#the buenos aires affaire

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Salud!

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INTO THE FOLKLORE 🌳🧺🍎🌳

MEET ME: @taylorswift @taylornation

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ブエノスアイレス事件 マヌエル・プイグ、鼓直・訳 白水社 世界の文学 装幀＝真鍋博

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The Old Song Selector Dice in action on night 1 in Buenos Aires

(The size of this thing, next to our "6'2, at best" lead singer!)

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Le Corbusier en Buenos Aires, Cité des Affaires

En 1929, durante su estadía en Argentina, Le Corbusier propuso un proyecto de modernización de Buenos Aires, que incluía la creación de una “Ciudad de los negocios” que concentrara la actividad empresarial a orillas del río.

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Santa baby

This takes place in the You suck! universe, so feel free to check that one out if you haven't already! 😋

Okay, I need to give you a comprehensive warning so you can decide whether or not to read this.

WARNING: The following work of fiction describes a kinky and explicit roleplay using Santa Claus as one of the characters and a brief pretense of having an affair at the end. It is not my intention to offend anyone in any way at all and I apologise if I have done so (please drop me a message in my PM so that I might rectify my errors and be more mindful in the future as I am just unaware right now of any offence anyone might take). Furthermore, if you do feel you might take offence upon reading the contents of this warning, please proceed with caution or skip this post entirely.

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Miguel patted the space beside him and snarled when his hand met the empty mattress. Dios, he hated it when his girlfriend woke up before him. She wasn't a morning person, so it didn't happen too often, but that only made it all the more irritating when it coincided with the few mornings he'd let himself sleep in. Like today.

Miguel forced himself out of bed and stomped over to the toilet, expecting X to be brushing her teeth or taking a shower … but the door swung open to an empty bathroom when he pushed it. And suddenly, his irritation turned into fear. Had she left? Had someone taken her? Was she safe? What if she'd been kidnapped or … or what if she'd never even been there at all? But no, her toothbrush was by the sink, her damp towel was drying on the rack and her pyjamas were hanging behind the door. Miguel rushed out of his room, sniffing the air desperately for the sweet scent of the pancakes X liked to cook for them whenever he took a day off. Nothing. Then finally, he saw her standing in his living room, hovering by the Christmas tree Gabe had brought by his place a few days ago.

“X?” Miguel called, heading over to the stairs. He kept his gaze on the steps as he jogged down, taking care not to trip. “What are you doing, querida? I thought you hate-”

She turned around at the sound of his voice and grinned when she saw him freeze halfway down the stairs, his eyes roving over her wildly. He always looked so delicious in the mornings, his wavy hair all tousled, his cotton shirt all wrinkly, his features all grumpy from being roused from his slumber. He was so cute! But he didn't look grumpy now; if they were in a cartoon, she was sure that his jaw would have been touching the ground and his eyes would have been bulging exaggeratedly out of his head. It was the exact response she'd been hoping for.

“¡Buenos días, querido!” she greeted him brightly, as if she had no idea what the f*ck her unbelievably sexy outfit was doing to him right then. Ay, p*tas, where had she even gotten such a thing?! It was like some twisted, sexed-up Santa costume every conservative Christian mother would be petitioning to get banned on the streets: no way in hell was that thing safe for public consumption! Miguel's eyes travelled over her top, the long sleeves leaving her shoulders and collarbone bare before ending at her wrists in a fluffy, white cotton edging. The neckline dipped low into her cleavage, leaving very little to his imagination, especially with the way the scarlet material looked like it was struggling to contain her breasts. His eyes fell lower, past the cotton lining the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her miniskirt, and down to the sheer red stockings stretched over her legs, giving her normally tanned skin a wickedly scandalous tint. A myriad of curses and prayers flooded Miguel's mind as he shuffled down the last few steps to go over to his girlfriend. God have mercy on him: she really was going to be the death of him one day.

X clasped her hands behind her back when she noticed her boyfriend���s eyes lingering on her chest. Finally, he snapped his jaw shut and her nipples tingled with excitement at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down the saliva in his mouth. He was going to go feral on her today, she just knew it! She didn't celebrate Christmas, but she knew that he usually did given Gabriel's animated Christmas dinner planning when he'd dropped the tree off a few days ago. He'd be visiting them that night, leaving X the entire rest of the day to torture and tease her insanely gorgeous and sweet boyfriend! Miguel stepped forward, his eyes never leaving her chest, and just as she'd expected, he went for her breasts immediately.

She laughed as he closed his fingers around her soft flesh - actually laughed! Like he was just a silly little boy who didn't even know that he'd done something naughty! But his disbelief at her reaction was quickly replaced by another emotion when he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her shirt.

“F*ck,” he breathed, kneading her plush breasts gently in his hands. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the line running down the centre of her cleavage and suddenly, he became overcome with the overwhelming need to kiss her. He raised one hand to her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair to tug her closer to him, bringing their mouths together. X fell against him immediately, her knees going weak as he slipped his tongue between her lips and brushed it against hers. Miguel sucked in a breath as the sweet taste of his girlfriend flooded his mouth, then he slid his arm around her waist, gliding his palm across her bare skin.

He was kissing her so slowly, teasing her with every careful sweep of his tongue. She never could think properly when he kissed her like that. X wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and pressed her body against his, needing to feel his hard muscles melding so perfectly with her soft curves. But his muscles weren’t the only hard thing about him right then … 🤭 She let out a soft yelp as his already erect cock pressed against her abdomen, then she shivered when a low chuckle rumbled out of his chest in response. Her boyfriend moved both hands to her waist, then slid them down to her ass, his fingers crawling easily beneath the hem of her skirt to tickle her bare cheeks. Miguel let out another tortured moan, then dug his fingers into her flesh, forcing her to rub up against his centre. He rolled his hips against hers sloppily, too overcome with arousal to maintain a steady rhythm, then he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began trying to slide it down her legs.

“Mmph! Wait! Stop!” X exclaimed, forcing herself away from him quickly. Miguel blinked at her, too dazed to comprehend what had just happened. Then his eyes sharpened with focus and he bared his fangs at her. He took a step forward, intending to pull her back to him and continue playing with his delicious little arañita … but she’d told him to stop, and he always stopped when she asked. So, he retracted the claws he hadn’t even realised had shot out of his fingertips and forced himself to step away from her.

