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misangremellama · 2 years

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Orange County elote vendor Francisco Azcona, 22, has lost his hand and is gravely injured after picking up a homemade aluminum bomb he thought was trash outside his home. His left hand has now been amputated and his right hand is injured.

Azcona is a third-generation elotero, and had just moved to Santa Ana, California, two months prior in search of a better life. He left behind his almost two-year-old daughter in Mexico, and as his brother-in-law Luis López told People en Español, “he looks for her a lot” from his hospital bed.

López explained that the explosion happened at 10:15 a.m. on June 17, when they are usually “cleaning the elote.” Occurring just outside Azcona’s home, he picked up an aluminum-wrapped ball thinking it was trash.

“It was like a little ball wrapped in aluminum. He wanted to throw it in the trash and that’s when it exploded,” López said. Santa Ana police now say it was actually an “expansive bomb,” destroying the vendor’s left hand and wrist.

While police are investigating the tragedy as an attack, there were no cameras at the scene that could help to identify the perpetrator. As can be expected, Azcona currently feels “bad, sad, he feels fear.” The family is also extremely fearful after the attack.

Per the outlet, Azcona is from San Antonio la Portilla Tecamachalco, Puebla, and worked in greenhouses back in Mexico. He had just started in the elote business upon moving to California, learning the trade from family members.

Now, a GoFundMe has been set in place in order to help Azcona and his family after the tragedy. Created by Azcona’s wife’s cousin Rosa Lopez, she explains the funds will go towards therapy costs, hospital bills, food and more. She also described how Azcona and his wife Jacqueline Lopez just arrived in California, and their young daughter had to be left behind with her grandparents in Mexico.

As a street vendor, Azcona will not be able to work for the time being.

#Francisco Azcona #mutual aid #elotero #community aid

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crippledgoddess · 11 months

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i went to las vegas for a week and im astonished every unhinged thing u wrote in the vegas chapter of garçon étoile is jus the truth. there were mormons protesting right next to hookers holding fuck me signs 😭 🖐️ i felt regulus when he said he never seen more naked bodies in his life even off the strip people go into the store almost naked. it’s a whole different world this is the amount of prostitution cards ppl gave me over the week

i love the city but im not made for its unhingedness

THIS HAS ME CRYING, WHY DID U ACCEPT THE CARDS 😭 😭 THE FIRST RULE OF VEGAS IS LEARNING HOW TO SAY NO AND SPEED WALKING AWAY

If ur still there, fr be careful with the card slappers, some of them will make you pay even if u just take the card. A lot of slappers on the strip are scammy

But yeah, I went to middle and high school in Vegas so everything in that chapter was factual and shit you’d actually see. It’s crazy, I love it, my favourite city ever. You can do the most batshit insane shit and we’ll act like it’s a normal Tuesday, because it is 💀 it’s really The Place to express yourself freely. You’ll get judged if YOURE judging someone, we don’t do that there

#selene is oversharing #those cards bring me back to my school years lmfaooo #we’d trade them like Pokémon cards #whoever had the prettiest would win $$$ for the elotero after school #a bad rhetoric for children i know. but it’s Vegas

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streetgxd · 1 year

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Juarez nocturno

#juarez #eloteros #Mexico #urbanphotography #elpaso

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alildude · 1 year

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i miss him :/

#him is the elotero i saw riding around my neighborhood yesterday

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cupid-moon · 1 year

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i feel like a mfing dog

#MY HEAD SPIKED UP. SO FAST AT HEARING THE ELOTEROS BELL #I CANT

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wawataka · 2 years

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ordering a mangoneada on a hot summer evening >> selfcare

#taking a break from reigen posting #thank god #gonna kiss the elotero #stronger than any us marine #support your local businesses 💪#cnp rants

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berniedette · 2 years

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I need him (el elotero)

#I want some elote 😭#personal #el elotero

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kuramirocket · 2 years

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Hi everyone, my name is Rosa, and I am asking for aid on behalf of my cousin Jaqueline Lopez and her husband, Francisco Azcona, who had just arrived from Mexico. They are parents to a little girl who is currently with her grandparents. Unfortunately, this past Friday, June 17th, Francisco suffered a terrible accident, which resulted in the complete loss of his hand. The detectives say it was caused by a homemade bomb planted on their doorstep. Both are street vendors (eloteros), and they have been unable to work due to the accident. We are asking for any aid to help cover the expenses of therapy, medical bills, rent, etc. Thank you.

Hola, soy Rosa y estoy pidiendo ayuda por parte de mis prima Jacqueline Lopez, la cual acaba de llegar de Mexico con sus esposo Francisco Azcona. Ellos son padres de una niña que ahorita esta al cuidado de sus abuelitos.Desafortunadamente, el Viernes 17 de Junio su esposo, sufrio un accidente que resulto en la perdida completa de su mano. Los detectives dicen que fue causa de una bomba casera que fue plantada en la puerta de su casa. Ellos son vendedores ambulantes y con esta tragedia no han podido salir a trabajar. Por eso, pedimos la ayuda de todos para recaudar fondos, que ayuden con los gastos de terapias, biles del hospital, comidas, etc. Cualquier ayuda es apreciada.

