#Di Tella

[amour-love-amor]

My boy😍

[e-r-r-o-r-5-0-3]

Serie 1968: el culo te abrocho (2008)

Roberto Jacoby (Buenos Aires, 1944 –)

Museo de Bellas Artes Argentina

[towost]

and here’s the rest of my favs!!

there’s definitely more, but these are the main ones i enjoy :]

[uu-tella]

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[chryzuree]

i think that azure would also be immune to jacks’s kiss. btw. for everyone’s information. now how they obtained that information, i can’t say.

[chryzure-archive]

good thing is that i get to write an azure and jacks convo where it’s jst the two of them sniping at each other

[adribosch-fan]

Brutal crisis económica y social: Se estima que la pobreza ya llegó al 42% en julio 

Así lo sugiere el nowcast de pobreza de la Universidad Torcuato Di Tella para el semestre móvil finalizado en julio. La cantidad de personas bajo el umbral de la marginalidad cerraría el año en el nivel más alto de los últimos 18 años. “Esta proyección sugiere que el 42% de las personas viven en hogares El estallido inflacionario y la recesión que atraviesa la economía argentina desde agosto del…

[panchicha]

[strawbeerossi]

Nights Like These

18+ Content. Minors DNI

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: After a grueling case, your best friend and roommate Spencer comes home a lot more cuddly and hands on. So much so you two have to share a bed because he just doesn’t wanna be alone.

Content Warning: Some light case discussion, light angst due to Spencer being in distress from the case, one of the many versions of the one bed trope, best friends with hidden feelings trope, Spencer ends up having a wet dream, admitted feelings, some sweet fluff, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, unprotected sex, creampie, some cockwarming in the end.

Word Count: 2.5K

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This is purely self indulgent. Also new format of not doing purely 3rd person. Let me know if I should do this more often.

You knew how hard it was for Spencer on emotionally draining cases. He had feared being alone after them, his experience in prison making him more prone to the occasional outburst, which he desperately tried avoiding.

They could take an everlasting impact on him if he wasn’t careful enough, the idea of losing all control and being faced with the trauma that continued stacking against him was not what he needed.

He struggled enough with his day to day life, his therapist only able to give him so much advice and do so much for him. He liked to say that she helped but she wasn’t a miracle worker. He seemed to never be comfortable in the past.

Until he met you.

He’d found solace with you.

The way you would play with his hair and let him get as close as possible to you so he could cling for comfort were things that he appreciated. You weren’t the type to push him away and tell him to deal with his own issues, no, you took care of him.

You’d met whenever Spencer put out an ad for a new roommate, living in DC was something he could afford due to the luxury of working with the FBI for fifteen years, however he didn’t like being alone. 

He was fresh out of prison at the time, the silence being too eery to deal with. He knew he couldn’t live in the chaos of JJ’s house, nor could he turn to much of anyone else on the team. He felt like a burden to them. A piece of him died in the prison cell he was left in,the nights of being awake due to the impending doom that was gonna strike granted the inmates found out he was a federal agent.

When he had gotten into contact with you due to you being the first one to speak with him, he had already found some sense in comfort with you. You were kind and always had a smile on your face, not to mention that you had a sense of cleanliness that Spencer could definitely deal with.

 Due to his busy life, his apartment could tend to be littered with books that he’d started before he got a call, he would have case files piling up, even the occasional coffee cup or two was left out. He wasn’t a slob, yet he could definitely benefit from a roommate who would teach him the ways of organization.

The both of you really seemed to hit it off, your energies feeding into one another really well. You learned he knew way too much, joking how you didn’t know how his brain could hold the vast amount of knowledge that stuck with him. He learned that you were really into science fiction novels and films, being impressed with your knowledge of Doctor Who and Star Trek. 

Both of you were seemingly cut from the same piece of cloth, making it easier for you to upgrade from just being roommates to best friends as well.

It was a late Tuesday night whenever Spencer was quietly walking through the front door. He could smell the familiar scent of lemon, associating the smell with the cleaner that you’d mop the floors with. 

