#de tus margaritas

[cristinabcn]

Deja que te cuente un cuento: "Siempre seré su niña"

Let me tell you a story: I will always be his girl MARGARITA VAZQUEZ – Luz Violeta Escritora Columnista Una mañanita de primavera cuando el solecito empezaba a regalar sus primeros rayitos de luz, a muchos niños se les ve pasar rumbo a su primera escuela, todos muy alineados para a tiempo llegar, algunos de la mano de sus mamis otros de sus hermanos o papas. One spring morning when the sun…

[anes-tesia]

Solo espero que te ocupes de tu caos, para que no vuelvas a lastimar a alguien más como me lastimaste a mí.

Margaritas en el mar

[sentidoysensibilidad]

𝐸𝑙 𝐸𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 💐

Las flores tienen una magia especial que va más allá de su belleza. Regalar flores es un gesto atemporal que expresa cariño y aprecio, transformando un día común en algo extraordinario.

Cada flor tiene un significado propio: la rosa roja simboliza el amor, el lirio pureza y las margaritas alegría. Al regalar flores, compartes no solo un ramo, sino un momento de belleza y alegría que puede iluminar el día de alguien.

En un mundo acelerado, un gesto simple como regalar flores puede ser un poderoso recordatorio de que la belleza y el amor están en las pequeñas cosas. Así que la próxima vez que quieras expresar tu aprecio, considera regalar flores. Es un regalo que ofrece conexión y alegría duradera.

[neuroconflictos]

Fui tuya me tuviste y yo a ti, pero no era el momento no era nuestro momento, pero, no lo entiendo si no lo era entonces ¿por qué encajamos tan bien? tu risa con la mía, tus ojos en mis labios, mis ojos en tu risa, mis manos en tu espalda, tus manos en mis caderas, nuestros cuerpos en la cama.

Fui tuya fuiste mío, mi chico del Caribe, me enseñaste que no hay nada malo en mí, sino en la incertidumbre del tiempo que agobia a dos corazones que amaron intensamente y salieron mal heridos, ahora se les ha olvidado cómo sentir cómo de nuevo volver a ser ellos mismos.

Margaritas en el mar

[mistydeyes]

have a drink

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summary: It's December and things have finally wrapped up. Laswell sends you and your squad on mandatory leave. Not having any plans, Alejandro invites you to his ranch in Mexico and you book the next flight there. You use this opportunity to put your bartending skills to use and prepare seven drinks to go along with dinner.

pairing: 141 x platonic!reader (codename: Brandy)

warnings: swearing, alcoholism

a/n: just a little psa but apparently mixing light and dark liquor is a myth! regardless, please still drink responsibly

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With Zyani assassinated and the bombs disarmed, Laswell decided that it was time for your squad to relax. Before you all could make any plans, Alejandro invited you back to Mexico for a relaxing leave. Not wanting to return to the cold and rainy London climate, everyone agreed on the offer.

As you walked off the airplane, you saw Alejandro and Rodolfo waiting for you with their car. "Bienvenido de nuevo!" Alejandro greeted you as you approached. Hugs and fist bumps were all in order before you piled into the vehicle.

"So what's for dinner?" Gaz asked as Alejandro drove to the countryside. "Carnitas tacos, I have the carnitas in a slow cooker now," he replied, "but Brandy has the drinks covered." With that, everyone's heads turned towards you in the backseat. "You bartend, Brandy?" Ghost asked. "I did actually, best bartender in all of London. When I joined the SAS a buddy gave me the name but now everyone just thinks of that Looking Glass song or the porn star," you joked. "Anyways, I got something special for y'all tonight!" you exclaimed to the cheers of the men.

You, Alejandro, and Ghost went to do some errands as Rudy entertained the rest of the 141 at the beach. You and Alejandro had some items to pick up and Ghost tagged along, saying something about how sunburn and a mask don't mix well. Regardless, you were happy to have someone hold your boxes of liquor. As you navigated the small store, you grabbed everything on your list. By the end of it, you had enough to kill a small town. "Think this is enough, Brandy?" Ghost asked as the cashier helped to box everything. "Definitely," you replied as you loaded the cart, "Scared you won't be able to handle it, Ghost? I've got 7 drinks all lined up." Ghost was excited at the prospect of having liquor after months but feared your capabilities.

