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hookhausenschips · 5 months

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Six

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Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 2,177

Summary: Azha is enjoying her time away. Some of the F1 boys get a taste of the street racing life but it is not what they were expecting

Warnings: angst, fighting, blood, car accident, illusion to death, injuries from car accident, graphic content.

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Asha’s POV

Sitting in my lowrider after finishing it a few days ago, I smile knowing tonight is going to be phenomenal. A debut to the new me. I don’t plan on debuting the new car until later on, she still needs some upgrades. I haven’t seen Nova or Sariyah around in this scene since before the Vegas incident. I’m sure it had gotten out what had happened and not many people are very accepting of disloyalty. I have kept my silence not seeing a reason to give them my time. Even though all they’ve been talking about is me from the screenshots people send me. Lando and the Quadrant crew have continued to try to reach out. I just can’t bring myself to answer, they shouldn’t be around this lifestyle. I’m preventing them from being exposed to things they shouldn’t see.

Spending time with family has helped take my mind away from Vegas and the call from Lando. Although I haven’t been home in the past couple of days. Sleeping at the garage when I feel I need it after working on the cars. I received a call from Formula Drift yesterday regarding when training will start and scheduled a meeting to go over everything for my position at the beginning of next year. To say I am excited is an understatement, a new beginning. A better way to provide for my family aside from street racing. Speaking of, I check my phone and see it is almost time. I start the lowrider and listen to the engine purr before heading back to the garage to get ready.

“Hey Kalifòni papiyon (California butterfly), you on your way yet?” Jirani's voice rang through my phone. “Yeah, I’m about to hop in the car and I’ll be there in ten,” I said while pulling my shirt on and fixing my hair. “Did you give Edwin the money for my spot?” I question after hopping in my car and rolling out of the garage. “Yeah, you’ve got an hour and a half until the start,” Jirani spoke. “Okay, I’ll see you guys when I get there. Love you.” “Love you too Kalifòni papiyon.” We said our goodbyes and I scrolled through my phone for music. I decided to go with ‘On The River’ by Young Dolph. The bass fills my car as I cruise down the highway to where the pre-race meet is. I hear the cheers from everyone at my arrival some tapping my car. I smile, it feels good to be back. I spot where my brothers are parked and reverse my car into the spot between them. Getting out I am bombarded by some of the crowd, being lifted in the air as some chant my new street name “Nephthys!” Others just cheer. “Alright I missed you all too, you can set me down now!” I yell while laughing. The street race life, we are just one huge family. Being set back onto the ground the crowd dispersed, I asked one of the bystanders “Do you know where J and Kel are?” They pointed a little way down and I spotted their girlfriend’s cars. I smile and nod in thanks and head that way.

“There she is!” Jirani’s girlfriend Keyani said as she hugged me. Pulling away I go to hug Giana, Ja Khel’s fiancé. “Welcome home beautiful.” She whispered. I thanked her and turned to my brothers. I froze in shock. What the fuck. Standing talking with my brothers were Oscar, Charles, Max V, Carlos, Daniel, and the man I have tried avoiding; Lando. I turn back to the girls “What are they doing here?” I question. “They’re here with your brothers. They had showed up while you’ve been gone. We promised not to tell or else you wouldn’t show.” Keyani said sheepishly. Before I could respond I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and it was Jirani. He guided me to the group, “And here is the talk of tonight.” He said as I glared at him. The guys all turned to me, “So this is what you do besides drift racing?” Max asked. I nodded looking at him trying not to meet Lando’s gaze, “Is it practical? No. Legal? Also no but it’s something I love and have grown up doing. Nice seeing you guys again. I’m going to go find Edwin.” I say and turn to take off. “No need to, I have your radio right here.” Ja Khel said while handing me said device. I groan inwardly, these two idiots know what they’re doing. Looking behind the group I spot two people I never thought I would see again walking towards us.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking. Jirani get your hand off of me, I’m not staying here to get ambushed. There will be a fight you can’t prevent.” I say. They all looked confused until I point to Nova and Sariyah. My brother let me go and I began to walk towards my car until a voice rang out, “Always running. The only thing you’re good at Azha!” Suddenly the area became quiet. I spin around and March towards the two smirking, “You have no right to speak my name. I’m not running from anyone. I’m right here.” I push the radio into Ja Khel’s chest. Keyani and Giana came to stand beside me, the F1 boys standing by the girls’ cars. “You both know you’re not wanted here nor allowed in the underground anymore so I would suggest you take your shit boxes while they’re still driveable and leave,” Giana said while crossing her arms. “And I suggest you go take care of those fucking kids-.” Before Nova could continue, my fist connected with her jaw. Sariyah tried to grab my hair but Keyani was on her in an instant, “You’re not jumping nobody!” Nova tried to smack me and grab my hair but I punched her side. As she grabbed her side I swung again for her face and connected. She dropped but before I could do real damage someone wrapped their arms around me and pulled me back. I began to squirm, “Let me go!” I yelled.