He was toeing his shoes off by the front door, knowing you’d kill him if you woke up to anything on the freshly mopped floors. “Y/N?” He called, walking deeper into the apartment. His voice was hoarse, presumably from yelling at some point. 

“In my room!” You call, glancing up from the book in your hands while watching Spencer quietly push the door open. He looked exhausted. Being familiar already with that look, you were placing your book down before holding your arms out to Spencer with a soft sigh.

As he approached your bed and you felt his body collapse in your arms, you were slowly rubbing his back.The heaviness of his heart could be felt by the way his grip tightened on you, his face buried in your neck as his body shifted to get comfortable on the bed beside you. 

Your fingers were threading through the touseled curls on his head, nails occasionally scratching his scalp in an effort to help soothe him. It seemed to work, his grip loosening and his head lifting soon after, cheek against the fluffy pillow that he could’ve swore that you had added to your bed just for him.

“It was a hard case.” He stated the obvious, making your head nod. “I can imagine. Do you wanna talk about it?” The softness of your voice brought Spencer comfort, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “The unsub targeted male and female best friends. Apparently, his ex-girlfriend had left him for someone who was her best friend. We found out they recently got married and he just snapped.”

He neglected to mention how the duos reminded him of the friendship you two shared.

It was something that a partner wouldnt understand without immediately jumping to the worst conclusions. It made him think of how that very well could’ve been you two, a man killing you for his own failed relationship and pushing blame on everyone else.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.. You’re safe now, more importantly, he’s behind bars.” Your reassurance made his head nod slowly. “You’re right.” He offered a small smile, his head turning to face you easier. “Do you mind if I sleep with you?”

The question was a silly one to ask, already knowing the answer whenever he was being told to turn off the bedside lamp closest to him. 

You didn’t mind sharing a bed with Spencer, enjoying the comforting presence of a loving companion. Truth be told, you’d always had the tiniest crush on him. He made sure you were okay both physically and mentally, not to mention that he was truly an amazing roommate and friend. He carried a sense of warmth, one that could draw anyone in.

As you began to drift off to sleep, things felt right. 

The feeling of his arms wrapped around your frame always made you feel a sense of safety, not to mention the butterflies in your belly would come to life when he’d pull you closer in the night.

Tonight was different.

You’d been sleeping for a good four hours now, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room from your slumber combined with Spencer’s, his snores not being unbearably loud. However, at some point you two had ended up in a spooning situation, your body being engulfed by his arms as he pulled you tight to his chest.You were stirring awake to the sounds of soft whispers coming from Spencer, his face buried in your neck. 

It wasn’t rare for him to talk in his sleep, you finding it silly at times because you could have full conversations with him. 

In your drowsy state, you hadn’t registered the way his hips were rutting into yours, his hard cock pressing firm against your clothed ass under the sheets. What you did register though, was a warm hand under the sheets trailing up your thigh, warm and wet kisses being pressed against the flesh of your neck. It took his thumb running over your clothed clit that had you jolting to life. 

“Spencer.” Your voice was raised in an attempt to wake him up, thankfully succeeding as his movements slowed, eyes slowly blinking open. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice was deep, laced with sleep.

“You were uh-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence, Spencer’s realization hitting as he was quickly pulling away, body jolting up. “Oh, my god! I’m sorry.” His voice was at a high octave, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe himself. 

“N-No it’s okay! You were sleeping.” Your body was sitting up, thighs pressed tightly together due to the fact that arousal had already settled in, your panties wet enough just from a small touch and some grinding. 

You were more touch deprived than you thought.

“I’m sorry. I should go to my room. No, I am gonna go to my room.”

“Wait!” 

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, your hand reaching to quickly grab his wrist. “Do you want help?” The words made Spencer’s mouth run dry, winded from just the mere suggestion. “Help?” He repeated, as if he wanted to hear you say it again.

“Yeah. We are both mature adults.”

“For the most part.”

