¿Te parezco la clase de payaso que empezaría un movimiento? #nofilter #art #arte #Joker #jokerquotes #crepas #igers #ig_caba #ig_argentina #Devoto (en Crepas Devoto) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn2NJnMuPZV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

CUENCA

Ermita, ” Nuestra Señora del Rosario “. Horcajo de Santiago.

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Eu andarei vestido e armado, com as armas de São Jorge.

Eres de esos que solo prometen.

Me cansé de ser tu juguete.

Mi cuerpo se hace devoto a él, no importa si lo merece. Se entrega sin mi permiso. Y en noches como esta se resigna a extrañarlo. Cada espacio de mi superficie añora sus brazos.

No se qué foto es mejor 🥹🇦🇷 Le customicé una campera a @aguerobenja19 hijo del @kunaguero y nieto de #diegomaradona (creía que también era ahijado de @leomessi pero en la 3er foto su mismísima madre @giamaradona lo desmiente!) Y no se qué me emociona mas, si todo eso, que mi arte llegó a ellos, si esto que Argentina es campeón mundial, o que me transfirió a mi cuenta bancaria el mismísimo @kunaguero 😍🤣🙌 Mira hasta el final 👉 👉 El último video lo filmé en la fiesta en la casa de #D10S en #devoto Que locura todo esto 🇦🇷 🇦🇷 🇦🇷 ⚽ 🎉 (Hay que actualizar la bolsa de #AFA ⭐⭐⭐) (at AFA Selección Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmXrJMNOnRb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Vení a conectar con tu magia! Estamos hasta las 19hs. 🔮🌙 (Después te vas a tomar algo a lo de #Betular que te queda a una cuadra) ❤️🐰💫 #tiendaesotericaconejoblanco #tiendaholistica #tiendaesotérica #tiendaesoterica #tiendadetarot #conejoblanco #villadevoto #devoto https://www.instagram.com/p/CiVpIcXuM_7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Avis DeVoto

Julia - Bûche De Noël

Bebe Neuwirth as Avis DeVoto in episode 2x07 of Julia, "Shrimp and Grits"

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Julia (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Avis DeVoto/Judith Jones (1924-2017), Avis DeVoto/Blanche Knopf, Judith Jones (1924-2017)/Blanche Knopf Characters: Avis DeVoto, Judith Jones (1924-2017), Blanche Knopf, Paul Child, Julia Child, Evan Jones (c.1915-2006) Additional Tags: Older Woman/Younger Woman, Older Characters, Heavy Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Quasi-threesome, Overstimulation, Alcohol Summary:

“You are so beautiful,” Judith whispered as she nibbled on her earlobe. “So striking. Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. I look at you, and I see how much you’ve lived, and I like it. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. Please? Let me see you.”

Avis surrendered. She let Judith kiss her everywhere she pleased. Over her neck and jaw and lips. She let her look. She let her touch. Those lithe fingers of hers that danced over Avis’s jutting angles and non-existent curves. She was so soft and gentle, as if she feared Avis might crumple at the slightest pressure.

Gentle made Avis want to scream. Half-mad with lust, she wanted Judith to take her hard and fast and if she wanted to be gentle later, so be it, but she just felt so hot and heady, and the scent of jasmine and lime hung in the air.

But if Judith wanted to take her time, Avis would let her. She’d let Judith do anything she wanted. She’d be anything she needed. She’d—

“You’re so much like her.”

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Judith discovers what transpired in "Substitutions" and it would just be rude to leave her out of the loop entirely, wouldn't it?

– bebe neuwirth as avis devoto in julia s2 (episodes 2.01 + 2.03)

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It’s surprisingly easy to lie to Evan. A missed flight is a plausible enough thing, after all; he knows how exhausted she’s been these past few months. Running herself ragged while Julia has been off gallivanting around France and barely writing a recipe a week, if that, and Sartre has been moping around Paris feeling half-dead inside with nothing to show for it, and Blanche has been walling herself into her darkened office and driving away the only person who cares enough to turn on the lights for her.

Judith calls down to the front desk to book herself another night and pointedly does not ask about any telegrams that might have arrived for her.

A day…that’s all she needs. A day to herself to find the inspiration and relief and rekindling that JP and Julia and Simca and everyone else had absolutely failed to give her.

A luxuriously long, hot shower leaves her feeling significantly more human, and by the time the midday sun is warming her shoulders in front of Paul, she feels like she can breathe again.

The hot chocolate and pasty are decadent enough on their own, but time is the real indulgence. She meant it when she told the waiter she wouldn’t be leaving for a good long while. Sure, she’s working even now, but the air around her feels lighter than it ever could deep in the halls of Knopf where everything is dark carpets and gleaming mahogany. The sun is brighter here than it seemed to be back in New York and Boston, too. Hell, even the food seems remarkable—if only for its arrival with no fuss, no quibbling over seasoning and American customers and French authenticity, no endless bickering from two women far too old and behind on their deadline for Judith to tolerate it with good humor.

As midday stretches into early afternoon, Judith allows herself a second hot chocolate. Who knows the next time she’ll be in Paris, after all.

It isn’t long after it’s been delivered that she spots a familiar face weaving through the throngs of people that have gathered on the patio.

Avis sits down two tables over before glancing up and spotting Judith. She cocks her head to the side, brows drawing together even as a smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. “I thought you’d gone back to New York,” she says, ambling her way over to Judith’s table and gesturing at the empty seat across from her.

Judith motions for her to take it. “I decided to miss my flight.”

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