Her core tightened at the way the muscles in his jaw feathered as he ground his teeth together. Then she looked up and her heart thumped excitedly when she saw his scarlet gaze trained on her, his thick brows pulled low over his upturned eyes. Holy shit, he was hot when he was mad - especially when he was mad at her for making him so aroused and then not letting him play with her however he wanted! X took in a deep breath, trying to extinguish the rapidly building heat gathering in her body, then she cleared her throat.

“I need to give you your Christmas present first,” she explained calmly, tilting her head and fluttering her long eyelashes up at him. “That’s how it works, right?”

His heart pounded angrily as she fixed him with such a sweet look, her innocent demeanour only serving to make him more aroused by all the dirty thoughts he was having about her in that outfit. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to diminish the irritation filling up his chest and pressing against his throat. But his voice still came out as a growl when he replied. “There are no rules for sex on Christmas, arañita.”

Another shiver danced down her spine at how low and rough his voice had become: oh, he was furious with her. The thought caused a wave of excitement to explode out of her stomach and wash over her chest and she narrowly managed to stop a giggle from bubbling out of her mouth - that would probably only make him more apoplectic with rage! She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down, but she could still feel the blush in her cheeks as he kept his eyes trained on her, waiting impatiently for her to give him her permission. She straightened and smoothed her expression as best as she could, then she turned around and bent over to grab his present from under the Christmas tree.

“P*ta madre, arañita,” Miguel’s pained groan came from behind her as her skirt flipped up to reveal her bare ass. “¡¿Por qué carajo me estás haciendo esto?! (Why the f*ck are you doing this to me?!)”

She giggled softly as she turned back to him with a flat, rectangular box in her hands and ay, Dios, she looked so cute with her adorable little smile and her shimmery, rosy makeup that his heart couldn’t help but flutter in his chest. X tucked the box under one arm, then took hold of his hand and started leading them back up the stairs. Miguel remained silent as he followed behind her, his eyes unsure of which part of her they wanted to linger on: her delicate shoulders? The sliver of exposed skin between her shirt and her skirt? The smooth curve of her round ass? F*ck. Finally, she stopped outside his door and handed him the box.

“Let me know when you're done!” she told him, pushing him into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. And then he was alone again.

Miguel hopped over to his bed, feeling like a little kid on Christmas day who couldn't wait to tear open his gifts and see what he'd gotten. He sat down and started unwrapping the box, careful not to destroy his girlfriend's meticulous wrapping, then he furrowed his brows when saw what was inside. He cautiously lifted the red fabric out of the box and his heart stopped when he realised what it was: a sexy Santa costume. ¡Ay, p*ta madre! He shook his head in disbelief, thinking about little him innocently unwrapping his Christmas presents by the tree, completely unaware that he'd one day grow into a big, strong man who'd be lucky enough to land such a sweet and sexy little girlfriend who would adore him like he was the greatest thing to have ever graced the Earth. He chuckled softly, then switched his pyjamas with the costume. He went over to his bathroom to get a quick glance at himself and his heart thudded rapidly when he saw the generous slice of his chest exposed by the deep v cut of the shirt: X was going to lose her mind when she saw him.

She bounced in position gleefully, unable to contain her excitement. Eventually, the door clicked open and she walked into the room to find her boyfriend dressed up in the effing hot Santa outfit she’d found online. Her heart thumped rapidly at the sight of him, the defined lines of his broad chest exposed so deliciously down to the bottom of his ribs. Her body heated up - so quickly she thought she might spontaneously combust! - and she closed her eyes for a second as a wave of arousal threatened to knock her off her feet. She blinked her eyes open and pulled a deep breath of air into her lungs, then she clasped her hands behind her back and smiled.

“Santa?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes up at him as she made her way over to him. “Is it my turn to finally get my Christmas present?”

She slid her hands along Miguel’s shoulders and barely suppressed a gasp when she heard his breath hitch at their sudden proximity. X swallowed hard and kept her gaze fixed on a loose strand of his hair curling around his ear, studiously avoiding looking at his lips.

“I’ve been such a good girl, you know,” she continued, her voice rising in pitch as she got into her role, “all year long! I’ve always helped you so much, Santa! I’ve been crowned most hardworking elf for three years in a row! Aren’t you going to give me my reward for being such a good girl?”

She finally lifted her gaze to his and Miguel felt a wave of dizziness hit him as she fixed him with an adorable little pout. F******ck. He really was in for it today. He kept his fists clenched by his sides, knowing he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself if his hands slid around her bare waist.

“What do you want for your reward, princesa?” he asked, his voice still coming out gruff with barely controlled impatience. X bit her lip and let her eyes fall back down to his chest. God, his tanned skin looked so delicious that her mouth started watering at the very sight of it! She let her fingers drift down his torso, grazing his skin lightly, and another smile tugged on her lips as he tensed up at the feeling.

“Mmm, you’re Santa, right?” she flicked her gaze up to his, a knowing expression on her face. “Shouldn’t you already know?”

He grabbed her chin and glared down at her, his lips twisted into a frown. She continued to smile up at him as his eyes trailed over her features and it just made his blood pound through his veins even harder. He let out a huff, then lowered his gaze to her body, taking her in carefully. She looked so f*cking delicious that his core was already throbbing with the need for her - and she hadn’t even touched him yet! He let his hand drift down to her throat and clasped it loosely, holding her in position as he bent forward. Then he pressed his lips to hers.

Her knees buckled beneath her as he grazed his lips against hers. X let out a small yelp and clutched her boyfriend’s shirt, trying to keep herself upright. So, he slid his arms around her, finally allowing himself to indulge in her. His tongue parted her lips as he swept his hands across her body, running them all over her to squeeze every soft curve his fingers landed on and stroke every inch of bare skin he could find. X stumbled in his arms as Miguel turned her around and began walking her backwards to his bed, his hands dipping underneath her clothing now to graze the bottoms of her breasts and tickle the base of her abdomen. A violent shudder wracked through her body as her p*ssy started leaking at the sensation and Miguel grunted into her mouth before lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed.

Her eyelids fluttered rapidly as she tried to regain control over her senses, her lips parted in stunned confusion. They’d been red and glossy when she’d first looked up at him with that adorable little pout, but they were only slightly rosy now, the shine and colour having quickly faded away. Miguel brushed the corner of his lips with his thumb and snickered softly when it came away red, then he climbed on top of X and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. He kissed her gently, letting his lips linger for a moment before he sucked her skin softly and pulled away. He grinned when he saw the faint patches of red indicating where his mouth had been and delved back in to begin making a trail down to her collarbone: he wanted to see his lips marking every inch of her skin, warning everyone that she was his and no one else’s. A groan escaped his throat as he continued further down to her chest, the image of her naked body covered with the scarlet outline of his lips driving him mad with desire, then he pulled back slightly to undo the buttons on her shirt.