Edwin had shown up as Jirani grabbed Keyani and Ja Khel held back Giana. “You two know you’re banned for life! Get the hell off my streets and if you ever show up again, I’ll make sure Azha gets hers in. Now move!” He told the two bloodied girls as two of Edwin’s guys hauled them off. I was still in the person’s arms and pulled away from the action. Once away I was let go and I swung around on the person. Lando. I froze. “Are you alright?” He asked and he looked me over. “I just fought someone who I called my best friend and you ask if ‘I’m okay’? That is fucking hilarious.” I deadpanned. “Azha drop the attitude please and just talk to me.” He begged. “There is nothing to talk about Lando. I told you to forget me and stay away. None of you are supposed to be here. What if someone started shooting? Then what? You are not meant to be in this environment. Leave.” I said and stormed off to my car for the start of the race.

Arriving at the line I look to my right and spot Lando with the group, I shook my head. He doesn’t listen. Hearing Edwin give the clear on the radio that cops were not around, one of the girls stood up in the back of his truck. She pointed at each of us drivers asking if we were ready. Revving our engines in response she got to the last driver. “Go!” And we all took off down the road.

Halfway through the race

Leading the pack of cars, with only two miles left until the finish line. I hit the second to last corner and take off down the road shifting gears. Before I could make it past the next intersection all I felt was a smash. And flipping multiple times before it all stopped and I began to black out.

Third Person POV

Azha shifted into second gear and was close to shifting to third until another vehicle hit her on the passenger side causing her car to flip. She rolled seven times before the car came to rest on its top. The other vehicle came to a stop next to Azha’s assessing the damage before taking off hearing the other racers approaching. Edwin stood in his tailgate waiting for the racers to cross the finish line until a voice rang out over the radio panicked. “Edwin we have a 267! Oh my god. Oh my god. Hey hey, stay with me you’re going to be alright.” Edwin felt his heart stop. A 267 was an accident with serious or critical injuries. “Who is it?!” He asked. He then grabbed the girl inside his truck to give the signal and handed her the radio. Four long honks sounded and everyone stopped speaking in shock. Edwin had grabbed his bullhorn and announced, “We have a 267 two miles back from the finish line. I need everyone to stay put until we can get everything sorted.” He spoke. “Edwin. It’s Azha.” The girl spoke. Edwin felt tears come to his eyes, the young driver was like a daughter to him. “Go get her group now!” He yelled.

Ja Khel, Giana, Jirani, and Keyani stood with the F1 guys talking about the race and explaining the underground to them when they heard the horn. They froze as the boys looked confused. “What’s happening?” Oscar asked. “Someone is hurt,” Giana spoke. “Four honks from Edwin means someone is hurt.” The boys all looked at each other in worry. Then they spotted one of Edwin’s girls running towards them. Giana felt tears spring to her eyes as she grabbed Ja Khel’s hand. “You all need to come with me now! Get in your cars and get to Edwin.” The girl spoke before taking off back to Edwin.