When you returned to Alejandro's home, you saw it was a spacious ranch. He was kind enough to let you bartend behind his outside bar and led you outside. You admired the scenery as you looked to see a bar formed from clay along with a dining table and fire pit with many seating options. "I can see what a Colonel's salary can get you," you joked as he gave you a tour of the property. "Mi casa, tu casa," he replied and you went back inside to help him and Ghost with dinner.

As you heard your squad relax and enjoy some tapas, you went behind the bar and prepared for the night. You organized it as you remembered it in your civilian days and placed the liquor behind you, on display. "Oi is that tequila?" you heard Soap say as you brought out a bottle of Patron. "Trust me, MacTavish you'd never know once I'm done with it," you replied and left him grumbling that tequila tasted like dog piss. You finished setting up and lined seven margarita glasses on the counter.

alejandro: ranch water

"Alright, if you all would like to come over here, I'll show you how a real bartender does it," you exclaimed and the men came to gather in front of the bar. Alejandro joined moments later once he had checked on the carnitas in the slow cooker.

"For our lovely host, I will serve you 'ranch water'," you said and brought out the ingredients. "¿Qué?" Alejandro asked as he took off his apron. "Ale, we're on a ranch in Mexico, this drink is clearly for you," you joked. You rimmed the cups with Tajin before filling the seven cups with ice. Working quickly, you then filled your shaker with blanco tequila, Topo Chico, and fresh lime juice. You threw in some fun tricks like throwing the shaker over your shoulder, much to the amusement of your crowd. You finally garnished with a freshly squeezed lemon. "Se sirven bebidas," you said and let everyone grab a glass. "Tastes better than any water from this ranch," Alejandro joked and quickly finished his glass. To your annoyance, Soap still complained he could taste the tequila. "Not with this next one!" you said and prepared for Rudy's drink.

rudy: el diablo

For Rudy, you picked El Diablo and had a fun trick to wow the audience. As the men finished their beverages, you finished your ranch water and collected what you needed. In this went reposed tequila, creme de cassis, lime juice, and ginger beer. "What's this?" Gaz asked as he collected the glasses for you. "El Diablo," you said, and before you could explain the namesake, Ghost responded, "The Devil." You poured out the shaker into glasses as the men slowly went to take one. "Just wait," you said before adding the smallest bit of tequila on top of a candied lemon and pulling out a lighter. Everyone was surprised as you went about lighting each of the glasses one by one. As the flames danced on their faces you joked to Rudy, "Still can't believe Ale had to run and save you from that house fire." You all shared a good laugh as you enjoyed your drinks. "You are right, Brandy, this doesn't taste like dog piss," Soap joked and you gained an 'I told you so'.

price: smoked old fashion

Everyone was still going strong so while they finished, you prepared the drink you picked for Price. This required a different glass and Rudy delivered a lowball glass to the counter. This drink was a classic so you made it easily. A smoked old fashioned with water, bitters, and a sugar cube to start then followed by bourbon and a smoke top. As you let the sugar cube melt with the water and bitters, you found your seven smoke tops. No one knew where 1. you got those from and 2. why you had so many. The group crowded around you again as you filled six glasses with ice and poured the shaker into them. "Neat, am I right, Captain?" you asked glancing at him, you knew the answer. "Got me pinned, Sergeant," he replied and put his hands up defensively. Once all the drinks were poured, you touched some wood chips in the smoke top and let it settle for two minutes. You then gestured for the group to take their drinks and savor the smoky cocktail. As Price took a sip he made sure to send his compliments. "Better than any Old Fashioned I could get in London."

You saw everyone take a minute to drink the bourbon, except for Price and Ghost of course, so you were glad this was the last drink before dinner.

You sat sipping your old-fashioned as Alejandro emerged with the fixings for tacos. He unveiled a pot of slow-cooked carnitas and the aroma wafted in the late-night air. He sat down at the head of the table and lifted his glass. "To good company and good food!" he said and you all echoed your sentiments. You started with a tortilla and carnitas piled on with a side of Mexican rice. Then, the fixings were passed along. You made sure to pile guacamole, onions, salsa, sour cream, cilantro, and hot sauce onto the carnitas and tortillas. You passed the hot sauce to Gaz and Alejandro last as they were known to douse their food. Once everyone had prepared their plates, you all dug in. Needless to say, Alejandro was an amazing cook. You all got seconds as the food was delicious. In the middle of dinner, you prepared everyone another round of El Diablos and sat in lively conversation. You heard about how Gaz learned Laswell was married and Soap interjected with plans for a new tattoo. Just when Ghost was about to ask about El Sin Nombre, Price quieted him. "No work, talk here," he said and the conversation flowed on as everyone talked about their plans.