She sucked in a breath as he squeezed the now loose fabric of her shirt in his hands, his mouth brushing teasingly against her ribs. Then he released the material and cupped her breasts, forcing a gasp out of her. Her boyfriend licked and nibbled her skin, satisfied moans and groans pouring from his mouth as his hands continued to play with her breasts. X wrapped her legs around his waist and wriggled her hips against his body, trying to soothe the frustrated throbs of her p*ssy … but Miguel only leaned more heavily on her, holding her firmly against the mattress as he replaced one of his hands with his lips.

He alternated between sucking and licking her already pebbled nipple, ignoring her desperate writhing beneath him so he could enjoy her the way he wanted to. Finally, when his tongue felt numb from running across the stiff little peak of her nipple, he moved his mouth to her other breast, closing it around the entire mound of flesh this time. He lay his head on his arm as he suckled on her lazily, letting some of the adrenaline dissipate from his body, then he inhaled deeply and released her with a wet ‘pop’. He nibbled his way back up to the base of her ear, suddenly overcome with the need to sink his fangs into her soft flesh, then he let them loose and began trailing the tips down her body.

He was so careful not to prick her skin, his considerate movements so at odds with his earlier demeanour. X twisted her fingers in the bed sheets as her legs tightened around Miguel’s waist again, her p*ssy practically weeping now for any sort of friction, and Miguel slipped his arm beneath her back as she arched off the bed involuntarily. She buried her fingers in his hair as he dipped his hand into the back of her skirt, undoing the zip with his thumb, then she moved her hands to his shoulders so she could lift her ass up enough for him to slide it down her legs.

He stood up and studied her for a moment, her glistening breasts heaving up and down as she panted for breath, her eyes glazed over with lust as she looked up at him, then he undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. He kept his gaze fixed on her as he took himself in his hand, the beautiful sight of her enough to have him rock-hard in his own fist as he pumped himself slowly.

She swallowed hard and blinked drowsily as another tsunami of arousal turned her brain momentarily numb. Holy freaking shite! He looked so effing hot, standing there and staring at her while his own freaking fingers slid up and down the length of his swollen cock. Miguel inhaled slowly as his eyes travelled down the length of her body and X watched, transfixed, as he moved his fingers to the end of his shaft and began circling his own tip with his thumb. He kept his movements slow, lazy, toying with himself as he continued to train his focus on her, and X felt a stream of arousal gush out of her when his thumb began glistening with his own prec*m. She closed her eyes as they rolled around in her head, then quickly opened them again to see what he would do next.

Miguel breathed in again as his core tightened pleasingly, his body reacting with excitement to his own teasing, then he abandoned his tip and nodded to the top of his bed.

“Lie down,” he commanded his girlfriend, the gentle firmness in his voice enough to pull her out of her stunned silence. “Ass up.”

X dragged her round eyes away from his cock and snapped her jaw shut before nodding at him obediently. She scrambled to the top of the bed and arranged herself in a comfortable position, then waited patiently for his next command. Miguel chuckled softly and crawled onto the bed, nudging her legs apart to settle himself between them. He curled his fingers around the backs of her thighs and smirked at the way her toes curled as he pushed them up the bed, spreading her out so that the cool air tickled her p*ssy through the thin material of her thong. Then he pressed his palm against her ass and began sliding his fingers down her middle.

She clenched her jaw tightly - and all her other muscles too - trying desperately to keep herself from crying out helplessly. She was supposed to be an innocent little elf, after all, and there was just something so thrilling about quietly receiving her reward while pretending not to realise how naughty it really was! But she just couldn’t stop the small squeaks and whimpers that kept falling out of her mouth, even when she pressed her lips into the pillow to try to muffle herself. Miguel chuckled against her, his long fingers moving painstakingly slowly along her most excited bits, and this time, an entire moan forced itself out of her throat!

“Don’t be shy, preciosa,” her boyfriend assured her, his voice smooth and velvety. “How will I know if I’m doing a good job if you don’t tell me?”

Miguel lowered his mouth to her shoulder and pressed a lingering kiss to X’s bare skin before returning his lips to the base of her ear.

“I just want to make sure my favourite little elf is getting the reward she deserves,” he continued, his words coaxing another stream of arousal of out her already dripping p*ssy. “You know I’d be nothing without you, right, mi princesa?”

F*ck, she was cute, trembling helplessly beneath him, her knuckles going white with the force with which she was gripping her pillow. Miguel slid his hands around her waist and settled himself on top of her, positioning his cock against her slick p*ssy. Then he began rolling his hips slowly, grinding himself against her at a deliciously lazy pace.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to give you your reward,” he continued, relishing the cute little exclamations that kept escaping her mouth, “but I know how hard you work to make sure I get all those kids their presents in time for Christmas. You always work so hard to keep me happy, princesa, how could I not do the same for you?”

Her brain started buzzing as his cock continued to brush against her clit, pushing her to the edge of her pleasure. But all of a sudden, he pulled away, and flipped her onto her back before she could make sense of what was happening. X blinked up at him in a daze, disoriented by their sudden switch in position and Miguel fixed her with a wicked smile as he tugged her thong aside.

He slid himself into her without warning and shuddered violently when he feel her soaked p*ssy welcoming him into its warmth. Miguel closed his eyes as they rolled back with pleasure, then he shook his head, dispelling some of the fog that clouded his brain. He bit his lip as he leaned over his girlfriend and his core throbbed delightfully when he saw his shaft buried inside of her. Ay, mierda, she felt so f*cking good! He sucked in a breath, calming himself down so that he wouldn’t climax the second he thrust himself inside of her, then he sat back and slowly began moving his hips.

She wriggled her legs around his waist, unable to stop the choked gasps that poured from her throat every time his hot cock slid against her walls. She didn’t know how, but every time they had sex, it somehow felt ten times better than the last time! And they had a lot of sex!