One of the racers had stopped and was trying to get Azha out of her car. The doors were smashed in and glass was scattered along the ground. “Azha I need you to stay with me alright? Keep your eyes open for me.” The male spoke as he crawled in. He took his knife and cut her seatbelt. Another racer had radioed to Edwin the situation and had called 911 after. The male then dragged himself and Azha out of the now-damaged car and the last racer grabbed her dragging her to the grass, laying her there. She checked for a pulse, finding that it was there the girl put pressure on Azha’s stomach where she was bleeding heavily.

“Edwin, what the fuck is going on? Where’s Azha?” Jirani asked as the group made it to the man. “I’m not sure what happened. The other drivers are with her. It’s a 267.” The man spoke. Giana and Keyani began to cry. “What’s a 267?” Charles had asked. The boys had not known Azha that well but they cared for her, especially after seeing how happy she made their fellow driver Lando. “What’s the worst red flag situation in F1 that isn’t death?” Ja Khel asked. The boys all felt their hearts drop. The radio rang again, “Edwin it’s a bad scene but tell her group to come. They need to be here just in case.” One of the drivers spoke. Edwin nodded at the group, “Go.” The group piled into the cars and took off for the accident.

Arriving at the scene the group gasped in horror spotting the mangled car. Parking Jirani and Ja Khel sprinted towards the drivers wanting answers as their girlfriends and the F1 crew were escorted to where Azha lay. Soon enough they all heard the sirens of the ambulance and spotted the lights. They all began to flag down the ambulance. The girl holding pressure on Azha’s wound was then replaced by one of the paramedics. “You guys should go. Get out of here. Thank you.” Giana told the other racers as she watched from the curb as paramedics did their job. The drivers hesitated before running to their cars and taking off. “We’ve lost her pulse!” One of the paramedics said and the group stood in horror. CPR was being done until the other paramedic brought out the defibrillator. Turning on the machine and waiting for the numbers to read ‘4,000’. “Clear!” Then Azha’s body jolted. Nothing. “Clear!” Azha’s body jolted again. Nothing. The girls sobbed. The F1 crew had tried to hold back their tears.

Lando had a million thoughts rushing through his head. What if they couldn’t bring her back? He never got the chance to tell her how he felt. “We’ve got a pulse!” Rang through the cold California air. One of the paramedics approached the group as her partner continued to make sure Asha’s condition was stable. “Are you family?” She asked. The group nodded, afraid for the worse. “We are going to have her Medivac to Zuckerberg Trauma Center. Do you know where that is?” They all said no in response. “It is in San Francisco, in my opinion, it is one of the better options for a trauma center. And getting her there by Medivac will be the fastest just to make sure her chances of survival are higher instead of taking her to a hospital and then transferring her.” The paramedic explained. “We will however have to transport her a little ways down so the helicopter has a place to land.” She added. “Can we see her?” Giana asked. “I would not suggest that, but if that is what you want you can before we transport. You can follow us to the triage area as well.” The paramedic answered. The group nodded and walked to the ambulance where Azha was placed on the stretcher. “Hey Cade, the family would like to see her.” The paramedic told her partner before he loaded the injured girl into the ambulance. He nodded, “Hurry up, she’s critical.” The man told them.

Ja Khel grabbed his sister’s bloodied hand as the others stood beside him looking over her broken and bloody body. “You’re strong Azha, you always have been. You will pull through. We need you here alright? I love you.” His voice cracked. The rest of the group said their thoughts before the paramedic said they needed to leave. The group watched as their friend and sister was loaded into the ambulance before running back to their cars to follow the ambulance.

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leroymacoyperf · 2 years

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Super Saturday Night Everyone 🎥💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🎩🚩🎌

#sexy #smoking hot #beauty #car's & pinups #lowrider life

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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Hi babes!!! I have another Eddie request for you. You have free reign to go crazy.

