#patria watches

[stricklandvintagewatches]

As many of you may know, Patria movements were produced by Omega and marketed under the Patria name. During World War I, Omega made a brilliant marketing decision by entering a still unproven wristlet market created by soldiers in Europe. Their Patria name became synonymous with the trench watch, and by the end the war, every man recognized the advantage of having a watch on his wrist – instantly accessible – versus a pocket watch that one would have to fumble to retrieve. The move proved to be quite profitable for Omega: today they remain one of the finest watch houses in the world.

This 33mm by 40mm lug-to-lug example in a solid silver case with integrated shrapnel guard would have been the pride of some wealthy World War I officer who could afford to purchase a fine timepiece for himself. We have taken the liberty of fitting the watch with a bespoke 2-piece caramel cordovan strap.

If you'd like to see WWI wristwatches showcased in a magnificent way, please treat yourself to the movie "1917" by Sam Mendes. 

[comfortstars]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILBUR MENTIONED PARAGUAY ON A SORRY BOYS VIDEO LIKE TWO MONTHS AGO

[lifewithaview]

Patria (2020) Octubre benigno

E1

Bittori, the widow of a Basque businessman murdered by ETA, goes back to her hometown to uncover the truth about his husband's killing.

*While El Txato is having his siesta shortly before his murder, the radio gives that day's football results. Despite this apparently being October, the results correspond to those games played on 27th-28th January 1990. Furthermore, it is only 3.55 p.m., yet the majority of these games were played at 5.00 p.m.

[apoemaday]

Dulce et Decorum Est

by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime -- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud   Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.

[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any fics where one or both of them lose their memory? I love those kinds of fics!

We have plentiful #memory loss and #amnesia tags, so check those out for loads of fics! Here are a few more to add...

Your face is like a melody by Primroza (T)

Crowley accidentally takes over the bookshop. His new routine is interrupted by amnesiac Aziraphale returning. Crowley is determined to help him even though he knows Aziraphale will leave him again as soon as he remembers. *** “Oh my, I do apologize!” Aziraphale says. “I did not mean to startle you.” “Ngk,” says Crowley. He isn’t sure what’s the protocol for when the love of your life walks back into your life after rejecting you. But he sure as Hell knows that clumsily climbing out from under the armchair is a bad start.

The Clue (Love Is in the air) by Bildadthebaddie (G)

Archangel Aziraphale only had memories that go back a few weeks, or maybe months? Years? He doesn't know. He doesn't really know much- like who that stranger on the bench is, or why Heaven are checking up on him so often- but he knows that London is filled with an overpowering feeling of love

Shipwrecked, with no memory of who we were before by RCReveal (M)

Our two ineffable ones wash up on an island with no memory of who they were. Some fluffy fluff to watch them fall in love yet another time and maybe find themselves in a whole new way.

Far Away, Long Ago Glowing Dim as an Amber by guessimdemoms (G)

Anthony J Fall is a humble plant shop owner in a seaside English town with no memory other then being found by his friends (and shop mates) four years ago and nothing to his name but his plants, his shop, and an old copy of Pride and Prejudice with a ripped photo of a magician inside. One day, Anthony gets commissioned to provide the flowers for a wedding in Soho and when he arrives gets swept into a plan that not only is meant to help him regain his memory, but also stop the second coming.

Your Other Half by anyofmany (T)

Crowley is sent to the dungeons of Hell to execute a captive angel -- who stalls him with an absolutely insane story about averting the Apocalypse and a grand romance between the two of them. Hell's just taken Crowley's memory of it all as part of their punishment. How can Aziraphale gain Crowley's trust when everything about the truth is too fantastic to believe? Can he trust who Crowley is without any of the best memories of his life? And what will it take to save them both?