X reached up as Miguel continued rolling his hips, brushing her fingers against his warm and solid chest. And then, holy shit, and then he began taking his shirt off, prompting the lines of his pecs and shoulders to come into sharp focus as he shrugged the sleeves off. X shook her head as her eyes flickered around the room wildly, the white-hot arousal taking over her brain, and barely managed to hang onto her focus enough to see his abs tighten and relax with each pleasurable thrust of his hips. But that was the last straw for her, because soon, her back was arching off the bed, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she came. She almost missed the smug chuckle her boyfriend let out as he leaned over her, his hips moving hard and fast to match the movements of hers, keeping his cock nestled securely inside of her while she writhed and squirmed underneath him. He maintained his unrelenting pace even as he began coming too, the warmth of his seed spilling inside of her drawing her orgasm out even longer!

“Mmmm … f***ck …” Miguel groaned, his voice so low and so full of satisfaction that the words were barely more than a rumble out of his chest! He lowered himself on top of his girlfriend, his hips slowing down as his c*m started draining out of him, then he lay his head on her shoulder, stealing a moment to catch his breath.

She lay unmoving in his arms, her brain still devoid of any thought as she slowly came down from her high. She turned her head slightly to meet Miguel’s gaze as he pushed himself up and she forced another breath into her lungs as he grinned at whatever he saw on her face.

“Awww,” Miguel laughed, lowering his lips to the wet trail running down her cheek. “¿Qué pasó, mi princesa? (What happened, my princess?) You didn’t like your Christmas gift?”

He moved his mouth to her other cheek and gently licked up the salty streak there before continuing. “I can always get you another one if-”

“No!” X interjected quickly, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and pulling him close to her. “No, I …”

She slid her hand down his back as her own arched off then bed, and moaned softly as her fingers travelled over the hard curves of his deliciously broad muscles.

“I loved it, Santa. Best. Christmas gift. Ever!” she confirmed, grinning up at him when he pulled back to look at her. Miguel’s eyes immediately fell down to her lips and he sank his teeth into his own as his girlfriend dragged her nails along his scalp.

“Good,” he said, brushing his lips teasingly against hers. “I’d hate for my pretty little elf to be disappointed on Christmas.”

He continued to smile as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his heart fluttered excitedly when his adorable little girlfriend giggled softly at his obvious pleasure.

“Next time, don’t wait until Christmas to come and get your reward, princesa,” Miguel murmured against her lips in between slow and lingering kisses. “Santa doesn’t like his elves to feel neglected, you know? I want to make sure that all of you always know how grateful I am for you; how appreciative I am of all the hard work that you do for me.”

God, she could feel herself starting to get wet again at his smooth tone - at the delightfully wicked undercurrent to his words. She sucked in a breath as her boyfriend wrapped his strong arms tighter around her, his lips and tongue moving so mouth-wateringly slowly against hers. But then he pulled back and gazed at her with wide eyes, his expression serious.

“Promise me you won’t wait a whole year to come and get your reward, mi princesita perfecta?” Miguel asked. His girlfriend nodded her head eagerly and Miguel smiled before lowering his mouth to her neck this time. “Mmm, that’s my good little elf. You always work so hard to take care of me, preciosa. Will you let me take care of you, too? Will you let Santa do this one thing for you, mi bonita?”

She shivered as he nipped her earlobe, then wrapped her legs around him as he snickered against her skin, his warm breath tickling the crook of her neck. She swallowed hard as her p*ssy began throbbing around his cock again, her body heating up with excitement at his satisfied moans and groans. “Y-Yes, S-Santa! I-I …”

A whine forced its way out of her mouth as her cervix contracted hard and Miguel groaned loudly as she curled herself around him and buried her fingers in his hair. “Mmmmm …”

Another shudder wracked her body as his chest vibrated against hers.

“M-M-Mi … S-Santa!” X whined, almost forgetting what was happening as her boyfriend’s sexed-up scent clouded her thoughts. God, he smelled so good when he was aroused! She inhaled deeply, greedily soaking up his scent, and her tongue fell out of her mouth as he began grinding himself deep inside of her. Miguel pulled back slightly and laughed when he saw the look on her face.

“But querida,” he began, his gravelly voice raking over her spine and drawing a shiver out of her, “why would such a good girl ... wear such a naughty outfit?”

“I … I …” X gasped, desperately trying to suck in a breath as her body writhed around on the bed. “I was just … doing what you told me to, Santa … You said … You said … you were going to promote me … for being such a hardworking elf … and then … and then you said … not to take my new uniform off … especially whenever I came to see you in your office …”

¡Ay, mierda! Santa had given his pretty little girlfriend such a naughty outfit?! And then made her wear it every time she visited him in his office?! What a wicked devil he was! Miguel sighed and covered X’s breasts with his hands, squeezing them gently before leaning over her and peppering her skin with kisses. His hips picked up their pace as his lips made their way across her chest, spurred on by the uncontrollable need to be so deeply intertwined with his love. Miguel grunted and kicked at the mattress as he slid his hands down to the back of X’s thighs, trying to push himself even deeper into his precious little girlfriend’s warm and soft little body. He buried his face in her neck as he fumbled with her legs, grabbing them so he could push them against her chest, then he wrapped his arms all the way around her waist, folding her in half against him.

Holy shit … he was pounding into her so hard that she was sure there'd be an imprint of her left in the mattress when he was done! X moaned loudly, unable to do anything more than lie back and take her boyfriend’s dick. Her eyes rolled around as his cock squelched inside of her body, his thick girth filling her up so completely that she couldn’t even pinpoint where he ended and she began. But somehow, she managed to slide her hands around his waist and curl her fingers around his pert cheeks.

“F********ck,” he groaned, losing his mind at the way she squeezed his ass in time to the rhythm of his hips. Dios, she was so, so ... lovely! He sucked in a breath as the white-hot pleasure started creeping in on the edges of his brain, rapidly taking over his thoughts. Then his brain turned completely numb with ecstasy and he eased his pace to grind himself into her deep and slow. He continued to lie in her arms when he’d finished, utterly swept up in her scent, her touch, her love that she showered him with every second of every day. Finally, she wriggled her arms out from under his and reached up to brush his damp curls.

“Mmm, mi princesa,” Miguel murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck. “Mi querida … Mi cariño … Mi amor … Mi cielo … Te amo, mi querida … Te amo … (Mmm, my princess ... My darling ... Mi sweetheart ... My love ... My heaven/angel ... I love you, my darling, I love you ...)”

