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The best tacos & mulitas are made on taco trucks. I don't make the rules.
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Hoy preparamos unos volcanes campechanos, guacamole y papas a la francesa. Me gusta consentir a mi familia 💖 . . . . #food #tacotuesday #foodporn #foodie #mexicanfood #comida #gastronomia #delivery #volcan #mulitas #pastor #anaheim #mexicanfood #menudo #tacos #tacosshakas #taco #mexico #birria #dinner #foodphotography #mexican #losangeles #foodblogger #comidamexicana #foodstagram #calidad #guacamole #chocolate #happyhour https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci8oIY9uPaU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ah bueno prosiga con el sodero ❤️ (pd: donde compro usted los cds cuales son sus secretos)
seré honesto contigo lisa, nunca compré un álbum de ninguna banda. los piratié todos.
#askdhskkss no se si capte bien la pregunta pero??? nunca tuve dinero como adolescente como para comprar CDs originales#so o la mulita o los álbumes de compilaciones en el bolishopping#una vez q tuve plata ya estaba spotify
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Carnitas El Momo, 411 Fairmount St, Los Angeles (Boyle Heights), CA 90033
Carnitas El Momo opened a brick and mortar location in Monterey Park earlier this year. They’ve been making carnitas and selling it on the street for decades, becoming one of the most popular street food vendors. The carnitas is cooked low and slow, frying in its own fat. Drool.
I thought I’d find the street version – a few tents set up and a grill on Fairmount Ave. The menu is simple and it’s all PORK. Carne (pork shoulder), buche (translated as pork belly but it’s pork stomach), cuero (pork skin). You can get the meat by the pound or order tacos ($4), mulitas ($10), tortas ($10). They also sell drinks.
Buche mulita ($10): Wow. Totally worth $10 because the mulita was loaded with tender buche and a ton of cheese. The cheese made a crispy cheese skirt. The pork juices infused the tortilla. The salsa was very spicy and smoky to the point that my lips tingled (love that). They also had bags of chopped onions and cilantro, lime wedges, and salsa prepacked. The pork was a tad salty but it was so indulgent and porkalicious. Can’t eat this too often but I will be back.
Cash only.
4.5 out of 5 stars
By Lolia S.
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@daffi-990, @wildlife4life, and @hetrez tagged me for fuck it friday! this is from the sequel fic to Something Dumb To Do, which i probably will not start posting today because i haven't titled it yet and i'm so tired i'm hearing colors, but! sometime tomorrow, hopefully.
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"Thought so," Eddie says, and leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Buck's mouth, quick and sweet and way too chaste for the way it takes Buck's breath away.
"Gross," Chris mutters.
"Watch it, mijo."
"I'm going to go inside and not watch it, actually," Chris says, but he's grinning as he ducks out of Eddie's attempt at ruffling his hair. The door swings shut behind him a moment later, and Buck sags slightly.
"Told you," Eddie says mildly. He kisses Buck again, lingering over it a little more now that Chris is out of sight. "Can you grab the takeout bags? They're still in the cab."
Buck takes a deep breath. "Yeah. You got my mulitas, right?"
"Course," Eddie says. There's a faint, crooked smile on his face, and Buck doesn't think he's ever been this transparent to anyone he's dated in his life. Eddie doesn't call him on it, at least.
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no-pressure tagging @poemsfromthealley, @colonoscopys, @mellaithwen, @laylainalaska, @alessandriana, and anyone else who wants to play!
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OC Sunday: Dr. Juniper “June” Kiore
I am a ball of anxiety about finally sharing her, but everyone meet June.
I’ve been working on her story for a shamefully long time. Anyone that knows me well, or has followed me for a while, knows I’m the slowest writer humankind has ever seen. I have paralyzingly perfectionist tendencies and have been more likely to CTRL+A and DELETE a story if it’s just not up to scruff. But it’s going on probably two years now since she materialized in my head, and I want to share her whether I’m happy with her story or not.