Wooo

Mami

Pairing: Eddie Guerrero x Fem reader

Description: You get a new nickname from Eddie when you become his tag team partner

Things would be different for you now that you would be both an individual and tag team wrestler feeling nervous as you go to meet your tag team partner. You had heard plenty of things about Eddie Guerrero from people around you and your friends who either knew or had been around him quite a bit hearing that he was a really good guy but was also really flirty with women which made you even more nervous and self conscious about yourself, you weren't bulky in terms of muscles or real big but you were taller than a lot of the women you were on the roster with being only an inch shorter than Chyna who originally was supposed to be his partner but she was completely against it and would only be partners with Jericho, Kane, and Lita leaving the McMahons especially Linda who you really liked chose you to be his partner in tag team matches "Don't worry you'll be fine dear just tell me if anything happens" you try to keep your anxiety at bay but god your nerves were shot after waiting for 30 minutes. You turn to see a Latino man with long hair, some facial hair, and the generous tender look in his eyes when you lock eyes with each other introducing yourselves and just spending the rest of the time getting to know each other learning that all the flirting and anger that came up was only a part of his act as Latino Heat in and out of the ring when cameras were around instead seeing a truly kind, caring, sweet, compassionate, and big hearted man and those qualities only grew over the next few weeks you around each other whether it was training at the gym, backstage, or the locker room to slowly going out for drinks, driving around mostly in his lowrider, or having dinner at one or the other's house over the next two months which truly made you happy than you had been in the past two years suddenly feeling yourself unable to control the smile on your face when you see him and the quiet giggle when he smiles back or winks at you before tagging you in a match. You felt weird being this nicely dressed going in the ring but it felt better on your body than your ring gear most of the time, you grab sips of your water noticing the look on eddie's face "What's with that look Ed?" he stares at you still wearing the red dress that truly made you look even more beautiful to him than you already were while he wears a suit with a long matching tie "You're beautiful Mami" you stare in surprise at him as he walks to you holding your hands in his "You are the most beautiful senorita I have ever seen in all my life and I mean it with all my heart" you truly didn't know what to say at all feeling your heart shake erratically as he gently kisses you with one hand on your waist and the other holding your chin lightly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and run your fingers through strands of his hair until he lifted you in his arms bridal style making you giggle as he carries you to his car "Where are we going?" he gets in and starts his lowrider holding your hand on the gear shift "I'm taking you to a proper dinner and to show you just what I should have shown and given to you already" you laugh as the two of you drive off blushing when he places gentle kisses on your hand.

#eddie guerrero x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #eddie guerrero

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laura-nirvana · 2 months

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top 10 korn songs go

plus

do you want a hug bc everyone deserves one

Yeah I want a hug bc my bf and I will break up 😭😭😭

Anyways bbg 😌✨

Here's my top ten Korn songs

1 Dead Body Everywhere

2 Got the life

3 Falling Away from me

4 All in the family

5 A. D. I. D. A. S

6 Justin

7 Freak on a leash

8 Seed

9 Lowrider

10 Shoots and ladders

These are mostly from follow the leader 😭💀

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sharpflasked · 25 days

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“𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.” ⸻ miguel de unamuno

brandon perea, homosexual, nonbinary ( they/them ) → isn’t that yasmyne 'yaz' solis? i’ve also heard they go by the skeptic. i hear they’re 21 and want to be a chemical engineer. they seem to be perceptive & introspective, but also sarcastic & cynical. they remind me of purple latex, glasses, a flask of vodka & eye rolls.

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𝟶𝟶𝟷 / 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: yasmyne dayani solis 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑: december 2nd, 1980 ( 21 y.o.) 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: the skeptic 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: nonbinary 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌: sagittarius 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: demiromanctic / demi-homosexual 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: student ( junior ) ; pursuing chemical engineering & pharmecuticals

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𝟶𝟶𝟸 / 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 5'7 ft 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 155 lbs 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛: brown 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍: semi athletic / hourglass shaped 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: navel / ears / nose stud 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜: a trace of vines along their right hand. 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜: a faint scar along the bridge of their nose 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎: ' 2000s bartender / vixen ' backless t-shirts, lowrider jeans, chokers, latex corsets 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖: brandon perea

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𝟶𝟶𝟹 / 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝: true neutral 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜: insightful, clever, perceptive, resilient, assistive 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜: sarcastic, irritable, harsh, cynical, distrusting 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜: rolls eyes at most things, a swig of their flask, eyebrow raise, exasperated sighs 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜: raven ( teen titans ) / piper halliwell ( charmed ) / mai ( avatar: the last airbender ) / jane lane ( daria ) / squidward tentacles ( spongebob squarepants ) / emma frost ( x-men ) / max black ( 2 broke girls ) / wendy christensen ( final destination 3 ) / miranda bailey ( grey's anatomy )