His words made you crack a smile, soft laughter erupting between the both of you. Though as it died down, the sound of Spencer clicking his tongue could be heard. “You’re sure?” He then asked, not completely against the idea. “Because I really like you, Y/N. Seriously, you have no idea.” 

He liked you. You liked him. This was an invitation if you’d ever seen one.

“I’m one hundred percent sure. I have had a crush on you since i met-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before you felt a warm hand cup your cheek, tugging you close to easily connect his lips to yours.

The kiss was filled with need and desire, his hand slowly moving from your cheek and down to your waist. You felt dizzy, the tantalizing nature of his tongue slipping into your mouth as the hunger for more was beginning to bubble under the surface. 

His hands were pushing you back on the mattress, his body now hovering over yours, your body being trapped under his weight. However, you definitely weren’t complaining. As your kiss grew more needy and sloppy, his nimble fingers were trailing up your inner thigh, hands bunching up the nightgown that you were wearing to your stomach. 

The sexual tension hung thick, his fingers continuing to tease your skin that was already burning with desire that was growing into desperation. As his fingertips slowly trailed to your panties, he was slowly pushing them to the side. 

You could feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs as one of his fingers trailed up your slick folds before making their way to your clit. “You’re already so wet, fuck.” Spencer wasn’t one to swear, normally being reluctant to use such language. It was pathetic on how it contributed to the arousal pool. 

His finger was massaging your pearl as if it needed to be polished and put on display, the sounds of your little gasps and moans spurring him on. His hand was moving away from your throbbing clit, chuckling at your whining for more. Instead of saying anything, he was disappearing under the blankets.

His large hands were pushing your thighs apart, lips pressing tantalizing kisses against your inner thighs before his tongue was licking a fat stripe up your slick folds. Your hands were sliding under the sheets, mouth falling open once he was licking and slurping at your cunt, your taste being intoxicating. 

He ate like a man starved, lapping up every ounce of arousal that seemed to gush out of your pussy with every movement. Drinking in everything you had to offer, his jaw was growing wet with the sweet nectar that he’d been so focused on milking out of you. 

It wasn’t long until his tongue was being replaced by two fingers, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as the long digits were putting in the work, his fingers curling and brushing against the spongy button inside of you that had you roughly pushing his face into your slick cunt more. 

His tongue was licking over your clit coupled with two fingers scissoring your tight cunt open was causing your legs to shake, the knot of pleasure inside of your tummy getting tighter and tighter, your pussy walls spasming around his fingers as you were so close to your orgasm.

Then Spencer pulled away.

Before you could voice your frustrations, your open mouth was silenced by two fingers slipping into your mouth. Not needing to be told twice, your eyes were fluttering shut while letting your tongue lap up any evidence of shimmering arousal from his fingers, your moans vibrating around his finger from the taste of slick. 

With a ‘pop’, Spencer was pulling his fingers out of your mouth. “You look so beautiful, Y/N.” His words were soft, only leaning down to connect your lips in a chaste kiss. You were growing impatient, your hands quickly pushing his pants and his boxers down his legs soon after. It wasn’t enough to completely undress him, mainly because you both weren’t waiting that long. 

Spencer let his hand wrap around his hard cock, stroking a few times go get himself hard enough to his liking before tapping the thick tip against your clit, causing electricity to shoot through your body as you shivered softly at the contact. 

“Ready?” He asked, pushing the blunt head past your folds. That was when he was pushing his cock inside of you, your hands gripping his shoulders while you both shared a deep kiss.

The girth of his base had given you a delicious burn, making you hiss at the pleasurable pain. “Fuck. You take my cock so well. Like this pussy was made for me.” He grunted, the filth of his words causing a moan to fall from your lips. Never once did you expect this behavior nor this kind of language from Spencer. 

He was pulling you out of your dazed thoughts as he was slowly rolling his hips into yours, cock nestled inside of your tight cunt.

It was almost as if you could feel every vein, every curve.. It was a sensation that you’d never actually felt before. Who knows, maybe you just paid extra attention because you’ve been dreaming of this moment. 