June grew up in Wild Space on a planet called Mulita. Now 23, she’s a surgical fellow at the Grand Republic Medical Facility on Coruscant. The war began not too long ago, and while the increase in her workload has drastically reduced her spare time (and sleep time), she and her best friend Dr. Jacoba Rheese are taking it in stride. She’s estranged from for family for reasons that come to light as the story progresses, and really has not had the time or motivation to dabble in relationships… until a wounded soldier ends up unknowingly tipping her world upside down.
The teaser poster/title/thing/reference sheet/detail thingy will go up next Sunday, and then the first chapter the following Sunday. It’s a mostly canon-compliant, fem!OC x Howzer story, that eventually morphs into a fem!OC x Jesse story. When and how the shift happens… you’ll have to tag along ! There’s a ton of Clone OC’s, lots of our Clone Wars favourites, and probably also lots of plot holes because my brain has limitations, ok? Lol
Lastly, I know OC’s are not everyone’s cup of tea. Not everyone can supplant themselves into a story with established characters, and I have very low expectations of this story garnering any sort of engagement, and that’s absolutely, completely and totally totally cool. My only ask is this: if you’re not into it, just kindly click away. I don’t expect you to love her, but I do ♥️ a lot.
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The Gardens
Been talking to @justfor2am about their Caged AU, and came up with this.
Time to make you all question if Scar is a villain (he totally is)
TW: Manipulation, Magic, Villian Fae Scar
Summary: The gardens are pretty, even if sinister. Kind of like their owner. Yet... it's the only place Mumbo enjoys.
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The grass always smells nice here, the sun is always warm and high in the sky. Mumbo doesn't know if it ever sets. It never hurts his eyes if he stares at it, nor does it burn his skin. The wind is always gentle, cooling him when he feels too warm. It's almost as if everything is alive here.
Mumbo found this place while exploring for ways out. The walls up have a sheer cliff going down into the abyss. Without magic, it's impossible to make that jump. But.. the place was beautiful. The walls were ivory in color with ivy growing up them, their dark and light green leaves turned up to the sunlight.
Trees that reached far into the sky, and branches that swayed in the soft wind. Moss grows at the base of the tree and is very soft to the touch. The grass is also soft under his hands and is a vibrant green color. The walks ways are cobble stepping stones, leading back to the main path to the manor that is mostly mulita color gravel. The edges of moss also grow at the cobble circle stones.
Mumbo finds the gardens seem endless, hedges made into pretty statues of strange creatures. Even a maze that he doesn't dare go into as he has no sense of direction. But, the flowers are the thing that draws in his eye the most. They are the strangest things he's ever seen.
Blues that shouldn't exist in nature, eye popping yellows and oranges that draw in your eye. They grow in small beds here and there, with bushes that contain fae berries. They look delicious, but Mumbo refrains from eating them, he's no fool.
The pond is pretty also, having clear blue water and lilies on the surface. Surrounded by the flowers, and a willow tree that hangs over the edge.
In some areas the tree roots are so large Mumbo can walk under them! This place always seems to be changing though he finds so long as he follows the cobble paths he will always make it back to the manor. That is both useful and scary to think about, that this place is just magic.
No matter how far he walks, he just has to step onto the paths and he's always back at the manor.
Mumbo sits back and looks at the flowers again, they smell so very sweet. It makes his head spin when he gets too close, making him feel warm yet cool at the same time. He knew something was up, as he both knows he should leave, but doesn't at the same time.
After what felt like only a few minuets a sound blinks him back into awareness. He turns and looks around, where was that coming from? it was a creaking of wood, and the sound of a voice tutting.
"No no, that won't do at all. Bah, trees, always a pain to work with."
A frown on his face, that... sounded like Scar. Truth be told Mumbo hadn't see the fae in a while. He moved to the sound, curiosity and a cat. He walked down the path to an area that was... well it was a clearing of sorts. Nothing much other than dirt in the middle of it.
And there stood Scar, he had on pants and a simple shirt. He also didn't have any shoes on, feet half buried into the moss and dirt. He was tsking as his hand waved and a large root moved with it, up and making what seemed to be an archway.