Strangers Again (patria sine memoria) by D_A_Cullum (M)

Months after Armageddon failed, Crowley stops by the bookshop to find its owner a stranger with no memory of him. The history is all there, from the garden to Tadfield, but Crowley isn't. He will have to start over with the angel while carefully sifting the past for clues as to what happened to his friend, and how it might be undone. Meanwhile, Aziraphale is ordered to get close to the demon who sauntered into his bookshop, to find out what he can about Hell's plans to restart Armageddon. That task is made all the more difficult as London falls under strict lockdown procedures. When Crowley defends him against a reconstituted Duke Ligur, Aziraphale begins to question the narrative he's been told. Now, as uneasy allies, they face whatever Heaven and Hell conjure for them. But will Crowley survive their future together, one where he remembers what Aziraphale cannot?

- Mod D

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, volatile emotions, dats a big boi, warnings will change

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Summary:

A new man comes prowling around, and you have a small misunderstanding.

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Chapter 3 - Empanadas Chilenas - Chile

These are popular during the month of September when Fiestas Patrias occurs. During Easter, beef isn't used for religious reasons, and substitutions like eggs, seafood, and cheese are used. Common ingredients are beef (not during Easter), seafood, onions, hard boiled eggs, raisins, cheeses, and olives. Garlic, cumin, paprika, and pepper are great spices to accompany the filling. The pastry is made from white flour made of wheat.

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Patrol tonight was going to suck. Gwen had cancelled at the last minute, because of a family crisis at home. Miles was home in bed, sicker than you'd ever seen him before. Peter was busy working on a paper and studying for finals for school, so that just left you, the one with no other obligations to keep you busy. You felt sorry for all of them.

You were up on a tall building as you surveyed your surroundings. It had been hours, and the city had been quiet for once. Nothing looked or sounded out of the ordinary for now. You were kind of sorta hoping something small might happen. Small enough so you weren't bored or really threatened.

Sure as shit, it was as if you had just manifested something to happen.

A scream alerted you to the south, and you darted off towards the noise. As you got closer, you heard metal trashcans banging together, a loud snarl, and what sounded like a fight. You got to the edge of the roof and looked down to see a man in a mask and a skin tight black and red suit. He was throwing a punch at a thug, only for the guy to pull out a knife and growl at him. The masked man leapt back and ducked as he was lunged at, then you heard the unmistakable sound of a web thwipping out and hitting skin.

You squinted and saw webs all over the guy, which threw you off. When you looked closer at the man, you saw he had a spider on his chest. This guy was a Spider-Folk? Why hadn't you ever seen him before? None of the others had ever mentioned him.

"I suggest you give it up, mi amigo."

You froze for a second, then hid behind a wall. That voice sounded exactly like Jake's voice, AND he was speaking Spanish! Your heart began to race wildly in your chest.

"Come on! Stop trying to stab me, you're embarrassing yourself." The man in the mask continued as you heard a punch, then another crash of trash cans. You heard him laugh, and it was almost the same, but distinctly different at the same time. Almost like he was enjoying this too much.

"Asshole! I'll fucking kill you, you Spider-Man rip off!"

"Haha, yeah right. I’ve heard that one before." You could hear the cockiness in his voice. It really sounded like Jake to you, and you needed another look, before you got angry about it.

Peeking over the ledge again, you made your suit darken a bit to blend in better with the shadows. You watched this man beat the snot out of the thug. Admittedly, you thought that was incredibly hot. Jake in a Spider-Folk outfit, smashing a guy's face in and covered in blood, and now he was tying him up. The guy was unconscious, up near the entrance of the alleyway.

"Alright. I know someone's up there. I can hear you breathing. And you smell like flowers." The masked man said as he looked directly up at you. You squeaked and immediately shrank flat to the ground.

"Are you seriously trying to hide after I just said- Oh forget it. I'm coming up there!" The man shouted up at you and you scrambled to your feet and backed away from the ledge.

Of all fucking nights to be alone, and this fucking happens!