Those slow thrusts were soon upgrading to harder and faster ones, a cry of pleasure falling from your lips as your head hit the pillow behind you. The sounds of skin slapping together as well as the sinful sounds of squelching from your wet pussy and the moans, whimpers and cries falling from your lips were filling the bedroom.

Spencer continued to ram his cock into your tight hole, a thin shine of sweat on his forehead as he was relentlessly fucking into you. The feeling of your warm, plushy walls convulsing around him was enough for his cock to twitch. He was close and so were you, both of your bodily reactions being dead giveaways. 

As your cunt squeezed tight around his cock, your nails were digging into the shirt he was wearing as you let your eyes screw shut, your creamy cum slowly sliding down his cock and surely making a mess of the sheets while he was giving a few more hard thrusts before shooting long ropes of cum inside of you, surely coating your cervix in the process. 

With a few more sloppy thrusts to ride out both of your orgasms, it wasn’t long until his body was collapsing on top of yours. As he tried to pull away though, your legs were tightening around his waist. “Wait.” She whispered, her head tilting back. “Wanna feel you inside for a little bit longer.” She blabbered out, grip loosening as Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you wanna go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Monetizing Twitter

Stephen King: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of Elon Musk: [emerging from bushes] eeeey stephano king Barker: hey look steve it's your best pal! King: King: do we have to keep doing this King: we've had like literally 2 interactions ever

Musk: so stephano king you say you no pay $8 for twitter King: no elon i am not going to pay $8 to post on the internet Musk:   Musk: mama mia i no getta it Musk: it work forra lowtax

Musk: [praying at shrine to Lowtax] Santa Lowtax, heara my prayers Musk: tella me what i musta do Musk: how i getta $8 from posters Musk: mama mia my god hassa forsaken me!

Musk: eeeey stephano king i getta it now Musk: santa lowtax, he maka da website people want to pay $8 to post on Musk: i do-a the same! pixelated ape emoji w/hexagonal avatar: hot new girl on onlyfans pixelated ape emoji w/hexagonal avatar: hot wet girl

King: submitted for the pixelated ape emoji w/hexagonal avatar: suck and fuck King: approval of the pixelated ape emoji w/hexagonal avatar: would you fuck her King: mid pixelated ape emoji w/hexagonal avatar: girls girls girls

Musk: eeeey stephano king how you like my website now? issa better now eh? King: no, now it's clogged with spambots Musk: so now you wanna pay $8 eh? King: no, i want to pay for it even less now Musk: Musk: mama mia where i go wrong

Musk: mama mia dis a problem worthy ova da smartest man inna da world Musk: i justa apply da facts and logic Musk: and ussa my genius science-a brain Musk: anna che bello! i gotta da answer Musk: [pointing flintlock at king] NOW you pay da $8

King: whoa elon let's not do anything hasty! Musk: you force-a me to use-a force stephano king Musk: i solve-a this like i getta da cyberpunk videogame cameo Musk: [pouring black powder into flintlock] now you no-a move Musk: [packing lead shot with ramrod] just gimmie a sec

Musk: [aiming flintlock] santa lowtax guide-a my hand King: let's talk this over elon Barker: elon, don't do it! think of your hero lowtax. he wouldn't commit murder for $8! Barker: just think -- what would lowtax do? Musk: well he woulda Musk: Musk: he woulda Musk: Musk: Musk:

[endversewinchester]

It is genuinely sad to me some people read Caraval failing to understand who Legend is, far past the cocky magician. Failing to understand he is the bastard boy who no one ever wanted (and even got SOLD by his own father).

That he escaped that and started living with other rejects, and when he genuinely fell in love for the first time it was also the first time he felt seen and wanted in his life. It meant so much to him that he, that talentless boy of the past, actually tracked down a witch to become magical so they could be together.

That when that same woman rejected him he shut down completely. Erased his name, who he'd once been and hid behind his magic and immortality and broke as many hearts as he could because he convinced himself not feeling at all was better than the alternative.