Mumbo watched in awe and shock as to this fae's whims the tree and roots and bark moved. Creating a archway like thing with many flowers weaving through the branches. Scar didn't seem to even be breaking a sweat with this magic.
Mumbo looked around the clearing, to find mushrooms grew in a circle around the dirt clearing. Where Scar stood was the only place with moss. Inhuman eyes looked at the archway, eyes too large and too green to be human. Teeth too sharp to be normal, and ears pointed up.
"Hmmm that'll have to do for now." Scar waved his hand, "Now to get rid of this ugly dirt- Oh!" he turned fully to see Mumbo standing there watching him. Slowly a smile grew, wide on the face, and sharp teeth.
Scar walked over to him, ease in his steps, with each one more moss grew under his feet. "I knew you were in the gardens, but I didn't think you'd notice I was here... sharper than you look Mumbo." he said with a smile on his face ever present.
A shiver down his spine at how casually the fae said his name. A reminder that he was owned by Scar now. "Ah... I heard you talking to yourself." he said to the fae, honesty was the best thing to do. The fae hated liars.
A chuckle and head tilt, "I was just making a new area for when humans wonder into my fae circles. I change it ever so often." a wave of his hand and suddenly grass and more moss grew in the area. Covering over the rich black and brown soil.
Hands held out, "Come." Scar said, but Mumbo knew it wasn't a offer he could decline. Hesitantly he took Scar's clawed hands as he was pulled into the circle.
The smile grew as Scar lead him over to the tree he was working on. "I do love terraforming. The gardens is where I spend majority of my days. Sure making and adding rooms to the manor is wonderful, but, the outside if beautiful." he said in a joyous tone, "I could tell you liked the flowers I made."
Shifting a bit at the intense stare Mumbo nodded, for the most part, despite how odd Scar was, he still felt calm. There wasn't immediate danger around the area, they were talking for now. "I've never seen colors so pretty before." he admits to Scar.
"Beautiful, are they?" Scar held out his hand as he created a soft red and white flower. The steam weaving around his fingers, "I do love colorful things, eye catching, bright." a smile at Mumbo that was shadowed. Framed by brown locks of smooth hair, and bright green eyes.
It was hard to look away from, the flower caught the wind, with a bit of pollen with it. The scent was sweet, it made Mumbo feel nice. "They are pretty." he admits in a soft tone.
He's always loved flowers, gardening was something he enjoyed. Something he wanted to do when he made himself a home one day. But... he wondered if he'd ever get that day now.
A hand on his chin, pushing up to look back at Scar's eyes. "I could teach you." he offered in a soft tone. Mumbo stared at that confused, as Scar moved around to behind him, fingers ever present on his cheek and chin, ghosting over his neck and to his shoulder.
"Flowers are delicate you know, so easy to break, so easy to bend." The other hand trailed up his arm and held up his hand, ghosting the tips of the claws on his knuckles. "What is your favorite color Mumbo?" the voice was rich in his left ears, the chin slotted over his shoulder. Warm breath on the shell of it.
Mumbo was very aware of how Scar has an arm snaked around his stomach, how the hand gripped his waist. the chest was pressed to his back, warmth like skin despite the shirt. Firm as well, holding him in place as his dark brownish black eyes looked at his hands. How Scar's hand barely held it up to the light.
"Blue." he says softly, voice almost a whisper. He loved the color blue, how rare it was in nature, how the sky gleamed it against fluffy white clouds. How the water reflected the skies surface.
Scar hummed, "Blue..." he said back, as from Mumbo's fingers green sparks flowed. It jolted down his arm, as Scar's magic tangled with his own. Weaving between the mage's magic, and carefully guiding it along.
From his fingers a steam weaved around, and put over his index finger. Creating a large flower, that was glowing blue, having light yellow trims. It was bigger than his hand, and had soft, delicate petals.
"Ofcourse you'd make something poisonous." Scar chuckled into his ear as Mumbo stared at the flower. How the steam hugged his wrist and hand, and twined it together with Scar's own.