#donate #single boost #street vendors #crowdfunding #mutual aid #mexico #eloteros #usa #united states #california

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into-crazy · 2 years

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juicy

Ledger!Joker x Reader drabble

Summary: The elotero comes around and you share a mango with J.

Warnings- The reader speaks Spanish, J being his usual self, pretty much fluff, ages 18+

Alright, so this is a very self indulgent piece that came into my head while I was eating a mango🥭 Now the reader doesn't necessarily have to be of Latino/Hispanic or any other ethnicities which speak Spanish to be able to read or connect with this. Since I know a lot of people who aren't but can speak little to pretty good Spanish. I also added the English translations to make it easier. I wrote this for funsies!

It's a warm, early evening in the city of Gotham and you are spending it at home. Joker has been here with you the entire day, and the only thing you've both done was relax. J came to terms with the fact that he needed a break too every now and then. A brief moment to rest up and refresh before he can go back out and resume terrorizing the city. Or having fun with his BFF- also known as- The Batman.

J was in a good mood today. He’d taken a shower this morning. Ate a proper breakfast which was prepared ever so lovingly by you. And he even watched a couple of movies with you on your couch without grumbling about being bored to death.

Now, he's sitting quietly next to you while you paint your toenails. His feet are propped up on the coffee table, arm extending along the top of the couch with his face pointed towards the ceiling. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady, but he's not asleep. He's just relishing in this peaceful atmosphere with you. Well, that and he really likes the strong scent of the nail polish for some strange reason. So he'll take any chance he can get to be by you when you bring out the polishes.

You finish with the nails on one foot and move on to the next. Dipping the brush in the bottle to collect more paint as you shift your legs around. A song by one of your favorite artists is playing on low volume on the television. You softly hum along to the tune of the music. Once you finish, you prop both your feet up right next to J's so that the polish can properly dry. You bring your attention towards J and you simply stare at him.

His hair is sprawled onto the cushion behind him. His face is completely bare, clear of the thick layers greasepaint he usually wears. So you can see every inch of his real face. He looks a lot different without the makeup on. Sure the areas around his eyes might be slightly stained due to the overuse of the black greasepaint. Though you can still see all of his handsome features. The tissue of his scars are a lot more visible, and you can't help but want to love on them each time you glance at them. But you know J wouldn't really appreciate the excessive affection towards them. He has to be in a very specific type of mood to allow you to give lots of love and attention to his scars.

Getting the familiar sense that you were looking at him, J opens his eyes. He turns his head slightly to find you doing just that. Gazing at him adoringly with a half smile.

"What?" He grumbles.

"Nothing." You hum, still looking at him with your sparkling gaze. "I just wanted to look at you. Is that a crime?"

J chuckles, "it's not. But I can show ya a real crime if you're interested."

You shake your head as you return the laugh. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"Can't say I don't try," he replies before glancing down at your feet. "Let me see."

You point your toes up and wiggle them so he can see the color you chose. "I like it. Just a little something to make my toes look a little nicer."

J hums, but he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't care what your toes look like. He'll just acknowledge the things that make you happy, even if they're insignificant to him.

The song that's playing on the TV is coming to an end as it fades out. As it does, you hear something outside. It sounds like a horn going off repeatedly. You know that sound. It's the familiar honking sound of a bicycle horn. Growing up, you'd hear that same sound almost every day in the neighborhood.

"The elotero!" You gasp excitedly as you jump off of the couch, practically running to the window so you can look outside. Your hasty actions catch J by surprise and he sits up fully.

"The what?"

"It's the corn man." You translate, peeking through the blinds to try and spot said man. After scanning the entire area, sure enough, you see him slowing coming down your street. Pushing his cart full of goodies straight your way. You press your finger rather aggressively against the glass to point him out. "There he is- right there!"

J is still confused as to what you are saying as he walks over to you. He peeks through to see what you're trying to show him. However, you move away from the window when he looks through. He spots him instantly. This man seems to be just a regular street vendor. So he tries to figure what the big deal is about. He then looks at you for an explanation as to why you've just lost your mind.

But there is no time to stop and explain, you might miss the guy if you do that. So you move and talk at the same time, slipping on your shoes and grabbing some cash out of your wallet. "He sells street food. They're called corn guys because they're mostly known for selling ears of corn on sticks. But they sell other stuff too, like shaved ice, candy, potato chips, chicharrones, and my favorite- mangos."

"Chi cha- who now? You must be making your own words up." J squints at one of the words you said.

You giggle heartily at his attempt. At least he tried. "Chicharrones," you repeat, "they're Mexican wheel chips. But hey, I will be right back. I'm going to go get a mango."

The door shuts and locks quickly behind you.

You feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you walk up towards the cart. Memories from your past replay in your mind. You remember the warm summer evenings when you would be chilling at home. Hearing the same horn coming from outside. It was always that same horn too. It could be a different man, a different day. But they all had the same horn, with the same distinct toot. Some just sounding more worn than others.