But it didn't work. Because a girl felt so much pain she died after he broke her heart. Almost as much pain as he felt when the girl he became Legend for broke his all those years ago. It afected him so deeply he got a tattoo on his hand to remember her by. Because he was so afraid to lose Julian he promised his brother he'd never go that far again.

And then Tella arrived. Beautiful, strong, and completely unphased by his antics, and he fell so hard for her he risked bringing about the end of the world just to keep her alive.

Anyway. It suuuuucks so much so many people don't ever see him at all.

[thebestbrunettee]

okay but can we all take a moment to think about how jacks died his hair and basically became emo after he got rejected by tella 😭

(art: tabbiesart)

[evangeline-and-jacks]

ACFTL THEORY: TRUE LOVE ❤️

“The kind of love powerful enough to break a spell.”

This is just going to be a quick and basic theory so forgive me.🥹

Prolly why all girls Jacks ever kissed died (including his first Fox) was because he never really admitted to himself that he was in love — or at least never allowed himself to. There was always attraction, yes, but never to a point where he became human enough. Evangeline asked him if he loved Tella, Aurora and The Fox but he said NO each time.

We know that Love is a Fate’s weakness as it makes them human and most Fates would rather kill than become human.

Our boy Jacks is always confused if he’s in love or it’s curse in effect. I think the only time the curse will break is if Jacks sacrifice, finally admit that he’s in love and truly become human.

FINALE - CARAVAL SERIES (Chapter 20):

OUABH (Part 1)

A LOVE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO BREAK A SPELL

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch.203 thoughts

[All Words Are Made Up]

[Contents: character development - Nico/Feng]

Oh my god, I was right about something for once! Feng really did use a technique name as his word! Whether or not the attack is stronger because of the context of this particular game, I'm not sure, but given that the whole point is to imagine the desired outcome and he was able to one-shot miniature versions of both of the Gods, I'm going to say it at least didn't hurt

I did say last week that I had no idea how Feng and Nico would interact, but in hindsight I missed something extremely obvious: of course Feng would have an opinion on letting Ichico die! His entire thing in L100 was sacrificing others for his own benefit, regardless of his personal feelings towards them. That one exchange immediately explained Tozuka's reasoning for bringing in Feng rather than the more commonly predicted Tella

The real surprise there, though, is that Nico's response wasn't "I would never do something like that," but rather "maybe the past me would have, but not anymore." I never really saw Nico as the type who would deliberately sacrifice others for his own goals, but I can definitely see him being the type to approach a situation pragmatically. Feng's logic does have a certain amount of sense to it - sacrifice one person, and the other two (plus the world) live; sacrifice no one, and everyone dies. Nico would never be happy to go along with it, but I think a previous Nico would have begrudgingly gone along with it

In fact...he DID! To himself! Back during the Negator War, Nico accidentally became charged with Unluck and had Disc threaten to fall on him and everyone else on Buroja. Rather than let anyone else get caught in it, Nico insisted that everyone else run so that he would be the only sacrifice, as that was the most practical choice. While Nico would never think of letting someone die to better himself, he would definitely make a hard choice for the sake of the greater good

But now, that's not an option. The choice isn't between "the few and the many," it's between "a victory worth having and one that's not." Just like Ichico said, Fuuko's goal is for everyone to be happy, so while even she may agree that defeating Language is a priority, it can't come at the expense of a teammate. Letting herself, Nico or anyone else die to win would make the victory itself pointless, and Nico feels the same way

Feng, of course, never would have felt that way himself previously. Victory was never about the betterment of the whole, it was about the betterment of the self; letting someone die so that the group could live was only his rationale for Nico, but it was never a factor he felt worth considering either way. If it would make him stronger, it's worthwhile, if it wouldn't, it's not, and that's as far as Feng would take it

And that's exactly why Nico needed to remind him of what he's learned up to this point. Fuuko defeated Feng because she was fighting for all of her friends. Shen defeated Feng because he was fighting for Mui. And now, Nico is standing up to Feng, someone he cannot hope to defeat and someone who he actively needs as an ally because he's fighting for Ichico

