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Letra: En el baño hay cuadro tu te pones ahí Yo te lo voy a hundir Me tienes adicto a ti Así te vas a sentir y dejémoslo ahí, me caracterizare por si me sale tu ex .

Vaqueo Yo tu Jordan Y tu mi Kendal J Vaqueo Cuando en el F Parqueo Vaqueo Yo tu Jordan Y tu mi Kendal J Vaqueo Cuando en el F Parqueo

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Fall Into Me 7

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Rose makes a decision that is ultimately better for her health, and gets some unexpected help. The boys learn a little something new.

Poly 141 x Vaqueos x f!OC Rose

Warnings: Swearing, people being stubborn, Rose is still Jewish.

Word count: 1.7k

Rose bounced into the coffee shop on Friday morning, humming. She still didn’t have help, but she’d decided to just close the coffee shop for the weekend. She’d left the sign up on Wednesday. (Soap had nearly picked her up in a hug when he saw it, ignoring her squeaked protests.) 

So she just had to make it through today and she’d have a weekend off again. 

It wasn’t a long term solution, but it was a solution. At least she’d have some down time to catch up on things. 

Humming to herself, Rose unlocked the door and let herself in before locking it again. The shop didn’t open for another twenty minutes, and she needed the time to get ready for the day. Idly, she wondered which of the guys she’d see today. She didn’t see all of them every day - Ghost was still a more seldom sight, but the others had become a rotating cast of her life. 

Alejandro was first, sweeping in the door half an hour after the shop opened with roses. When she blushed, he merely grinned at her, pulling her into a hug and murmuring that she was adorable before he vanished again. 

Rose huffed. But she arranged the roses in the vases, humming along with the music. 

“Mornin’, love,” Gaz greeted her as he walked in, a full hour earlier than normal. 

“Hi Gaz.” Rose blinked at him and then checked the clock. “You’re here awfully early.” 

“Thought I’d help out this morning.” Gaz shrugged with an easy smile.

Rose eyed him for a moment. She was quickly learning that when it came to these men, she’d met her match in terms of stubborn. “Oh, fine. It’s not worth fighting over. Have you ever used an espresso machine before?” 

“Nah, but I’ll pick it up.” 

“There’s an extra apron in the back. Go on.” Rose shooed him behind the counter and then into the back, shaking her head. “You’re gonna have to learn on the fly.” She moved back into place behind the register as the first usual came in. 

Admittedly, the morning rush was easier when she had help. Gaz was cheerful, took direction well, and, well… Rose noted a bit of tittering from some of the ladies that worked upstairs. He did make good eye candy. 

But the best moment of the morning was when Soap came in, whistling, and stopped dead at the sight of Gaz behind the bar. Rose nearly laughed herself sick at the look on his face. 

“You replaced me already?” Soap asked, hand over his chest with an exaggerated pout.

Rose waved him off, fighting to get her laughter back under control. “Much like you, he didn’t take no for an answer.”

“If you’re not careful, you’ll have to start paying them,” Ghost drawled as he walked in. 

Rose shrugged. “I can afford one of them. Probably.” 

“Let them fight it out,” Ghost advised, walking up to the counter. 

“Preferably not in here,” she quipped, already getting a cup for him. “The usual?” 

He nodded, and Rose just chuckled as she started on his tea. 

“One for me too?” Soap popped up next to Ghost. Ghost didn’t even seem perturbed, making Rose wonder how often that had happened. Something else itched at the back of her mind, seeing the two standing so close together like that, but she pushed it away for now. 

“If you don’t start a fight.” Her smile was teasing as she grabbed a second cup. “You have any plans for tonight?” 

Soap shrugged. “Might go out.” He glanced at Gaz, raising an eyebrow, and Gaz just shrugged. “We’ll see later. You?” 

“I’ve got plans with some friends.” Rose tapped her fingers against the counter at the reminder. “I’ll probably be closing up a little bit early, maybe half an hour or so. Have to get halfway across town.” 

“I hope you have fun.” His smile softened to something more sincere. 

“Thanks.” Rose set the milk out for them. “You, too, whatever you end up doing.” 