X giggled softly at his barely coherent praises and continued stroking his hair until he turned them over onto their sides. She smiled up at him softly as his eyes flickered over her face, his expression unreadable, then she stretched up to give his nose a quick peck. Immediately, his lips stretched wide into a grin and his gaze softened as her eyes met his again. Then X’s eyes widened and Miguel’s heart stopped when he saw the corners of her lips twist up with mischief.

“Oh!” X exclaimed, shooting up in her seat. “I should pretend to be Mrs Claus now!”

She dashed into the bathroom before Miguel could respond and he let out an exaggerated groan as he covered his face with his hands. Dios, was it too much to ask to just lie in each other’s arms for a while as they came down from their highs? He’d already done her goddamned roleplay! Miguel pushed himself up and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, then waited impatiently for his insane girlfriend to return to him.

“Mr Claus!” Miguel looked up as he heard X’s furious exclamation and was confused to find that she’d wiped some of her makeup off and changed into one of his red shirts. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening now, but his girlfriend didn’t give him a chance to comprehend before she stormed over to him in anger. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?! Stumbling around in here completely naked and dripping with sweat! What if someone-”

She stopped suddenly to let out a horrified gasp, as if she’d just made an atrocious discovery. Then she frowned and wagged her finger at him disapprovingly. “You were with that elf girl, weren’t you! Hmph! I told you to watch yourself around her, but noooooo! You just couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you, Mr Claus! No wonder you’ve been working out so hard the whole year! I bet she just loved the Christmas present you gave her, didn’t she?!”

Miguel stared blankly at her, still trying to understand her sudden shift in demeanour. Was she … supposed to be his wife?! But he was … having an affair?! With one of his elves?! Miguel swallowed hard as his stomach flipped at the naughtiness of it all, then he closed his eyes to ride out the dizzying wave of arousal that crashed into him. He shook his head when it had passed, then stood up and held his hands out to his girlfriend, gesturing for her to go over to him.

X folded her arms across her chest as she stepped into his embrace. Her boyfriend kept a loose grip on her waist as she craned her head back to look up at him and didn't respond even as she fixed him with a threatening glare.

“Well?!” she pressed when he continued to remain silent. “Are you just gonna stand there and- Mmph!”

He slid one hand beneath her shirt and the other up the back of her neck, pulling her close to him and silencing her with a kiss. X relaxed into his touch, letting herself be swept away by the feeling of his mouth on hers, his hands making their way under her clothes and wandering across her bare skin. She barely even noticed when he picked her up and sat down on the edge of the bed, cuddling her against his chest. X raised an eyebrow at him in question. “What was that for?”

Her boyfriend's lips parted and his gaze grew unfocused again as he tried to recall what he'd been trying to do. “Shut up for a second.”

X's eyes widened again and her lips twisted into a genuine frown this time. She opened her mouth to reprimand him, but Miguel stopped her quickly.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, a pleading undertone in his voice. “I need to think.”

X sat back and waited patiently as he puzzled through his thoughts, her fingernails lightly running over his forearms.

“So, I'm Santa,” Miguel began finally, “and I'm having an affair with one of my elves. And my wife knows about it? She knew about it before it began?!”

His voice rose in volume with every sentence that he spoke and X snickered softly as the increasing shock on his handsome face.

“Yup!” she agreed, her confirmation only making him even more confused.

“Then why didn't she do anything to stop me?!”

“I don't know!” X shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why didn't you do anything to stop yourself?”

“I didn't … That wasn't me, arañita!” Miguel argued, his frustration rising. But then his girlfriend's lips wobbled and a laugh burst out of her mouth, and the sound of her amusement put him back at ease. Miguel shook his head and wrapped his arms back around her as he chuckled along with her.

“It's just a roleplay, Miguel,” X pointed out, cupping his cheek in her hand to admire his dark features. Miguel leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek, then he lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck and placed another kiss there.

“So, got any more surprises for me tonight, querida?” X laughed at his smooth tone and smacked his shoulder as she pushed herself off of him.

“Your brother will be joining us for dinner tonight, remember, hermoso?” She flicked him on the nose and Miguel felt his heart swell at the gesture and praise.

“Yeah, but he has to go home sometime, right?” Miguel pointed out, getting up and following her to the bathroom.

“I don't know,” X replied, biting her lip to try to hide her naughty smile. “I was planning on asking him if he wants to stay over. We could watch a cheesy Christmas movie or something?”

Miguel placed his hand on the door, catching it before X could close it on him. She pressed her lips together as she turned to face him, her eyes as round and innocent as she could make them, and Miguel raised an eyebrow as he flashed her a challenging smirk. X gulped as her stomach flipped at the look on his face and Miguel reached down to grab her by the waist. “And what makes you think my brother's going to want to third wheel us the entire night?”

“Ummm …” X trailed off as her boyfriend slipped her clothes off and lifted her onto his waist, easily carrying her over to the shower. “What were we talking about?”

Miguel laughed at her question and set her down so he could wrap her up in a hug. “Te amo, mi arañita loca. (I love you, my crazy little spider.)”

X grinned. “Te amo también, mi araña loco. (I love you too, my crazy spider.)”

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[aziraphales-library]

Hii, hope you're doing well!

Do you possibly have any fic recs/aus (preferably not smut but I also wouldn't mind if it is) where Heaven and Hell send Az and Crowley on the same assignments/have them working together or something and they have to pretend they hate each other/don't know each other and such? Thxs!

Hello! Here are some fics in which they work on assignments together. The pretending to hate/not know each other is more difficult to find specifically, but as it is a general element to the canon story, I'm hopeful it's in here somewhere...

Like an Earthly Nebula by Carimes_treehouse (G)

To teach Aziraphale how to do Temptations for the Arrangement, Crowley suggests they go on an assignment together. Scotland was a beautiful place, that time of year... --- Aziraphale ended his portion of the broth and Crowley slid his unfinished bowl towards him, receiving a thankful smile from the angel. They were now enveloped in silence —a comfortable sort of silence— when Aziraphale’s entire face lit up, looking directly behind Crowley and through the window. “Oh, Crowley, look!” Crowley turned around.

Joint Assignment by Calypso1012 (M)

Crowley and Aziraphale are assigned to a mission TOGETHER by Heaven and Hell. Aziraphale is extremely nervous about the assignment and seems to think that this is all just an elaborate test designed by Heaven and Hell to test their true loyalties. Crowley tries to be as patient as he can with his angel, but sometimes he just wants to kiss him until he doesn't remember what his fears even were to begin with.