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𝟶𝟶𝟺 / 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: aita solis ( mother ) / dalin rodriguez ( father / deceased ) 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜: gabrielle solis ( yes, from desperate housewises ) ( aunt ) 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢: pretty healthy / tonsils & appendix removed at an early age / allerigic to shellfish. 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜: currently working as a bartender to cover living costs. 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: O

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𝟶𝟶𝟻 / 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

✚ an only child to aita and dalin, yasmyne quickly understood that in life, you can't depend on others and you survive by your own will. with their father dying when yaz was a toddler, it's always been them and aita growing up, and raising a child with no help would be aita's lot in life. seeing that there really wasn't much help or support coming for either of them, yaz grew up earlier than what most kids should. by the age of 7, they were already getting up by themselves and ready for the schoolbus, leading them into another world where they had to fend for themselves. their excel in academics was born out of keeping stress away, not out of interest, but either way it benefitted yaz in their first forms of education, particularly their knack for science. seeing it as a way to be secure and stable, yasmyne would hone their skills in high school through science fairs and competitions, all the while balancing jobs to provide for home & beating out several other peers for a spot at lawrence university, where the chemistry program was one of the best in the country. in order to do that, yaz would perfect their thesis and projects, all the while studying the fault points of others. perhaps if they considered them friends, yaz would have been less calculating, but given that they've known most of their classmates since kindergarten, they knew exactly who they were dealing with, and that they wouldn't give two fucks of doing the same. either way, yasmyne made sure their spot was safe.

getting accepted into the college should have felt like a win, but to yaz, it was just another step to securing a decent future, and given they had done what most college students hadn't in terms of balancing a work life with a high academics life, yaz didn't seem all that phased. plus, college was filled with even more stupid people with very undeserved privilege who were only here on either legacy or family money, as well as a different breed of snakes looking to be on top and who thought they were better than yasmyne, especially in their department. but yaz doesn't falter, and into their junior year, they're in the top 5. all they want is to get their degree and get the hell out, but a bump in the road occurs when the headmaster's son, marcus, is killed unexpectedly. yaz never cared for the socialites and populars on campus, so they really thought this wouldn't have anything to do with them ... for once, they'd be very wrong.

#mysteryintro #[ ✚ ] type 6: yasmyne + pinned.

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human-antithesis · 2 months

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Korn - Life is Peachy (October 15th, 1996) Country: United States Genre: Nu Metal

Lineup: Jonathan Davis - Vocals, Bagpipes, Guitars (Tracks 7, 14) Head - Guitars, Vocals (Track 12) Munky - Guitars Fieldy - Bass David Silveria - Drums

Guest/Session: Chino Moreno - Vocals (Track 10) Nathan Davis - Vocals (Track 11) Chuck Johnson - Cowbell (Track 12)

Tracklist:

Twist - 00:49

Chi - 03:54

Lost - 02:55

Swallow - 03:38

Porno Creep - 02:01

Good God - 03:20

Mr. Rogers - 05:10

Kunt - 03:02

No Place to Hide - 03:31

Wicked (Ice Cube Cover) - 04:00

A.D.I.D.A.S. - 02:32

Lowrider - 00:58

Ass Itch - 03:39

Kill You - 08:39

#Telegram #Korn #Nu Metal #Jonathan Davis #Head #Munky #Fieldy #David Silveria #Chino Moreno #Nathan Davis #Chuck Johnson #Ice Cube #Cover #United States #USA #US

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rockislandadultreads · 2 years

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Hispanic Heritage Month: Delicious Eats!