"Hey there!" You suddenly heard his voice from behind you. You shrieked and scooted back again. You didn't even see or hear him come up.You always saw them coming, but not him.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You gasped as he hopped down and stared at you. He was staying still, arms crossed as he chuckled at your little scare.

"Whoa, I am sorry. I won't hurt you. I've seen you in the news outlets around town. You're that Galaxy Spider, aren't you?" The man asked, and you squinted at him again.

Jake knew that information. Was he trying to play stupid with you? Was he trying to pretend you couldn't recognize him in that get up?

"Uh, yeah." You almost sounded snide about it, and he held his hands up in defence.

"Hey, I am not one of those weirdo fan boys, okay? I'm just some guy with spider powers. I'm trying to help out while I’m in town."

In town?

In.

Fucking.

Town!?

Had he been just hiding here in New York this whole god damned time, just watching you?

What the fuck?

"Cut the crap, Jake Lockley. I know it's you!" You suddenly snapped at him as you straightened up. You were pissed.

"Huh? That's not my name-"

"Bullshit, Lockley! How could you keep this—-" You were just barely under a yelling tone as you ripped off your mask, mostly just so he could see just how angry you were. You motioned quickly to his suit, hands going up and down in fast motions. He was shocked, staring at your eyes as you seethed with rage.

"—-This whole Spider-Persona a secret from me!? Like we've been dating for three fucking years, and you know I'm a Spider, and not once did it occur to you to tell me that you also happen to be a fucking Spider!?" By now you were shaking with anger, trying desperately not to activate your webbing with how hard you were clenching your fists. You wanted to punch him so bad.

"Okay, lady, I'm not who you think I am, okay? My name is not Jake Lockley. My name is Miguel O'Hara." The man that claimed his name was Miguel, slowly took his mask off.

That didn't help anything at all, because there was his face.

His stupid, perfect, fucking face, looking just like Jake's. You were so blinded by the hurt Jake had caused, you didn't believe this man, even if he looked younger, and kind of beefier. Okay, a lot beefier. And taller, too?

"See?" He tried to continue, but you pointed at him, sticking your finger right into the center of his chest.

"You look just like him!" You hissed and the man pinched the bridge of his nose and hissed back. His hair was shorter, a bit of a mess, and he had red eyes that almost seemed to glow.

"But I am not him."

"Same face. Same voice. You speak Spanish." You said as he rolled his eyes.

"Are his eyes red?" Miguel countered, and you dropped your finger and looked into his eyes. He was right. He had red eyes.

"Uh, no… They glow white sometimes… Never red, uh, unless he's been hitting the green, if ya know what I mean." You sheepishly replied, then remembered people could have contacts.

"But how do I know these aren't fancy contacts?"

"You don't, but I can assure you they aren't. It's part of my Spider powers, just like you can summon lights and stand on them." He replied and you huffed. Okay, point taken, but you were still not fully trusting this man yet.

"Let me see your left arm. Jake has a tattoo." You demanded, and Miguel got right to work on removing his glove and rolling up his sleeve. The first thing you noticed, was the weird looking watch he had. Jake preferred a different kind of watch and you never saw him remove it. Then you saw all the scars Miguel had. They all were in different places then the ones on Jake. Then you noticed the forearm, and there wasn't a tattoo of hieroglyphics there.

"See? I am not him." Miguel again protested to being your ex. That was when you noticed his hands. His nails specifically. They were fucking claws, and longer than yours! He noticed you looking, and he put his gloves back on fairly quickly.

"That's… That's crazy. I guess I owe you an apology…" You quietly replied while looking down.

"Oh course you owe him an apology!" A small feminine voice spoke up. Miguel covered his watch and turned away.

"Lyla, shh!"

"Lyla?" You were confused. Was that his handler?

"Uh, she's my personal AI assistant." Miguel explained after he turned off the watch light.

"Oh… Like Mr. Stark's Jarvis?"