Mercy by rowenablade (M)

Aziraphale and Crowley collaborate on an assignment, and Crowley takes on a bit more than he can handle. In the aftermath, Aziraphale has to face some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

A Most Unusual Affair by clenster, HolyCatsAndRabbits (G)

Crowley was slouched on the bookshop sofa in a snake-like curl of dark clothing. It was late afternoon and the noise from the street outside was muted here in the back room. Aziraphale had welcomed the opportunity to close the shop early when Crowley had sauntered in, carrying a bottle of red wine and looking quite Tempting. Now, to clarify: the demon Crowley was, by nature, very tempting. It had always been his job, starting with Eve. But Aziraphale made a distinction in his mind between Crowley being tempting and his being Tempting. The former was innate, the latter very much Crowley’s own creative mind attempting to wile an angel into agreeing to things which he should not. There was Tempting in Crowley’s expression today. “Let’s hear it, then,” Aziraphale invited. **In the late 18th century, Aziraphale and Crowley join forces to carry out an assignment from Hell and discover a mystery on a country estate.

Job(s) by sharkie (T)

Once, Crowley and Aziraphale received the same assignment.

The longest shadows ever cast by bookmarksorganization, semperfiona_podfic (M)

For almost five years, Aziraphale has largely been avoiding Crowley—unprepared to deal with the reality of his feelings after his realization in 1941. Their paths cross in Buenos Aires, when they stumble into working the same assignment for the first time in centuries: influencing the enigmatic manager of an illegal high-stakes casino. Faced with glamour, luxury, danger, and each other, Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves dancing closer to what separates them than ever before.

- Mod D

[universalcowboyclown2006]

Headcanons about California (Long text):

• California is a white latino.

Reasons? He gives the vibes of being a white latino with Vitamin D deficiency because of not leaving too much his apartment and having a poor diet (the vitamin D deficiency it's a projection), also for genetics.

• Him, Baja California and Baja California Sur need glasses to see because the three of them have astigmatism. (Funfact: California and Baja share the San Andrés fault)

• When he was a spanish and then a mexican territory, he used to be taller than Texas and had long hair. A very long hair but he didn't knew how to take care of it so Yucatan had to do it because she was the closest thing he had of an older sister.

• He joined to the american side in the Mexican-American war, not because he had no choice but because he wanted to leave Mexico... Except he left Baja California behind and abandon him (this was before Baja California Sur born).

(• Talking about Yucatan, she was the older sister for mostly the mexican states and for Texas, New Mexico and California, especially for Texas.)

• He's losing his ability to tolerate spicy food thanks to the american food.

• He had relationships, affairs or just a situationship with another human representations around the world beside the states:

Those were:

- Bahamas (he broke her heart and Florida almost broke California in half) (affair)

- Tokyo (she just used him but nobody believes him thanks to her calm and educated demeanor; don't have her as your enemy...NEVER...) (unknown status)

- London (Him and London were so toxic for each other) (affair)

- Buenos Aires (Latinoamerica started to hate him because he wasn't a nice guy towards her, even if he's a feminist and even if Latinoamerica didn't like her. Otherwise, Buenos Aires has a draft tweet (not only on Twitter) about California and all his personal information that could ruin him forever; she obtained the information from Tokyo) (relationship)

- Zurich (Zurich's first and last relationship because he develop an anxious attachment style and Cali is one of the reasons he goes to therapy) (Situationship/Relationship, it was pretty confusing)

- Saint Petersburg (Oh god...he...their relationship it's a confidential document top secret and no one knows they were something except for Tokyo) (unknown affair)

- Seoul (She thought he was different from the men of her country, Seoul was right but the stereotypes she saw on America about her country and other asian countries make her broke up with California; this was the healthiest broke up that Seoul had but the most painful for Cali, he loved her so much and the relationship was cute for both of them.) (Relationship)

- Belgium (California broke up with him but Belgium still loved him (Belgium is a cinnamon roll until you discover what he did in the Democratic Republic of Congo))(Relationship)

Etc.

• Usually when he has a problem with a country, he uses his "What if I'm a country?" status to be taken seriously, thing that doesn't work and ask for help from Gov at the end.

That's it, bye bye!!

(Edit 14/04/2024: Cali's relationship with London was an affair, not a formal one)

[sgiandubh]

Zan, Zendegi, Âzâdi/ Woman, life, freedom

Disclaimer: I took an inordinately amount of time to ponder and write the following. Last lost occasion was just before the most Recent Blunder - not exactly the best moment to mention other Oriental affairs.

Last mid-December, we all (yes, even me) watched this, live from Madrid:

This moment was important, in many ways, and at the time, the focus was on the personal acknowledgements part of the speech. One of my very first posts on this damn blog even deals with some elements of context overlooked by many. Mordor has pretzeled its collective quarter neuron to try and demonstrate, once more, 'he didn't mean it like that' (he did exactly mean it like that, mind you). Some even bravely tried to link S to 'Mysterious Muslim Woman nr. 6625' (to no great success). Finally, Norouzi was mentioned, in more or less salaciously insinuating overtones . A ready-made explanation for something they simply could not grasp: it's a bit more complicated than Bridgerton's plot, I am afraid. Everything about that evening was discussed, apparently ad nauseam.

But not the Persian reference. That went completely under the radar and I think it's a shame. So why that reference?

It was everywhere. On October 28 2022, in Buenos Aires, for example, Coldplay (and the exiled Persian actress Golshifteh Farahani) were openly supporting on stage the Persian women's unprecedented protests. This specific wave of protests followed the horrendous assassination of Mahsa Amini, a student who died while in police custody for the crime of 'wearing her headscarf improperly', on September 22, 2022:

So no Muslim woman and - I bet the farm - no Alex Norouzi were instrumental in this choice. Someone else was. A someone who openly protested, too and at a very early moment: as early as October 1st, 2022. Kindly refer to the 0:28 mark:

This made no waves, at its time, either on X or Tumblr. It wasn't exactly convenient to the Narrative, you see. And Norouzi, spare for being Persian himself - something else that escaped the Mordorian intelligentsia for almost five years (!) - is, in my humble opinion, quite a different story altogether.

I started to write a horrendously long post about history, culture and all the personal rest. But I realize it would just be too much. I would simply discuss AN, the Add-on a bit later: that should make things more clear.

[searchingforserendipity25]

tag meme for posting your favorite 9 books read in 2023

Thank you @meadowlarkx! I'm loving getting to know everyone's book recs from last year.