There was a small line of people, and you were the last one. So you waited there patiently. Wondering if J was peering down at you through the window. Upon glancing up, you find out that indeed he was. The blinds don't bend around like that by themselves. You laugh to yourself at the thought.

Finally, the person before you leaves and it is now your turn.

Walking up, you smile at the elotero as he greets you warmly.

"Hola buenas noches." // "Hello good evening."

"Buenas noches." You reply, "¿Puedo comprar un mango con chamoy y Tajín?" // "Good evening." ~ "Can I buy a mango with chamoy and Tajín?"

The man nods, and gets right to work on putting it together. He does it effortlessly, you can tell he's been doing this for years. It takes him no more than four minutes to cut up the fruit into slices and add them into a large container along with all the other ingredients and toppings. Once he's finished, he places a fork in there and wraps two napkins around it then hands the cup to you.

You take it graciously, "Gracias. ¿Cuánto es?" // "Thank you. How much is it?"

"Cuatro cincuenta." // "Four fifty."

He stands there while you open up your wallet to take out the cash. You hand him a five dollar bill, and he gives you two quarters back. "Muchas gracias." // "Thanks a lot."

The elotero gives a final nod, then carries on with his cart. Honking the horn as he continues down the street.

Making your way back to your apartment, you couldn't help but stare at the cup the entire way. Stumbling over a step on the stairs and almost dropping it by not paying attention.

Once you're inside, you head into the kitchen where J is. Standing there, waiting for you. You place the cup on top of the counter and excitedly remove one of the mango slices. There was no time to waste as you've waiting too long already. Your mouth waters just before you bring it to your mouth and bite into it. Savoring the sweet and sour taste of the piece.

"Mm," you sigh happily. Your taste buds are finally satisfied.

You look over at J while continuing with the fruit. He examines the contents of the container, trying to figure out what's all in there. You're wondering what he's thinking, since the look on his face is blank.

"Well that uh, looks like a lot going on. What is that dark stuff and those red flakes?" He asks pointing at it.

"That is chamoy, which is basically a saucy condiment." You point out, licking said sauce from your fingertips. "And that's Tajín. It's like a salty, spicy seasoning."

J gets a closer look. "That doesn't sound like something ya put on fruit."

You hum, "it's good, try it." Grabbing a slice, you hold it out to him. He looks at you, a skeptical look on his face while he determines whether to take it or not. You grow impatient, and further insist. "What? Are you allergic to mangos or something?"

"No." He draws out.

"So try it then. You seem interested. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing here pondering over them like that."

J looks down at the fruit then plucks it out of your hand. He looks it over for a brief second and takes a huge bite out of it. His face switches from unamused to that of intrigue with every chew. He quickly downs the rest and goes in for another. "Alright, these are not bad at all."

His response makes you grin, content with his admitted approval. "I know, they're so good. So sweet and juicy."

"Yeah they are." He hums, lewdly slurping on one of the mango slices. "They remind me of you." He licks his lips and you gasp.

"Joker!" You exclaim. Even though you've known J for quite some time now, you will never deny the fact that he still(and probably always will) have the power to make you blush profusely with his suggestive ways.

You both spend the next five minutes laughing with one another while finishing up the rest of the mango slices together.

#into-crazy #heath ledger joker #tdk joker #the dark knight joker #ledger joker x reader #joker x reader #ledger joker #ledger!joker #ledger joker imagine #joker imagine #the dark knight

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garagegrrrl · 2 years

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Elotero

#elote #mexico #plaza #durango #photography #mexican

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gogomeaty · 10 months

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Mexican candies I think Dethklok would like :0)

Nathan: Lagrimitas

I think Nathan is more a sabory person than a sweet person so he would love lagrimitas, churritos, chicarrones and elotes with salsa and everything you cannot change my mind, everytime he sees the elotero he would run to buy one or any other thing like this, lmao.

Pickles: Skwinkles

Pickles would make a whole plate of skwinkles like if it was a real plate of pasta and eat it like is nothing. Not making this his favorite because the name is basically skwickles haha no....

Murderface: pulparindo

He would fight for the pulparindos because it is his favorite and trading it with other people if they don't like it, also maybe he likes the cucharitas too.

Skwisgaar: Mazapán

His shirt will be full of crumbs, but he doesn't care and if you can not understand what he is saying normally, you will not understand anything when he talks while eating a mazapán.

Toki: Tix tix

Okay i know he's diabetic but this things are so good Toki could not resist eating at least two, the best part is biting the whole thing and feeling the chalky sensation while eating it /nods nods.

#metalocalypse #the tix tix are little so i think toki could eat more than two but im really not sure so yeah two

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supernaturalkickparty · 8 months

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Here I am again with another Hispanic Heritage Month post but this time it's two of my favorite local businesses.

Sew Bonita -

https://sewbonita.com/ a local business that has everything from home decor, jewelry, books, and certain items imported from Mexico

Bonita Design Company -

Another local business that has shirts, rosaries, and bags, the owner of this shop is a young teen who runs it alongside her mother.

Also to remember to support your local latin based owners all year round, not just this month.

Support your panaderías, taqueros, eloteros, paleteros, y el fruteros.

#hispanic heritage month #support local #support latin businesses