown is in the account I told you about plus a bonus for your troubles.” Marcelo grunted, swaggering towards the threshold. “I won’t protest but Puchie’s head belongs to me, and I know you can respect that.”  

[marica-ya]

Impressions for 2/12/2021

-Didn't put all my eggs in one basket. I left room for mistakes and it paid off

-Multiplicity has a little plague. Unsure if they got it from her sibling or if the peppers are involved in this. Would be interesting if the plague came from my dad's plant to my pensamientos, however the peppers looked clean.

-Coco was severely delayed and I got sick before we could talk. I am grateful for the time to correct and prepare.

-Louie started eating solid food. Finally pooped. Dad took off his cone and bandage. It's interesting that if you remove the symbols of disease you can gauge differently how sick someone is. Will keep in mind.

-"The cycle is over" has been on my mind for a while. Difficult to know where the cycle starts. I wonder if today's date was at all related to the numbers shouted at the end of my potential hypnosis.

-The reality perceived vs the reality that is. Sometimes you hold on to a perception that no longer harmonizes with reality because you see no other way to acknowledge it and the pain or joy it caused.

-Soft and runny stool. Teamwork for cleaning and organizing, but definitely ended with the usual abandonment. A diaper left behind by my baby cousin who I loved spending time with. I wonder if he'll come back. Returning to infancy?

-12022021

-The last day to get an answer about a trip

-Oregano tea but with dried spices. My grandpa would have used the one growing outside.

-Miguel's birthday. Learning how to communicate intention better.

-Last guanabana in the shelf, for a dollar less of the real price but five times more than what I expected.

-I found out I had been buying chile ancho instead of chipotle, perhaps because my casera does not care to fool me, as she seemed to understand the difference. Understandable. Greatly appreciated to have that corrected before soiling my image.

-Lady in the market who was confused as I was about the difference. Chilango and chipotle. The next chipotle. She gave me a bunch of extra shallots, unsure if she was fond of me or just didn't want them to spoil, or both. Wondering what the mysteries of her heart hold.

-I was right, the shock absorbers were busted. My dad listened to me even if he did not hear anything, he trusted me and I was right. No car until further notice.

-Sold the boots to someone who seemed to feel obligated to buy them in the name of being polite after I refused to lower the price I listed them for. I did not intervene in her process because I was more interested in the transaction and I felt like I wasn't expressing obligation or pressure at all, but maybe I should have been more expressive about the fact that it was alright if she didn't want to buy them, finally. The third language is context.

-The vases from Otavalo that were sold to Americans because they followed a protocol. They seemed haunted but it could have been my perception.

-The lamb vs chicken dichotomy and different approaches to understanding animal consumption.

-Calling the house phone to let my dad know he couldn't use the hot water. He thought it was funny.

-Dad remembered I like queso iberico and he likes the manchego. He got both.

-Fungus finally growing in the two-three month old jar. Seed paper.

-Dad fixed my grandma's one thousand year old pot. He was looking for vaseline and couldn't find it and I gave him the lanolin one. He took too much and gave some to me because I needed it. I also remembered it before bed and it helped with the abrasion.

-Non pasteurized orange juice.

-Counseling call that was desesperante but ended up ok. Wanting to take control because you think you know better sometimes leads people to paths with signs that they cannot read.

-Lost my mascara.

-Taking care of xmas cocktails with the rando.

-A call I couldn't have responded to before making a decision.

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'Chilango'; How the Burrito Bond was born.

‘Chilango’; How the Burrito Bond was born.

When former Skype employees Eric Partaker and Dan Houghton started Chilango they had in mind supplying mouth-watering Mexican food, something of a rarity when they launched seven years ago. Eric developed an appetite for tacos, burritos, and the like in his native Chicago, but when he came to work in London was faced with a veritable Mexican cuisine desert. When Eric met Dan, by coincidence also…

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48. Master Productivity & Peak Performance | Eric Partaker

Today Stephen interviews Eric Partaker. Eric was named "CEO of the Year" at the 2019 Business Excellence Awards, one of the "Top 30 Entrepreneurs in the UK", 35 and under by Startups Magazine, and among "Britain's Most Disruptive Entrepreneurs" by The Telegraph. His work has featured on over 7 major TV stations, in the Wall Street Journal, and The Economist. He has also appeared as a guest judge on The Apprentice (UK) with Lord Alan Sugar.