"it's..." Mumbo said as the flower glowed softly, "beautiful." he admits, he didn't think he could create things, having always used magic for destructive purposes.
Another laugh in his ear, deep, melodious, like an organ playing. "Care to help me make more dear?" he asked him in a gentle and soothing tone.
Perhaps it was foolish to do so, but.. Mumbo wanted to see what else he could do.
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Scar was humming as he weaved together the flowers, "You've been so good today Mumbo... after so long of biting back, it's nice to see such a sweet side of you." he laughs lightly to the mage.
Looking away, Mumbo opts to say nothing to that. His head felt fuzzy with the buzz of magic. Scar's own magic still tingled in his right hand. The still ghost touches were there. The air was sweet, and not once had the sun set.
Now... now they lay here, Scar having pulled him down to the ground, the feel the soft moss under them. Scar purred as he was shirtless now, just basking in it, as Mumbo was avoiding looking at his chest. A fae should not have tits and abs! He should not look this pretty.
Leaned now against a tree as he finished the crown of pretty flowers. And reached over placing it on Mumbo's head. A pleased smile on his face, as fingers trailed down his cheek. "The garden is yours to explore as you wish... I suppose I can allow you bits of magic back if I'm nearby... the moment you abuse it Mumbo."
The nails running down his neck sent a sharp reminder through his head. Scar then was quick to smile and pets his face again. "You look wonderful though." he said, eyeing Mumbo's face and how the black hair framed the brightly colored flowers.
"Oh, how I could make them root into that head of yours. So you'd always wear such a pretty crown." Scar said cheerfully.
Mumbo felt a sharp stab of fear at those words. The idea of these flowers digging their way into his skin, into his head! he paled as Scar just continued to smile. "but... no... I think a real crown of ivory and gold would be much prettier on your black hair."
A pat of his cheek, then Scar leaned down and kissed it lightly. The scent of something like cookies and sage. Coiling around Mumbo's nose and into his lungs. "I hope you enjoy my gardens Mumbo." he whispers into his ear. "Do come inside for dinner soon."
"I... sure..." Mumbo said his mouth dry. With that Scar stood up and snapped his fingers as his coat, cane, and shirt came back to him. The smile ever stayed on his face as he turned and left Mumbo in the large clearing of mushrooms and pretty flowers.
Dark black eyes looked back to the center, at the large yellow and blue flowers... poisonous it was, but hauntingly beautiful.
'Kind of like Scar...' his thoughts whispered as Mumbo shook them away.
His face feels warm, the place where the fae's lips were tingled. The words that this crown he made could stay on his head rung loud. Despite how fuzzy he felt, the fear was there, but... a fondness in his chest stubbornly stayed.
Mumbo hated how pretty the damn creature was, and how his words were just so wonderful to listen to. Gazing up at the sky again he sighed as the wind blew through the willow branches.
"the gardens are amazing through." he commented out loud to no one.
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just learned that the screaming hairy armadillo (Chaetophractus vellerosus) is actually an argentinian (and bolivian and paraguayan) species and that made my day. hope it makes yours too!
OF COURSE HE IS
We call it "quirquincho" or "peludo", though quirquincho is a name for armadillos in general
There's also "tatú" which is also a name for armadillos in general, there's the "tatú mulita" (Dasypus septemcinctus or "mule armadillo"), the regular "tatú" though some call it mulita too, (Dasypus novemcinctus, the nine-banded armadillo you can find all over the continent) and the "tatú carreta" (giant armadillo, Priodontes maximus) which means literally "wagon armadillo", and I believe there are some folk tales about people using them as pack animals.
My grandpa actually had some giant armadillo cubs as pets when he was young, he took them from their nest (they build giant nests) after their mother died and released them when they grew up. It's now a protected species. He also used to hunt tatús, in fact I saw a couple caparaces (don't remember how it's in english), and for all accounts they taste good in stew. I never liked the idea though.
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Best Mulita
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