"Uh, yes. Like Jarvis."

"Whoa… That's actually pretty cool. I am sorry, Miguel. It's just… Nevermind. I'm sorry." You said as you slumped against the wall to catch your breath and slow your heart rate down.

"Whoever this Jake guy is, I don't like him. He sounds like he messed you up good." Miguel said with a sour looking face.

"He… He did." You looked away and reached up to move the hood down and scratch at your neck where the fastener was.

Miguel looked down at his watch, and sighed. Lyla was glaring at him and motioning towards your general direction while mouthing, 'Do something.'

"Hey, uh… Wanna talk about it? This is a judgement free zone." He offered as he leaned against the wall and waited.

You glanced at him and then at your feet. Why not? He seemed nice enough to you.

"Sure, I guess." You huffed and crouched down to stretch your body, then sat on the cold concrete. Miguel got down and sat with his legs crossed, his hands resting on his remarkably large thighs.

"So, uh… Jake is my ex boyfriend. We were dating inconsistently for three years…"

"Inconsistently?"

"Yeah, well, about that… He disappeared a lot. Never told me where he went, or what he did. He would often show up covered in blood from stab wounds and gun shots. I would help him out, then the next morning he was all better, like nothing had happened the night before. He always refused to tell me what had happened and why he was healing so fast."

"That sounds a lot like a super powered vigilante hero to me."

"I know, right? So, anyway, he would get irritated with me every time I asked about it, break up with me, then leave for long periods of time. He would always come crawling back and expected to just walk right back into my life like he didn't just break my heart and run away." You huffed in frustration as you ran your hands through your hair.

You heard a low growl come from Miguel. When you looked up at him, he looked pissed. Both of his fists were clenched, his jaw tight, and his red eyes somehow brighter.

"What a shocking coward. Here you are, busting your ass off for this city to protect it, and there he is, being a selfish prick. He's clearly using you as a comfort door mat, without thinking about your feelings."

"That's how I feel." You whispered back as your voice cracked.

"Look, that's not healthy. You're out here doing your best, and you don't deserve to be walked all over like that. Where is this idiot?" He asked as he stood up and cracked his knuckles.

"He left to go to London. Said he had some undercover gig to do, and it was a long haul sting. Wouldn't tell me anything else, aside from the fact he gave me a mailbox address." You explained. Miguel squinted at you.

"That's cold. How long ago was this?"

"About four months now, I think. He did it on our anniversary, actually." At this point your eyes were slowly leaking. You were trying so hard not to sob.

"He did not! That's horrible… And he hasn't contacted you since?"

"Nope." You said with a small sniffle. Miguel leaned forward ever so slightly.

"Damn, girl. Forget about that guy. Live your life. You're too good to be tied down to such a loser like that." Miguel remarked. You looked up at him and smiled. It was weird, but he was nice and very supportive for just meeting him. He wasn't being a perv or a creep either.

Oh, but he did look like he wanted to beat Jake up. That was a very pleasant image to think about. Watching two hot look- a- likes kick each other's asses. You would be lying if you said you were rooting for Jake.

"Thank you. I wish Jake would have seen it that way. I'm still living like I was. Like I am waiting for him to drop in at any moment to fuck up my flow. Though, this is the longest he's been gone, so it's easier to believe he's not coming back, even when he said he was." You explained as you leaned back against the wall and sighed heavily. With a quick wipe of your arm, you removed the tears from your cheeks and eyes.

"Don't let him have that power over you. You're a treasured wonder of the world. You have adoring fans, and people look up to you. Any man that is with you , should cherish the time they get with you. He should be worshipping you."

"That's hard to do, I… I just miss him. He was always so good to me when he was around…"

"Well, the man isn't treating you right now, is he? He should have told you what his deal was, if he has powers, and what they are. He should have told you if he's a superhero, a vigilante, or whatever the shock he is. If he loved you, really loved you, he wouldn't have dumped you in the first place."