“Cheers.” Soap stepped aside for the next person in line, nudging Ghost along too. Ghost didn’t even grumble. That itch in Rose’s mind got more insistent. 

“You won’t be out late, will you?” Gaz asked at the next lull. He was cleaning the espresso machine under her watchful eye. 

“I doubt it. I’m not much of a party person.” Rose shrugged. “Why?”

“Would feel better if I knew you got home safe, is all.” Gaz shrugged, looking mildly abashed. 

Rose was quiet for a few moments before she sighed. “Alright, alright. You can let everyone else know too. Last thing I need is you lot forming a search party. What’s your number?”

Grinning, Gaz rattled it off, watching upside-down as she sent him a text. “Thanks, love.”

“Don’t abuse it,” she grumbled, though she was smiling. “If you drunk text me, I reserve the right to wake you up at 4 in the morning.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Gaz gave her a cheeky salute. 

Rose chuckled and bumped his shoulder with hers. “How long are you planning to stay?” 

“All day.” At her incredulous look, he shrugged. “At least through the lunch rush. Get you through most of the day, yeah?” 

For a moment, Rose was speechless. Then she swallowed hard and nodded. “You are entirely too sweet.” 

His expression softened and he rubbed one hand up and down her arm. “Not a bad thing to need help, you know. We’ve all got each other. And now we’ve got you, too.” 

Rose blinked rapidly at that and she shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand you,” she murmured, voice a little thick.

Gaz made a wordless noise and reeled her into a hug, tight and warm and wonderful. Rose melted, just a little, burrowing in and just breathing. At least until she felt more stable. Then she leaned back. 

“Stop that or you’ll actually make me cry,” she sort of berated him, though she squeezed his arm before she let go. 

“Sorry.” He did, in fact, look apologetic. 

“It’s fine. Just. Been a while.” Rose drew in a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s check on the amount of drip coffee we’ve got, before things get busy. Half of surviving the rushes is just in being prepared.” 

“Sounds a lot like our previous work.” But Gaz moved to the drip coffee machines. 

“If I start reminding you of John, we have problems.”

“Nah. You’re a lot nicer than he is.” 

“Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Trust me, he’s heard much worse.” Gaz poked at the decaf machine. “This one’s getting low.”

“So it is.” Rose stepped over to show him how to brew more at the correct strength so it didn’t turn into tar sludge. 

True to his word, Gaz stayed through the lunch rush. Rodolfo brought lunch for all three of them, setting up one of the tables and holding Rose’s chair for her. 

She had to focus very hard on not crying, because this level of attention and kindness? She wasn’t used to it. 

“Rodolfo,” she started, looking down at her plate and then back to him, “did you make this?”

“I did.” 

“Damn. You are a good cook and this is delicious.”

He colored a little, looking down at his own plate. “I’m glad you like it. It’s a recipe from home.” 

“I love it.” Rose hummed. “Maybe we can swap recipes sometime. It’s been a while since I’ve had someone new to cook for.”

“Any time.” His smile was probably the warmest she’d ever seen from him. 

“Just gonna leave me out?” Gaz asked with an exaggerated pout.

“Geeze, Gaz. I’ve seen dogs that aren’t as good at begging looks.” Rose shook her head. “I suppose you can have some, too.”

“I’ll judge,” Gaz said with a wink. “See who’s the better cook.”

“That way lay danger,” Rose muttered, though she was grinning. “On your own head be it.” 

Rodolfo laughed quietly. “We’ll save him the embarrassment,” he said. “And call it a tie.”

Rose barked a laugh, shaking her head. “Just for that? You can decide what kind of cookies you want.” 

Lunch didn’t last much longer, and the two men cleaned up while insisting she take it easy. Rose circumvented that by handling a customer who walked in. 

Both Rodolfo and Gaz got hugs before she shooed them back upstairs, insisting she’d handle the rest of the day on her own. 

Rose started cleaning at about five, knowing she would only get a few stragglers in before she closed. She was so close to being doing and being able to go home, grab the challah, and get going to her friend’s apartment. 

“Still have time for a cuppa?”