Tagging with no pressure @sallysavestheday, @mayfriend, @theghostinthemargins, @thalion71, @247reader, @melestasflight, @nablah, @camille-lachenille, @m-b-w, and anyone who'd like to share their recs!

I took the liberty of writing a little about every book under the cut, because it is 22:30 and I am passionate about these books.

Lavinia, Ursula le Guin. It's le Guin, do I have to say it? I really have, because the depths of study on ancient animism in the Italian countryside is extraordinarily well researched, and even aside from the ambitious narrative approach of Lavinia speaking with Aeneas, the study that went into it is one of the most respectful and involving approaches to ancient spirituality I have read.

The Fury is Silvina Ocampo's recently translated short-story compilation! Whole-heartedly recommend any of her short works, which I understand are published with different titles. Reading anything of hers feels like the pervasive grey silence of staying awake till four a.m. as you consider all the familiar people and strangers you have known and reconcile with the strain of incurable isolation and cruelty present in human nature. Life, Silvina tells you, is sharpened and not redeemed by the possibility of understanding. You are not safe from Silvina Ocampo's studies in unsettling mundanity; no one, Silvina warns, is ever safe within themselves. But at least Buenos Aires is very beautiful, and so are all her deliciously malicious women.

The Fée et Tendres Automates (Béatrice Tillier-Téby) graphic book series starts with this book, about Jam, a young man who is not so young, surviving in a dystopic Victorian society while trying to reunite with the sentient mannequin he's in love with...it is moving, it is bold, it has class warfare and magic and a mad scientist, it is gorgeously written and illustrated.

I read The Blue Castle (L. M. Montgomery). Loved the Blue Castle. 'A book about being in your twenties' is a bad summary, but technically not wrong?

I wavered on putting on Claúdia Andrade's short-story collection 'Quarter Finals and Other Stories', because it's not translated, but it was my favourite book of the year, in many ways! An incisive and imaginative writer with a delightfully chilly grasp on human nature. I find myself thinking about the scenes she invokes several times a week. For instance, I think all dying old women should be cursed to speak the truth of every secret they ever knew.

Lords and Ladies was a lot of fun! Also reread Wyrd Sisters. Every years Granny Ogg grows hotter wait who said that.

The Fox (D. H. Lawrence) is about cottage-core lesbians, but like, detestable cottage-core lesbians in post-war England. It's terrific psychological work - I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. The last paragraphs haunts me. Will never trust seaweed metaphors again.

The Painter of Birds (Lídia Jorge) is translated. I recommend it. I recommend it a normal amount. I might be lobbying Lídia Jorge for a Nobel, idk. In all seriousness - she is an absolute powerhouse with a career of profound, invasive, masterful works, she's got most Portuguese language and French awards, do get a Nobel while she's still kicking. God!! This book!!!!

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours (Helen Oyeyemi) is like nothing else. Ruiz Zábron married Angela Carter and then had an affair with Olga Tokarczuk? But it's queer and it's not white and unapologetic about being undefinable speculative fiction. Still chewing on it. Wonderful, wonderful, terrific.

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When Dora Maar died on 16 July 1997 at the age of 89, few people seemed to notice. It took the French newspaper Le Monde – in her home country – 10 days to publish anything. And when journalists did cotton on, they didn’t seem to think Maar was the story. The New York Times called her “a muse of Picasso” and the “principal model for many of his so-called weeping women portraits in the late 30s and early 40s”. The Independent, while admitting that Maar had been an artist in her own right, suggested that she would nonetheless be “remembered as the most poignant of Pablo Picasso’s mistresses”.

Forget that she’d also been a major surrealist photographer, one of the few women in that circle, and that she was still painting into her 80s. For critics, she was Picasso’s Weeping Woman – the eternally spurned mistress and muse. Maar herself bitterly resented being regarded as a sort of art-world Miss Havisham, the subject of someone else’s picture. “All [Picasso’s] portraits of me are lies,” she once said. “Not one is Dora Maar.”

Not before time, the Weeping Woman is having the last laugh. After a spell at the Pompidou in Paris, a major retrospective is heading to London’s Tate Modern then Los Angeles. The largest exhibition of its kind yet staged, it features nearly 300 objects: photographs, photomontages, advertising mock-ups, self-portraits, watercolours, oil landscapes and still lives. Few of these objects have been exhibited before, and certainly not on this scale. The sense is of a curtain being pulled back. Forget those Picasso portraits: here is how Dora Maar actually wanted to be seen.

Born Henriette Théodora Markovitch in Paris in 1907, to a French mother who owned a fashion boutique and a father who was a Croatian architect, her upbringing was multicultural. The family relocated to Buenos Aires when she was three, and she spent her childhood shuttling between Europe and South America, taking her first photographs on the sea journeys between. She trained as a painter in Paris, but found herself drawn to photography in the 1920s, becoming friendly with Henri Cartier-Bresson and Brassaï.

“She was very ambitious,” says her biographer, Victoria Combalia. “She wasn’t sure which direction she was going in, but she had such energy.”

In 1936 she met Picasso, and seems to have decided that the painter, nearly 30 years older, was her next project. The story of the encounter that turned them into lovers has been much mythologised. Legend has it that Maar sat in the famous literary watering hole, the Cafe les Deux Magots, playing a game where she stabbed a knife between her fingers to excite Picasso’s attention.

Whatever the truth, Combalia suggests that the striking thing is the way it suggests that she, not he, was in charge. “She wanted to seduce him, I’m sure. The whole scene with the knife is like a sadistic joke, almost a performance.”

Yet the balance soon tipped the other way. Picasso was also having a long-running affair with Marie-Thérèse Walter, which he refused to break off. He seems to have taken a perverse thrill in making Walter and Maar compete for his affections, describing a story where they came to blows in his studio as “one of my choicest memories”. Having initially painted Maar as a nymph or a bird, his portraits begin to show her in tears, notably the excruciating Weeping Woman (1937), now in Tate’s permanent collection, in which she seems to dissolve before our eyes.

Maar’s own artistic response is similarly hard to look at, though in quite different ways. A painting of hers from the same year, The Conversation, shows her and Walter sitting next to each other, almost in mirror image. Walter looks out, passive and inscrutable; Maar has her back to us, face hidden.