"I, uh, I guess?"

"No, not you guess. If he loved you, he would have been open about everything. Tell you what he was doing, who he really is, where he was going and for how long. It's not fair that he knew what you were doing, yet he wouldn't return the favor. He didn't trust you. A good relationship is based on trust, open communication, and consideration for all partners involved." He sounded passionate as he spoke. Passionate enough to stand up and start pacing as he made very valid points to you.

A soft shudder went through you and you pulled your knees up to your chest. His words hurt to hear, but he was right. It still made the tears spill forth. Miguel crouched down next to you and placed a hand to your shoulder as he cooed to you.

"Hey, it's alright. It's okay to cry. If it helps, I am gonna be in town for a while. If he comes back, I'll kick his shocking ass. It's not hard to miss a guy that apparently looks just like me." He seemed eager to kick Jake's ass for you, and he hadn't even known you for an hour yet.

But you didn't get the slang he was using. It sounded funny and weird to you, because you swore a lot. Like, so much, you had been a tabloid hit for your potty mouth.

"Why do you keep saying shocking, instead of fucking?" You asked, and he laughed nervously.

"Oh, I, uh… Where I come from, we use 'shock' in place of 'fuck'." He shrugged and rubbed his neck with a crooked smile. He smiled a lot differently than Jake. It was natural, not forced. That and the fangs he had were a dead giveaway that this wasn't Lockley.

In fact, now that you were no longer blinded with rage, you took a moment to actually look at this man. His cheekbones were slightly more pronounced, his face more defined and chiselled. He was all muscle, while Jake had a bit of padding in the middle. Miguel was taller, like a lot taller. You felt like he could block out the sun, while Jake could only block out the moon.

Then you noticed how much younger he was, or at least he appeared to be. He could have been older. You were a terrible judge of age, especially after finding out that Wong and Stephen weren't in their fifties like you thought they were. You thought America was in her twenties, but she was younger than Peter and Miles. You even made the mistake of thinking Scott was in his mid thirties, when he was older than Stephen.

Miguel noticed you staring at him, and you looked away once you realized it. After a moment, you looked back, seeing he was blushing and fiddling with his watch.

"And where do you come from?" You tilted your head up to look at him, waiting for an answer. He looked away and then back at you with a worried look.

"I, uh… You won't believe me…"

"Try me. You just showed me there's a guy out here that looks like my ex. I live in the Sanctum with wizards and other Spiders, and I have super powers."

"Shock, you're right. Well, uh… I am from the future of another universe." He carefully said and then winced. You could tell he was awaiting your disapproval.

"Oh… That actually makes so much sense!"

"It does? Wait, you believe me?" He was surprised and he visibly relaxed at your acceptance.

"Yeah, I sure do! Stephen said there was a cosmic anomaly and he couldn't find a reason as to why! That must have been you! When did you get here?" You asked as you shifted to lean forward.

"Um… About three weeks agooo-ooh!?" Miguel scooted back a bit, lost his balance, and landed on his ass. You giggled at his droopy grin.

"Aha! That's when he said the anomaly happened!" You reached out and helped him up.

He was heavier than Jake!

"Oh. That's probably me. There was an experiment I was conducting, and it sent me here. I've been working on getting back, but I need to find an adequate power source to get back-"

"I could ask Stephen for you!" You offered with excitement. Miguel groaned and shook his head.

"No, thank you. I would rather figure it out for myself. In fact, I would really prefer it if you didn't tell him about me."

"Well, I can’t just lie to the man if he asks. He has a third eye, and he's very good at reading people." You replied, which made him raise a brow.

"A what?"

"A magical third eye. It helps him see people's true intentions, whether or not they are lying to him, and sometimes, he uses it to read people's minds." You said and Miguel blinked a few times.

"Okay, I don't want to meet this guy then."