Chicano Eats: Recipes from My Mexican-American Kitchen by Esteban Castillo

Esteban Castillo grew up in Santa Ana, California, where more than three-quarters of the population is Latino. Because Mexican food was the foundation of his childhood, he was surprised to see recipes for dishes on popular food blogs that were anything but the traditional meals he grew up eating. He was inspired to create the blog, Chicano Eats, to showcase his love for design, cooking, and culture and provide a space for authentic Latino voices, recipes, and stories to be heard. Building on his blog, Chicano Eats is a bicultural and bilingual cookbook that includes 85 traditional and fusion Mexican recipes as gorgeous to look at as they are sublime to eat. Chicano cuisine is Mexican food made by Chicanos (Mexican Americans) that has been shaped by the communities in the U.S. where they grew up. It is Mexican food that bisects borders and uses a group of traditional ingredients—chiles, beans, tortillas, corn, and tomatillos—and techniques while boldly incorporating many exciting new twists, local ingredients, and influences from other cultures and regions in the United States.

Turnip Greens & Tortillas: A Mexican Chef Spices Up the Southern Kitchen by Eddie Hernandez, Susan Puckett, Angie Mosier (Photographer)

USA Today called Taqueria del Sol “a runaway success.” Bon Appétit wrote: “Move over, Chipotle!” The fast-casual food of Eddie Hernandez, the James Beard-nominated chef/co-owner of the restaurant, lands on the commonalities of Southern and Mexican food, with dishes like Memphis barbecue pork tacos, chicken pot pie served in a “bowl” of a puffed tortilla, turnip greens in “pot likker” spiked with chiles, or the “Eddie Palmer,” sweet tea with a jab of tequila. Eddie never hesitates to break with purists to make food taste better, adding sugar to creamy grits to balance the jalapeños, or substituting tomatillos in fried green tomatoes for a more delicate texture. Throughout, “Eddie’s Way” sidebars show how to make each dish even more special.

Mallmann on Fire: 100 Inspired Recipes to Grill Anytime, Anywhere by Francis Mallmann

“Elemental, fundamental, and delicious” is how Anthony Bourdain describes the trailblazing live-fire cooking of Francis Mallmann. The New York Times called Mallmann’s first book, Seven Fires, “captivating” and “inspiring.” And now, in Mallmann on Fire, the passionate master of the Argentine grill takes us grilling in magical places—in winter’s snow, on mountaintops, on the beach, on the crowded streets of Manhattan, on a deserted island in Patagonia, in Paris, Brooklyn, Bolinas, Brazil—each locale inspiring new discoveries as revealed in 100 recipes for meals both intimate and outsized. We encounter legs of lamb and chicken hung from strings, coal-roasted delicata squash, roasted herbs, a parrillada of many fish, and all sorts of griddled and charred meats, vegetables, and fruits, plus rustic desserts cooked on the chapa and baked in wood-fired ovens. At every stop along the way there is something delicious to eat and a lesson to be learned about slowing down and enjoying the process, not just the result.

Trejo's Tacos: Recipes and Stories from L.A. by Danny Trejo, Hugh Garvey

From the legendary actor and L.A restaurateur comes a cookbook featuring 75 badass recipes, from lowrider donuts and award-winning vegan cauliflower tacos to a sweet and spicy brisket inspired by Danny's mom's barbacoa.

Throughout Danny's life, sharing good food has always been essential--whether it was home-cooked meals made by his mom while imagining the menu for their dream restaurant or whipping up post-wrap celebratory tacos for his Hollywood friends. Now, with his own restaurant empire growing, Danny shares his favorite recipes for bold, fun, and versatile Mexican food by way of L.A. You'll come away with the know-how and skills for cooking slow-braised pork shoulder with bacon and chiles for unbelievably flavorful carnitas, turning spiced fried chicken or Mexi-falafel into tacos and burritos, and how to make cotija and chile mashed potatoes that will impress all your friends (especially when served with brisket!).

The book also includes stories about Danny's lifelong love of food, from the meals his mom made when he was growing up in the San Fernando Valley to a map of his favorite restaurants and hangouts in Los Angeles, how his time in prison led to his acting career and opening a restaurant, and his journey of becoming an AA/NA counselor. Like Danny's restaurants, Trejo's Tacos is generous, hospitable, and symbolic of L.A.'s vibrant Latino culture.

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