Yet while the relationship was emotionally punishing, it was productive. 1937 was also the year that Picasso painted Guernica, and Maar – as well as teaching him darkroom techniques – agreed to photograph the process of its creation. Indeed, it seems likely that his decision to depict that particular atrocity came from Maar, who was far more politically engaged. Not only does its style – severe black-and-white, almost photographic in its pitiless detail – borrow from her work, she actually painted a small section of it.

“He trusted her,” says Tate Modern director Frances Morris, who interviewed Maar when the latter was in her 80s. “As much as being a sexual or emotional relationship, it was a collaborative one.”

When their relationship finally fell apart in 1945, Maar was devastated and suffered a brief breakdown, intensified by the death of her mother. The guilt-stricken Picasso helped her buy a house in Provence, where she spent an increasing amount of her time. Catholicism began to occupy her life; rumours circulated – fanned by her former partner – that she’d gone mad, or become a recluse.

The truth is different, Combalia says: Maar kept making art, producing textile designs and devoted more time to painting. She also travelled, and continued to exhibit through the 50s and 60s. It’s also not true that she abandoned photography, as some claim. Though she made fewer photographs after the break with Picasso, she continued to experiment, crafting a late series of photograms (photographic prints made without a camera) in the 80s, as if reconnecting with her younger artistic self.

Maar never regained the profile she had experienced in her 20s, yet it’s wrong to say she disappeared. It was a slow withdrawal, and came about largely because Maar wanted to focus on her art. “In letters she writes, ‘Well, I don’t want to be social, I want to do my own thing. I have to paint,’” says Combalia

Morris, who visited Maar at her apartment in Paris in 1990, agrees. “It was an artist’s home. Every surface, every wall, spoke of that. There were easels and lots of canvases in her studio, covered in polythene. She was still working.”

What was Maar like to meet? Morris laughs: “When she answered the door, I thought at first it was the maid, this little old woman.” But she was soon struck by Maar’s forcefulness. “She was terrifically strong, you could see that. I think that’s what it was, in a way: making art was more important to her than how she was perceived.”

“She was very curious about the world,” Combalia adds. “She was always asking me what I was doing in Paris, what the name of my boyfriend at the time was. She loved gossip.”

Despite Maar’s talents being overlooked during her lifetime, Combalia believes we should be grateful that we can see so much work, and that so much of it is so good. “She really deserves to be known. We owe her that justice.”

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

January 8th attacks: Brazil requests extradition of 63 suspects hiding in Argentina

Brazilian Supreme Court Justice Alexandre de Moraes ordered the extradition of 63 Brazilian nationals residing in Argentina on Tuesday.

The Brazilian citizens are under investigation for their alleged involvement in the January 8, 2023 attacks on Brazil’s government headquarters by supporters of former President Jair Bolsonaro following his loss in the country’s elections.

The extradition request was formally presented to Justice Moraes’ office by the Federal Police.

On Wednesday, the Brazilian Ministry of Foreign Affairs transmitted the Supreme Court’s request to its embassy in Buenos Aires, ensuring that the list is forwarded to Argentine authorities. Once the extradition request is acknowledged, local judicial officials will deliberate on the matter. Despite existing mutual extradition agreements, Argentina retains the sovereign right to accept or reject Brazil’s petition.

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[marcelogardinetti]

Le Corbusier en Buenos Aires, Cité des Affaires

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Le musicien britannique Liam Payne, ancien membre du groupe One Direction, est mort mercredi 16 octobre 2024 à l’âge de 31 ans après avoir chuté du troisième étage d’un hôtel Casa Sur de Buenos Aires, a annoncé la police

La police a répondu à un appel au 103 signalant un homme agressif qui pourrait avoir été sous l’influence de drogues ou de l’alcool 

Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne et Louis Tomlinson lors des GQ Men of the Year Awards à Londres, le 6 septembre 2011.

One Direction, un produit de l’émission télévisée The X Factor, affaire Diddy = Producteur one direction Simon Cowell a connu un grand succès dès sa révélation en 2010. En octobre 2016, les membres du groupe alors âgés d’une vingtaine d’années avaient annoncé faire une pause d’une durée indéterminée tout en assurant vouloir continuer. Depuis, ils ne s’étaient plus jamais réunis sur scène ou en studio.

Le responsable de l’hôtel avait alerté les autorités, signalant qu’un client, probablement sous l’emprise de l’alcool ou de drogues, était en train de vandaliser la chambre 1408 et qu’il craignait pour sa sécurité

[ulisesbarreiro]

Lors de la clôture de la première journée de discussions sur la constitution de CARDANO qui s'est déroulée à Buenos Aires, notre cher Charles Hoskinson a pris la parole.

Charles Hoskinson en train de parler

La communauté CARDANO présente et représentée par ces personnes était très heureuse d'écouter le PDG d'IOG, la conférence et la réunion ayant eu lieu au Programme des Observateurs Palacio Duhau - Park Hyatt, Buenos Aires, car écouter un PDG parler peut offrir plusieurs avantages, parmi lesquels on peut souligner les suivants :

Perspective stratégique : les PDG partagent souvent leur vision et leur stratégie pour l'entreprise, ce qui permet de mieux comprendre les objectifs à long terme et l'orientation de l'entreprise. Inspiration et motivation : Les paroles d'un dirigeant peuvent être motivantes et inciter les employés et les autres parties prenantes à redoubler d'efforts et à s'engager en faveur des objectifs de l'entreprise. Connaissance du secteur : les PDG ont souvent une grande expérience et des connaissances spécifiques sur leur secteur d'activité, ce qui peut leur donner un aperçu précieux des tendances et des défis actuels. Culture d'entreprise : par son discours, un PDG peut communiquer et renforcer les valeurs et la culture de l'organisation, contribuant ainsi à aligner les employés sur la mission de l'entreprise. Possibilités de réseautage : assister à des événements où des PDG prennent la parole peut permettre de nouer des liens précieux avec d'autres professionnels du secteur. Apprentissage du leadership : observer la manière dont les PDG communiquent et gèrent les défis peut être une excellente occasion d'acquérir des compétences en matière de leadership et de gestion. Innovation et changement : les PDG peuvent partager des informations sur des projets, des innovations et des changements majeurs qui auront un impact sur l'entreprise, afin d'informer le public et de le préparer à la suite des événements. Écouter un PDG, en l'occurrence le grand Charles Hoskinson, peut être une expérience enrichissante et éducative, tant pour les employés que pour les autres personnes intéressées par le monde des affaires.

Après le discours de Charles, une belle fête a commencé, pleine de camaraderie CARDANO.