"Chances are, he already is aware of who you are, and where you are at this exact moment. He tracks me, Spider-Man, and the other Spiders every night to make sure we are all okay."

"Shock. You have a powerful wizard watching you? That's kind of… Well, kind of creepy if you ask me."

"I don't mind. If I am in trouble, he'll show up. He is like the collective Spider father figure around here. He cares about us."

"But what if, you know, you wanted 'privacy'?" He looked around and whispered, as if that would stop the doctor from hearing him if he was indeed watching.

"Oh, then he'd stop watching. He's not a pervert or anything. At least not that I know of." You laughed and gave a little snort. Miguel smiled and sat back.

“So, future boy, where are you staying? Please tell me it’s not a box under a bridge, because no offence, you sure smell like it.” You asked as you waved your hand in front of your face. He blushed and looked away.

“Not a box, but he does smell like he has been sleeping under a bridge like a troll-“ You heard his watch pipe up, and he slammed his palm over the speaker.

“Oh god, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean-“ The words came tumbling from your mouth.

“It’s fine.”

“It is not fine. You stink. You need a shower or a good long soak in a hot tub.” You said and paused for a moment. He stunk, but like a garbage bin or something. You almost wondered if he was homeless while he was here. It made sense if he was from the future.

“I actually was thrown into a dumpster this morning. I haven’t bothered to go back to my hotel.”

“Oh my god. I am sorry.”

“Naw, it’s fine, really. I chose not to go and shower. I had been chasing that guy all day. He managed to knock me into a dumpster, almost got away, then I spent my time watching him from the rooftops. I finally caught him when you showed up.”

“Does that mean you haven’t eaten?”

"Yeah, actually. I'm starving."

"Hold on a second then." You smiled and pulled out your phone.

Miguel watched as you stuck your tongue out between your teeth and tapped away quickly. Your fingers moved just slow enough for the phone to register your touch commands. He had never seen anyone type that fast before.

"What are you hungry for?" You brought up a food delivery app and scrolled around.

"Uh… Is it bad that I want Chinese? No, wait… I am really craving some good pizza." He said.

Pizza? That was great, because you knew a little place around the corner. Putting your phone away, you quickly put your mask away into your bag, tucked your collar down, and then pulled out some sweatpants. Miguel was confused for a second, that is until you kicked your shoes off and hopped into the pants. You put the shoes back on and then grabbed your wallet.

"OK, let's go over a block to the west. There's a really good pizza place over there. I go there all the time to pick up dinner for the Sanctum. Stephen usually gets pasta, my friends get pizzas, and I like the wings." You announced and left over to the next building.

"Oh? That sounds good." Miguel asked as he easily kept up with you.

"Yeah. I'm getting myself the Chipotle and honey wings." As you spoke, your mouth watered at the idea of soon having delicious chicken wings.

"I want an extra large Hawaiian. Extra pineapple." Miguel said with excitement as he licked his lips and did a flip in the air.

You landed on the roof of the pizza place, and Miguel opted to stay up on the roof while you went to order and pick it up. He was surprised to see you come back up fifteen minutes later with a pizza box and two containers of wings.

Notes:

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Series Master List

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Also, the height thing bugs the shit out of me. Moon Knight is supposed to be 6'2". We know Oscar is a short king. But! Miguel is supposed to be 5'10. We see Miles, who is supposed to be 5'8", but Miguel literally towers over him by a lot, telling me the man is well over 6'2". So, I don't give a fuck what anyone says. This Miguel is gonna be like 6'9". Deal with it.

I asked a friend for Miguel's favorite food. It's their opinion. So there.

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The Mermaid Princess (CC List)

I was super excited for the new live action 'The Little Mermaid', and I decided to make some cc inspired by it when I couldn't find much out there (especially for base game - the mermaid outfit is a dress, no Island Living needed). I started on most of these before seeing the film, but I tried to make adjustments after watching it.