She blinked and looked up at John, and then smiled. “Of course,” she agreed. “How many of the others have abandoned you by now?”

John chuckled quietly, leaning against the counter. “Alejandro is still here.”

Rose laughed. “No wonder you need a top up. No Friday plans for yourself?”

“Nah. Not one to go out.” He shrugged. “I’ll pick up something on the way home.”

“Sounds quiet.” And lonely. But she didn’t add that.

“After this week, the quiet will be nice.” John watched her, smiling a little. “And what about you?” 

“Going to shabbat dinner.” Rose realized what she’d admitted a moment too late and then froze. Oh hell. 

To his credit, though, John only blinked once. “Do you go every week?”

“No,” Rose said, relaxing a little but still watchful. “Only once in a while.” 

“Good you get to enjoy sometimes.” His smile was crooked and a little sad. “You should mention to Rudy, too. So he doesn’t accidentally serve you pork.” 

At that, Rose relaxed the rest of the way. “I don’t keep kosher, I never have. Wasn’t raised that way.” 

“I see.” John relaxed a little as she did. “Well. I hope you enjoy your shabbat.”

“Thank you.” Rose set his tea in front of him. “Have a good weekend, John.” 

He nodded to her and left. Rose followed him to the door to lock up after him. Might as well go home a little early.  (In the elevator, John pulled out his phone and went to the group chat, which he rarely used, and typed in a simple message: She’s Jewish.)

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task 141 + los vaqueos x germen reader pt2

A/N: this is pt2 of the germen reader i still have no title name for it so if anyone has any idea pleae let me know what i should call this series

continuation: "Wir haben ein neues Ziel, eine Frau namens Valeria" (we have a new target a woman named Valeria) the room was silent for a minute then a teammate know as grim one of ur closest friend also one of the best technician on the base spoke up "Oh, was ist so besonders an ihr?" (oh whats so special about her?) "Valeria Garza, auch bekannt als „El Sin Nombre“ (Die Namenlose). Sie ist eine ehemalige Offizierin der mexikanischen Spezialeinheiten." the captain interrupted (Valeria Garza, also known as "El Sin Nombre" (The Nameless). She is a former officer in the Mexican Special Forces.) prism our medic who has saved our asses more than once was in shock "Mexikaner? Was zum Teufel macht sie in Deutschland?" (Mexican? what the fuck is she doing in germany?)....the captain replied with "Sie wurde vor einer Weile verhaftet, konnte jedoch entkommen und uns wurde gesagt, dass sie hierher kam, um etwas Großes zu planen"(she was arrested a while ago however she escaped and we were told she came here planning something big) he then said "wir wissen nicht, was sie plant, aber wir wissen, dass sie neben den grauen Kobras arbeitet" (we do not know what she is planning but we do know is that she is working alongside the graue Kobras) the room was yet again silent the graue Kobras were an organization that we are trying to stop for years now but had no luck and went off the radar from the last mission which went downhill they got a tip from someone that we were going to ambush their base and left the compound before we could even get in all that remained was a trap it was a bomb on one of the doors that Cruz a teammate that was known for his ability to hack into a device in seconds was supposed to breach once he had opened the door and set the bomb it exploded and there was nothing left

of him but his dog tags that u still carry it with u.u cant help but feel that it was ur fault u were their lieutenant u could have stoped him.... U were brought back into reality by my captains rough voice "Sie führt das Kartell rund um den Globus und regiert Las Almas, Mexiko, mit eiserner Faust, während sie auch anderen Kriminellen und Terroristen bei ihren Anfragen hilft wie Hassan Zyani. Sie ist auch der Erzfeind von Alejandro Vargas." Valeria Garza, also known as El Sin" (She leads the cartel around the world and rules Las Almas, Mexico with an iron fist while also helping other criminals and terrorists with their requests like Hassan Zyani. She is also the nemesis of Alejandro Vargas." Valeria Garza, also known as El Sin) prism grunted and spoke up "Warte, warum fangen wir sie, wenn sie eine mexikanische Kriminelle ist?" (wait so why are we catching her if she is a mexican criminal?) the captain then proceeded to state how they owed some sort of favor to a friend named Laswell to be honest u weren't paying much attention as ur team started to argue with the captain about. "schweigt euch alle!" (shut up all of u) the captain shouted now frustrated at his team, everyoneone went silent "Wir müssen dem kommenden Team helfen, sie und die grauen Kobras von ihren Plänen abzuhalten" (we have to help the coming team to stop her and the graue Kobras from whatever they are planning) he paused "also wer ist dabei?" (so who is in?)u were angry and honestly still in denial of what happed to Cruz u wanted revenge and this was probably the only opportunity u will get. "Ich bin dabei" (i am in) u spoke up the captain returning a firm nod as ur other teammates look at u with hesitation and then agreed. the captain then started to go over the plan and gave all of us the files which contains the new team members we were going to help task 141 and los vaqueros the captain told us to know there names and everything about them as they probably know already a lot about us.