gaz: aviation (a/n i'm currently drinking this while writing lol)

After your delicious meal, you got up from the table to prepare the next drink. This was a classic and easily earned anyone's respect when they ordered it. You mixed gin, maraschino liqueur, creme de Violette, and lemon juice in your shaker as you gathered some coupe glasses. "What this now?" Rudy asked as he came to keep you company. "An Aviation for our favorite flight jumping Sergeant," you joked and Gaz eyed you. You filled the glasses with a gorgeous purple liquid and garnished some cherries soaked in brandy. Rudy helped you to bring the drinks to the table and you handed them out. "This is an Aviation, a drink made for Kyle and his habit of falling out of flying objects," you joked and raised your glass in a toast. "It was Nik's fault," Gaz replied defensively but enjoyed the drink immensely. You wouldn't be surprised by the end of this if they all had a new drink of choice.

soap: irish car bomb

You had now moved over to a campfire following dinner. Rudy's abuela had graciously gifted you all with some homemade flan and you were glad this paired with the next drink in line. Instead of grabbing glasses, you found seven-shot glasses. Alejandro was probably planning on having a big family based on the countless amounts of glasses and dinnerware he had. You beckoned Soap over to watch you make the shots. You could see his eyes light up when you first grabbed Guinness. "Now I know you're Scottish and there's apparently a big difference between you and the Irish but I promise you, you'll like this," you said and he laughed at the statement. As he followed your movements, you added Baileys and whiskey to the glasses, pouring slowly to form a distinct layer. You then topped it off with the Guinness. You gave the remainder of the bottle to Soap as you called everyone over. "Time for shots!" you yelled and everyone came to the bar. "Just drink it all in one," you said and prompted the men to try. Once done, everyone asked for seconds and you hesitantly poured seeing how Rudy and Gaz were getting slightly red and weren't walking straight. You made sure to portion the glasses accordingly and filled yours, Price's, and Ghost's to the brim.

ghost: dark n' stormy

You served Ghost's drink an hour after the shots as everyone was clearly inebriated. Alejandro had led everyone into an old Spanish campfire song and Rudy, Gaz, and Soap were singing the loudest. As you sat and enjoyed the show, you scooted over to Ghost who was watching to the side. "The things liquor can do," you mused as he sipped the rest of Soap's Guinness. "The things your bartending can do," he corrected and you could see Price getting a video of the singing men. "You feeling drunk, Lt.?" you joked and nudged his arm. "Not drunk enough" he replied and you got up to the bar. "Well let's change that."

You placed seven highball glasses in front of you and prepared Ghost's drink as he watched. You traded some holiday traditions as you poured rum and the rest of the lime juice and ginger beer into the cups. "My family always wanted something to drink with Christmas dinner so naturally I became their bartender in my teens," you told him as you garnished with a lime wheel. "Good to know you have a plan after retirement," he replied before interrupting yet another song and calling everyone over. You raised your glass when everyone gathered and delivered a quick toast. "To Lt, the dead man walking who saved Soap's ass," you said and everyone cheered in agreement. You watched happily as Ghost drank the cocktail slowly and prepared another. You made sure to make this a double as you wanted him to enjoy it.

brandy: super shot

Following the last round of drinks, you could tell everyone was feeling a little warmer. You and Price laughed wildly as Ghost and Rudy tried to impersonate someone driving a taxi. You all formed groups (Group 1 - you and Price, 2 - Ghost and Rudy, 3 - Alejandro, Soap, and Gaz) to play charades. "Beep, beep," Ghost kept saying as he mimicked driving, Rudy pretending to be a businessman in the back. Maybe it was the liquor but Alejandro's team was clearly not getting it. "Fuck me, we'll pass," Gaz said as the turn went to you and Price. "He's a bloody taxi driver," Price answered, and audible groans were heard from Soap and Gaz. "I think we won, Captain," you said and shared a high five. Before any more games could start, you prepared the next drink.

"Now before the finale, does anyone want refills?" you asked and everyone's hands shot up. You made sure to add a little more mixer to Rudy's, Soap's, and Gaz's before making everyone their appropriate cocktails and shots. After everyone had finished, you made a glass of an Aviation for yourself.