This is the first time that I've made cc for The Sims 4, so I did the best I could with recoloring existing meshes (a HUGE thanks to those creators!). I made a few cc items way back when for The Sims 2 or 3, but it's been a while. I really enjoyed the process, so hopefully you'll see more creations from me in the future!

The meshes for the recolors are linked below, and the recolor files are attached on Patreon for free (no subscription needed). You'll need both the mesh and recolor for them to work. Let me know if you have any issues, and I'll see what I can do to help! If you created any of the cc that I used and would like me to credit you in a different way, please reach out to me.

Download her from The Sims 4 Gallery. You will need to check the box to allow cc to see the listing.

EA ID: pixellefaire

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Skin Details

Eyebrows 15 by RemusSirion

Patria Nosemask N04 by Pralinesims

3D eyelashes ☆*:｡Part 5 by Miiko

Topaz Face Highlight by Nesurii

Serena Skin Overlay by Miiko

Skin Details by Kismet Sims

Tinsel Overlay (forehead) by lamatisse

Fraise Moles by pea-milk

Mouth Preset 06 by StretchSkeleton

MMSIMS Preset Ear 1 by MMSIMS

Whisper Eyes (default) by dangerouslyfreejellyfish

Makeup

Lipstick: Florence Makeup Set by Kumikya

Lip Liner: Cupid's Kiss Lip Kit Collection (LOVE LIPLINER #2) by peachyfaerie

Eyeshadow: Stalker Eyeshadow by Twisted Cat

Blush: Sunbloom Blush by virtygo

Any outfit specific makeup is listed below

Mermaid Dress

Dress Mesh: Mermaid Costume by Ms Blue

Recolor download link below

Hair: tessa twists V2 by sheabuttyr

Kiss the Girl Dress

Dress Mesh: Juliet Dress by Sandrini Feierabend Sims

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Shoes: Shoes: Braided Sandals by Dissia Kitten Heel Lace Up Ankle Boots by Jius

Hair: (Left) SOLSTICE Hemi Scarf by greenllamas fae hair by greenllamas

(Right) Nova Hair & Bandana by wildlyminiaturesandwich

Farewell Dress

Top Mesh: Aitana by laupipi

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Skirt Mesh: Maxi Skirt Boho Tiered by Asaym

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Shoes: Kitten Heel Lace Up Ankle Boots by Jius

Hair: tete twists V3 by sheabuttyr

Ballgown (I added this one for fun)

Dress: Alexandra Dress by Sifix

Hair: Mel Hair by dogsill

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[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ Wilfred Owens, "Dulce et Decorum Est"

via poetryfoundation.org

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[ID/ Wilfred Owens poem, "Dulce et Decorum Est"

"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

/end ID]

[ludcake]

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, Bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,– My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

By Wilfred Owen, 1920

[claireverlasting]

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? - For Enjolras and Grantaire :-D

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

It was so long since I first know les mis ahahhaha, I really got into it and joined the fandom recently, but I know it’s a thing since elementary/middle school or smt so the memories are super blurry. I barely knew anyone outside the main ppl and I’m just gonna go with the ones I get when I got into the musical/fanfics

Enjolras

First impression: The revolution guy, hugo said he’s super hot, is not into women, “Patria” (og clickbait hahaha), probably aroace but I haven’t read the book so not 100% sure. Do you hearing the people sing!! Who cares about your lonely soul 😡 (mood)

Now: Definitely aroace in someway, really good at the whole revolution thing. (the problem was the people did not rise and it’s not his fault) Probably an introvert tbh, and does not burn hot like fics and ppl think he does. It’s more of a cold fury, and silence people with a look kind of vibe. I’m still slowly workshopping this guy in my head

Grantaire

First impression: Pinning, so much pinning, gay for Enjolras, they died holding hands?! The one that walked up to Enjolras in the 2012 movie (I thought that was a random guy, tbh I never watched the full movie)