Over the last 20 years Eric has advised Fortune 50 CEOs while at McKinsey & Company, helped build Skype’s multi-billion-dollar success story, and co-founded Chilango.  Eric is also certified as a coach by the High-Performance Institute. He has completed a coaching certification and apprenticeship with Professor BJ Fogg, who leads Stanford University’s Behavior Design Lab. He continues to research evidence-based studies in psychology, neuroscience, habit change, leadership, and peak performance.

Eric coaches a limited number of entrepreneurs and leaders throughout the world, helping them reach peak levels of performance, in both their businesses and lives. He draws from his world-class work experiences at McKinsey, Skype, and Chilango, cutting edge research and behavioral science from Stanford University, and the approaches and techniques used in the worlds of elite sports and the military - areas where peak performance is key.

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[rainydaysammy]

ATTENTION TRANS PEOPLE IN THE NIAGARA REGION

I had a pretty terrible experience with an endocrinologist the other day and I wanna share so that you can maybe get better help than me

His name is Dr. Chilango Mulaisho and he told me that being trans was unnatural and I was too young to make the decision to start T at 16 and basically just made me immensely uncomfortable and lectured me for 20 mins and didn't do much else. This was only my first appointment, so I'll update when I have my next appointment in April

I told him I started realizing at around 13 and he was still like "you need to realize that you can't make this decision quickly so I would like other opinions before putting you on testosterone."

(if he means multiple I'm gonna kill)

He asked a couple of questions and then immediately afterwards he disregarded everything I said and checked (what he could) for himself(like amount of body hair etc)

He also told me I'd never find love because of being transgender

So basically, if you can, don't go to this asshole

[chamiryokuroi]

27 and 29

27. favourite national celebrity?

lmao I barely pay attention to american celebrities, but erhm I am going to say Luis Miguel, because I like his songs, and he is the one to first come to my mind. (Also Fridha Kahlo but she dead)

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

Oh boy... yes, with people from Mexico City mostly, I am not really into it tho, except for the whole Quesadilla discourse, sorry but who the fuck eats quesadillas without chese, only Chilangos, that’s who.

[polishenanigans]

attached #friendz#panchito babey!#puts him under a microscope#do you think if panchito had his own media he would have little chicane cousins#i want no sabo kid rep#i want hispanohablante chicane rep#i am so despierate for the birds to be cholos#like campeche especially has realy pronounced ‘k’ sounds#so like ‘que crees? quiero comer una cosita’ will have that really pronounced ‘k’ sound a the start of each word#jalisco is very musical#bcn and bcs are very fast and choppy but bcn especially has really long nasal ‘a’ sounds and really fast choppy consonants#sonora is similar but they go even harder on the rachero vibe#of course it depends based on background and community too#like not all chilangos sound like chilangos it’s usually the rich assholes or the assholes who want to be rich and try to show off#who sound like ur stereotypical chilango#unfortunately there’s been a slow process of mexican accents especially in and around big cities becoming all king of similar#kind **#but im not an expert i’m about 5 years behind on the newst slang because i hang around a bunch of gringo nerds and old people#and many many chicanos#so my knowledge on the newest mexican slang is kind of lacking#especially compared to my friends who are in La Sociedad who go out drinking partying etc and actually talk to people

sorry for continuously shouting ur tags back to you but they’re so nice to read and also I want people to know what i’m referencing,,

I’m sure Panchito would innevitably end up with a bunch of wacky cousins and maybe some nephews if he was the star protagonist of more stories, it seems to be the disney rule, no one has kids but everyone has a super extendend family?? More importantly Panchito is totally a “I LOVE MY FAMILY SO MUCH” type of guy and very proud of being truthful and proud of himself and where he comes from which 💖💖💖💖 KING BEHAVIOUR 💖💖💖💖, he totally deserves more mexican peers to interact with like c’mon

But also idk if they’d go the “different regions cousins” route with dear Paco since I guess they only did it with Zé because his whole thing IS being attached to Rio, so it is funny/”””logical””” that most of his cousins are other extreme regional stereotypes 😭

poli i love and adore you but you keep making panchito sound like he’s from CDMX and it is fucking hilarious please never change this

WHAT NAAAAURRR

Sorry but Google Translate doesn't have a Ranchero Norteño extension yet and you refuse to make Yatsiri a thing so...