A/N: apperently there is a word limit here so i will post the rest of pt2 in another post i mean im still working on it right this second

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Don Camilo II. Por Tomás Cortés

Don Camilo II. Por Tomás Cortés

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Mr Kern aterriza en Autsaider Cómics en 2018. ¡OJO!

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Casa Tino, la memoria de Valladolid

Casa Tino echa hoy el cierre en el número 4 de la calle Manzana, después de 24 años, aunque en un mes la familia Martínez espera poder abrir las puertas de nuevo en el número 1 de la calle Alarcón, en otro local al que intentarán trasladar la esencia, el encanto, las nostalgias y, por supuesto, el buen hacer culinario. Con el cierre de esta casa de comidas caseras, debido a la rehabilitación del edificio, no asistimos sólo a un traslado de negocio, si no que se pierde gran parte de la memoria de la sociedad vallisoletana, porque la historia comenzó a narrarse entre estas cuatro paredes cubiertas de hermosos azulejos mucho antes, en el año 1939, cuando Hilario y Piedad abrieron el antiguo Suazo, famoso por sus guisos y sus huevos fritos.

Toreros, políticos, escritores, artistas, profesionales liberales, deportistas, empresarios, periodistas, y muchos otros ciudadanos y visitantes han pasado por este pequeño negocio de hostelería. La familia Suazo lo mantuvo abierto hasta 1973 y convirtió este local en un lugar de culto para aquellos amantes del buen yantar. Si ya eran famosos los huevos de la madrileña Casa Lucio, no lo fueron menos los del antiguo Suazo, que incluso llegó a degustar el todavía príncipe Juan Carlos.

«En aquella época no había casi restaurantes, así que el Suazo era un lugar obligado», relata Tino Martínez, antes de recordar que, por ejemplo, en ferias se llenaba porque la vecindad podía disfrutar de toreros y artistas. A diario, el diestro Fernando Domínguez y el bailarín Vicente Escudero tenían reservado un rincón en la barra y muchos vecinos se arremolinaban a su alrededor.

Los guisos de Piedad se hicieron legendarios. La merluza rebozada, la menestra de verduras, el consomé y los huevos fritos con patatas, que nunca faltaban. Ese legado es el que rescataron del olvido Tino Martínez y Gloria López cuando abrieron Casa Tino en 1993, hasta que tomó el relevo años después su hija María Eugenia (Maru). «Cogimos el negocio porque era un lugar emblemático», explica Tino, al referirse al antiguo Suazo. Hoy se sienten «deudores con la gente de Valladolid porque nos ha dado mucho cariño», como agradecido se siente con la familia Martínez López Antonio Suazo, hijo de Hilario y de Piedad, «por haber mantenido viva la memoria del negocio de mis padres».

Durante estos largos 24 años, Casa Tino ha logrado erigirse en el mejor lugar para comer unos huevos fritos con puntillas y patatas fritas, una ensalada de tomate y escabechados, y un plato de torreznos, lomo y chorizo. Las obras de rehabilitación del edificio número 4 de Manzana, obligan a la familia Martínez a trasladarse al número 1 de la calle Alarcón, donde Maru seguirá al mando de la cocina, e Ismael Vaqueo será el encargado. Ganarán espacio para los comensales y tendrán barra. Pero la calle Manzana perderá el encanto de «una minúscula taberna junto al Ayuntamiento, donde la calidad de la comida hace olvidar la incomodidad del local», según rezaba en una guía gastronómica hace algunas décadas.