Even if Feng still doesn't agree that fighting for someone else's sake will make him stronger, he acknowledges that Nico's refusal to let Ichico die doesn't come from the cowardice to do what is necessary to win, but rather the resolve to win in the ideal way. The harder way. Even Feng has to recognize here that Nico is actively trying to be stronger, and that's something he can't help but respect

That said, I think this is the moment where it's finally sinking in that Feng can't get stronger alone. It's been about 15 years since he last saw the Union, and while he's definitely been training since then, he's been completely devoid of a real challenge since then. Without Fuuko or Shen around, there was no one to pose a credible threat to him, and certainly no one he was invested in facing. While he may never come around to the idea of protecting people, Feng must understand by now that he needs other people to push him to greater heights

I think we actually have a pretty solid piece of evidence to suggest that bit of character development as well: Feng's soul reading. The fact that Feng was able to understand the situation at hand simply by making contact with Ichico and Nico's souls not only means that he has an understanding of the soul, but also suggests that he has an understanding of people. I don't see any way that the Feng of the past could have gained the ability to literally read people without having acquired some form of desire to understand and communicate with them. If I had to guess, we should be getting a brief flashback of how Feng spent the last decade within the next few chapters so we can understand how that growth came about

It does seem like a pretty natural extension of Feng's character, though. It's a common trope for martial artists for "communicate with their fists," so a martial artist using psychometry to literally do just that makes perfect sense, but it also ties into his closing line of the chapter. "My techniques will remain in this world forever ingrained in word form." Feng is Unfade, he will never age and fade away from the world, and neither will his works so long as he is able to pass them down. Legacy was a major theme of the Untruth Arc, with all of Feng's old rivals aging out and passing on their techniques to the next generation. While those individuals eventually died, their teachings carried on; their techniques, and by extension they themselves, were remembered

So long as we remember, people never die. So long as we don't forget, people will not fade. The Feng of the past ran the very real risk of being forgotten, as he only ever taught his techniques to others with the intention of making a strong opponent that he could kill as proof of his own strength. By planting trees only to cut them down, Feng's way of life left no evidence of himself behind, and thus left no mark on the world as a whole

But now, Feng has embraced his role as a teacher. Feng isn't raising opponents, he's passing his knowledge down like he was always meant to, and this new ability is perfect for that. As UMA Soul said, the soul transcends physical boundaries to relay information; being able to communicate with others through his techniques ensures that Feng's teachings will continue to be passed on and remembered, ensuring that even if something other than age does claim him one day, he will truly never fade

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

[sweetingseva]

hiiiii :)

I would like to understand how donatella didn’t die from Jacks kiss (not in lengedandy or finale) because since Evangeline was jacks true love and should be the one making his heart beats for the first time, tella shouldnt have died ? Another thing, why jacks heart bet for tella even though she wasn’t his true love as Eva really is. I’m so confused 😭

Hello! 😊

It seemed like fate that Donatella was going to fall in love with Legend. Although she wasn't interested in the Caraval games, she was interested in mysticism of Fates.

At the end of Legendary, Donatella made Jacks start to beat because, she was never destined for him. She was never going to fall in love with him. All the other girls that Jacks had met had loved him and he must have had, too, which is why none of them lived and none of them were his true love.

Aurora twisted what that "true love" meant. It meant it would be the one person who would never reciprocate their feelings.

That is why Tella survived and made Jacks's heart beat again. It is another chance to mock him, another method to hurt him. 💔

I hope this clears up some of the confusion! Let me know if you have any questions 😊

[daiisysaige]

Theories I have for A Curse for True Love with little to no explanations:

Evangeline is a descendent of the reverie key

Poison is Lyric Merrywood

Jacks will somehow ask Tella and Legend for help

Jacks was able to kiss Tella because she died and came back to life. I think that’s how he’ll be able to kiss Evangeline as well.

Jacks uses the apples to suppress his urge to kiss

I was gonna reread ouabh and tbona at the beginning of October and if I come up with anything else I’ll reblog this and add it.