Now thoroughly drunk, the men anxiously waited to see your creation. "I call this a 'Brandy Special'," you said before placing a bottle of Bacardi, Hennessy, and Everclear on the counter. "FUCK NO" Gaz yelled drunkenly and Price and Rudy also shook their heads upon seeing the Everclear. That only left Alejandro, Ghost, Soap, and you. "Your loss," you said as you mixed the ingredients and pulled out four cleaned shot glasses. Price took a quick photo of you four before you all cheered your glasses.

Let's just say the Brandy Special is now banned from Alejandro's house. You and Ghost survived while Alejandro and Soap went to empty their stomaches in the yard.

[esuemmanuel]

As simple as a daisy that, in its smallness, watches the sun go by, filling itself with energy and warmth; such is my devotion to your love.

Tan simple como una margarita que, en su pequeñez, mira pasar al sol, llenándose de energía y de tibio calor; así es mi devoción por tu amor.

[oh-deardeer]

Caminas hacia mí y nacen más lunas en Júpiter; hablas, y el silencio se pone de rodillas ante ti, me procuras, y mi corazón bombea margaritas; no sé cómo explicarte que con solo verte me imagino mil futuros a tu lado.

A veces me resigno y pienso que es mejor así, que no sepas que ansío dormir en tu cama pero, también deseo delinear tus tatuajes a besos.

Quiero guardar un poco más este amor que estoy sintiendo, que lo desconozcas, para que yo pueda apreciarlo, ser quizá quien estima una escultura que aún no está a la venta.

Karla M.

[efimera-lunar-intemporal]

Las flores del mal

De tu recuerdo sólo lilas: pétalos-fragmentos de un niño que corría tras un autobús buscando con la mirada a la no-mujer de su vida; persiguiéndola con el cuerpo, porque de corazón ya la tenía cautiva.

De tu recuerdo sólo margaritas: pétalos-fragmentos de un primer beso en un solitario parque nocturno; mientras le decías al no-amor de tu vida que era la más bonita de aquel hermoso, pero efímero mundo.

De tu recuerdo sólo rosas: pétalos-fragmentos de películas viejitas de esas que nadie veía pero que a tú lado parecían maravillosas; en ese mundo efímero dónde lo que no era amor parecía la mejor de las cosas.

De tu recuerdo sólo tulipanes: pétalos de aquellas mañanas despertando junto al no-amor de tu vida y que parecían interminables.

De tu recuerdo sólo amapolas: petalos-vestigios de besos bautizados "kikos" enterrados en las sombras.

Y con estas flores cubro la tumba de nuestro no-amor con colores; yo me encargue de echarle tierra cubriéndome los ojos, disfrazándome de mentiras y tú de sepultarlo con infidelidad y dolores.

Efimera Lunar Intemporal

[caostalgia]

Sé que ella está aquí, la veo en tus ojos brillantes, la noto al besar tus labios secos, en el asiento del auto donde el olor a margaritas invade totalmente el aire, la veo en tu sonrisa, en las nuevas palabras que dices, en las bromas que haces y sé que sabes que lo sé, ya lo has hecho antes, esto de mentirme se te da muy bien, pero esta es la última vez, la última que me retienes con detalles, con abrazos, con halagos y con eternos silencios cuando en mi cabeza me cuestiono porqué, te lo juro fue la última vez.

nosequee

[tinta-y-cometas]

Alégrate, ya no tendrás que lidiar con mi mal genio, ni con mis caprichos, no tendrás que reír más de mis chistes.

Tranquilo que, ya no tendrás que enviarme mensajes de buenos días, tampoco tendrás que escuchar mis notas de voz contando cualquier cosa.

Alégrate, no volveremos a planear la vida en la ciudad, tampoco discutiremos sobre cuántos hijos tendremos, mis manos nunca más encajaran con las tuyas, mis labios no volverán a probarte.

Tranquilo, mi risa se quedará conmigo, ya no habrán más canciones, ni regalos sorpresa en tu cumpleaños, no existen más las promesas, ni el compromiso que tanto cuidé.

Alégrate por haberte ido.

Margaritas en el mar

[sinfonia-relativa]

Conquístame.

Déjame sentirme bonita, halagada, importante, valiosa, que cada una de tus palabras sean como dulces caricias que llegan a mis oidos y tocan mi cuerpo, mi alma y mi corazón.