Fuente: El Norte de Castilla

Casa Tino, la memoria de Valladolid was originally published on Noticias

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Polka Dots Cupcakes. #yummy #vaqueo

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Se cree que el nombre de mayo proviene de Maya, madre de Mercurio. En el calendario católico este mes era conocido como “el de María”.

Mayo es uno de los meses de lluvia por antonomasia en nuestro hemisferio. Aunque el clima no siempre obedece a un patrón establecido: “cuando marzo mayea, mayo marcea”,  refrán que indica con qué facilidad se invierten los ciclos en la naturaleza.

Generalmente, suele ser este un mes en el que a días soleados, con tardes lluviosas y temperaturas agradables, se superponen otros más fríos y desapacibles.

“Quien deja el abrigo un día de invierno

 contento irá en mayo a cogerlo”.

“Hasta el cuarenta de mayo no te quites el sayo”.

En mayo incuban la curruca, el pinzón, la perdiz, la tórtola, la torcaz, la codorniz…

Florecen los rosales silvestres o escaramujos, las margaritas, los perales, la gamonita, la jara, el acebo, el romero y el serbal de cazadores, entre otros.

Es un mes magnífico para los recolectores de espárragos.

“El campo es una gran sinfonía en amarillo donde apenas dan una leve nota, blancos de nievecillas, morados de lenguazas y nazarenos, rojos de amapolas y aquellas florecillas que el jaramal, que llega ya a la cruz de los olivos y a los ijares de los caballos, permite florecer”, decía José Antonio Muñoz Rojas.

Los jabalíes se cazan en aguardo, por daños a los cultivos. Esperándolos en sus incursiones vespertinas y nocturnas a los sembrados o junto a los aguaderos. O al vaqueo, cuando de madrugada regresan a sus encames.

Sigue siendo época de safaris africanos, aprovechando el otoño austral.

La caza del corzo continúa en su apogeo, antes de que los avistamientos comiencen a disminuir, como probablemente sucederá en el mes siguiente. También se cazan los rebecos, en nuestras montañas del norte, y las cabras monteses en los cazaderos tradicionales de Gredos y Tortosa-Beceite, y en los también ya muy consolidados de Teruel, Ronda, Granada o Cádiz.

Mayo es el mes de los cielos cambiantes, de las mañanas diáfanas, de las tardes de tormenta y de los anocheceres húmedos, frescos y despejados. La época de los grillos, de los saltamontes y de los lagartos y lagartijas (aunque cada vez sean más testimoniales).

El tiempo en el que las siembras, aún verdes, son mecidas por el viento. Y el momento en el que se llenan de vida las huras con el gazapeo de sus nuevos inquilinos, o comienzan a parir las liebres, mientras en su seno guardan una nueva fecundación que les permitirá traer al mundo otra generación de lebratos con tan sólo un breve intervalo de días, fenómeno que se conoce como ‘superfetación’.

Mayo es un mes repleto de vida y de renovación. Y entre sus dones más ocultos, pero no menos preciados, el de hacer florecer con las mejores galas los árboles y los arbustos más humildes, como las aulagas o los espinos.

“De entre los muchos brotes que nos anuncian mayo

adornando los campos con sus galas y sayos,

rivalizando entre sí por ser más floridos,

contemplad el hermoso esplendor del espino,

que tan bien vestido con su túnica blanca

colma del encanto de mayo la gozosa mirada”, decía Chaucer.

Texto y fotografías: Vicente Amat Lanzarote

Ilustración: Luis Lorenzo Sánchez Diezma

Artículo perteneciente al libro del autor Días de campo caza y fogones

Información y venta del libro: kalimaeditorial@gmail.com / Teléfono: 629 98 40 25

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Mayo, por Vicente Amat Lanzarote Se cree que el nombre de mayo proviene de Maya, madre de Mercurio. En el calendario católico este mes era conocido como "el de María".