Dime lo que sientes, sin miedo y sin medida, hazme sentir la mujer mas importante de este mundo.

Llévame flores como en los romances antiguos, no importa lo que otros digan, lléname de rosas, margaritas, tulipanes, hortensias y girasoles hasta que mi casa huela a un jardín perfumado.

Llámame y hablemos por horas de ti y de mi, de la vida, de la música, y que las sonrisas se den en nuestros rostros mientras hablamos de amor, que es la vida misma.

Conquístame y cuando ya nos amemos bésame y haz que tus labios sin pronunciar palabra, puedan decir lo que han dicho con miles de ellas, lléname de caricias que lleguen directo a mi alma.

Y cuando ya me conquistes y me ames, no me dejes ir jamás, y amémonos sin medida hasta el final.

Storyteller♓

[zhoufeis]

Perdón, es... es muy fuerte estar acá. Acá viví los mejores momentos de mi vida, muchos de esos con tu mamá.

BENJAMÍN ROJAS as FRANCO FRITZENWALDEN MARGARITA. Argentina, 2024, S01E21.

[anes-tesia]

Tu manera de alejarte me hizo pensar que lo nuestro nunca fue real, como si todo hubiera sido un sueño.

Margaritas en el mar

[letra-vagabunda]

Sueño con tu regreso, con tu esencia llamando hogar a las fosas de mis huesos, las dulces margaritas de mis penas floreciendo en la tumba vacía de tu ausencia.

Dame un amor que se sienta como el tuyo si otra vez te marcharás. Uno sólido, tangente, reactivo, que mueva el engranaje de mi palpitar cuando ya no estés.

En mi tranquilidad encuentro al desorden de tu existencia, la maravillosa tortura de no haber olvidado el olor de tu nostalgia.

Las ramas se atascan en el río escabroso de parpadeos fugaces y un amor evaporado. Llueven fotografías de la primera vez que dormí en las puertas de tu alma, que mis ojos se enamoraron de la voz de tus pensamientos.

No es domingo y aquí estás. Hoy dormiré con tu rostro dibujado en mis cimientos, acudiré a tu encuentro en una nueva realidad creada solo para ti. Consciencia infinita de mi mente, cuerpo y espíritu. Desgarro de los libros de poesía, sombra de Caronte, que en las cuevas de mis cascadas deambula.

Una suave perla amarilla cuelga en la plenitud de las horas muertas. Busco el cadáver de tus caricias, camino por calles vacías. Invento al cielo y al infierno en la lucidez de mi raciocinio. Me mudo a la tinta y al papel. Ya no te puedo buscar. Ojalá y aquí me encuentres si tus ojos escuchan las melodías de mis versos.

[neuroconflictos]

Ven, olvidemos el pasado todo lo que dijimos cuando estábamos heridos, ¿para qué fingir que no nos hacemos falta? ¿para qué seguir con esta distancia?

Ven, acércate a mi pecho escucha como grita tu nombre, mi corazón no ha dejado de latir por ti.

Ven, camina hacia mí toma nuevamente mi mano si es que tú también has sentido que te ha faltado el aire desde que estamos lejos.

Margaritas en el mar

[blossom-fox]

Marcela told Margarita that Armando has an affair with a very important woman. Armando AND MARCELA are her children's

And her decides to sit down with her son and say things like "un deseo que se hace realidad. Cumplir con en anhelo póstumo de Susana e Julio Valencia... Y con tu matrimonio ratificas que estás asumiendo una vida normal, la vida de un hombre adulto, responsable que además se casa con una mujer maravillosa que te ama"

And a minute later she asks him "Dime una cosa, ¿Es que no estás segura de casarte o qué?"

YOU BITCH, you don't wanna hear the answer, the real truth, you list reasons why this wedding should happen and didn't mention the most important reason why they should be married: LOVE. A wedding is a celebration of the love of two people and it's barely mentioned.

And Armando opens a little and says that he's worried about the board meeting and other stuff. She pulls the guilt card and says "Pues ojalá estes evasivo por cosas de trabajo y no por algo más. O, mejor dicho, por alguien más"

I mean, your son's wedding is 48 hours away and he doesn't even know what clothes he's going to wear, and he and your daughter in law are clearly suffocating and distressed and you don't even know how to give a fuck advice