Now: Definitely pinning, and high ass chance of it being unrequited loll (despite me reading exR fics, sorry dude). Take a shot every time I say “You okay there bud” while reading les mis because of this guy. He has so much going on LMFAO. “I hate everything” rants. Doesn’t go against the revolution, just don’t believe that doing anything is going to accomplish shit. Die with Enjolras because of Symbolic Reasons, I still don’t know how he Gets It after a drunk nap as a character and stuff, probably need to rotate this guy in my head for quite a while before I do (someone enlighten me ahahaha)

[latin-phrases-showdown]

Round 2 Poll 2

Ultima latet, ut observentur omnes (often abbreviated as "Ultima latet")

Literally, "the last is hidden, that all may be observed," and usually translated as our last hour is hidden from us, so that we watch them all. It means that we don't know when we die so we can/should enjoy life as it lasts without worrying about it / in the meantime

Found on ancient sundials and other timepieces. Delightfully morbid !

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

Means "It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country"

Used by the Roman poet Horace

This phrase is the title of a famous poem by Wilfred Owens that condemns the idea itself. He describes world war one horrors through the eyes of teenage boys who are definitely too young for the horrors they experience on the battle field. The harrowing poem condemns the phrase as "the old lie," which is still true today. Quite a poem to have studied in school

[expired-applejuice]

Head cannons <3

Joly is just too cute to be feared but when others try to pick on him Bossuet and Musichetta are behind him ready to step in.

Combeferre raises insects and everyone loves to watch them grow besides Bahorel, turns out the himbo doesn't like bugs.

Javert covers for Les Amis and get them permits because they are his boys, shut up I'll die on this hill.

Feuilly dressed up as Kitana from Mortal Kombat for Halloween once and killed it.

Courfeyrac, Grantaire, and Bahorel have to be watched when together because they tend to dare eachother to do stupid things for ten dollars. (Once Bahorel pants an Inspector and was arrested. Valjean broke bale and Javert gave all three an earful.)

Grantaire and Combeferre are like beasties (because I love them being close) and they tend to talk in Italian randomly in the middle of conversation which pisses Enjolras off. (The first time he thought the lack of sleep had finally gotten the him)

Enjolras is always being hit on, but he is very oblivious and just think they are being nice and are interested in the revolution so he smiles and talks to them non-stop, takes their late night calls, go on walks with them, and just is so oblivious to it all.

Musichetta eventually becomes the owner of the cafe and everyone was so happy for her, and Bossuet joked about having a sugar Mommy now, which earned a slap from Joly.

Jehan took everyone to a zoo once and he just spent the day by the Pengiuns saying "kowalski analysis" to a penguin who he tried to steal but the honk gave it away. Later Bossuet fell into the dolphin tank when he was booping its nose.

Cosette cried after Gavroche called her sis.

Montparnasse joined R and Bahorel in boxing.

Marius knows how to play the flute, oh how they all laughed about it.

Valjean approves of Eponine

Javert approves of Marius.

Cosette doesn't need their approval

Marius and Eponine do.

Gavroche is like the mother of all tricksters, and javert takes him to jail to show him what happen when you misbehave... somehow javert was locked in a cell while Gavroche sat at his desk eating donuts.

Bossuet once found a ring and returned it to the owner just for the owner to offer up her daughter for him to marry.... Joly was jealous and it was adorable.

Montparnasse knows how to do hair like super well. Like he is a hairstylist underneath that "tough" guy act.

Grantaire had an argument with someone about jumping off a second story building and surviving, so to prove that you would survive he jumped and broke his foot. Joly and Combeferre checked him out and would yell at him if he was walking without any type of support.... Joly threaten to hit him with his cane.

Eponine can hotwire a car as well as open locked doors, she doesn't use it for bad, most of the time.

Enjolras once had a bird land on his hand while they were chilling outside. It made him so happy, he petted it and it chirped a little song. The smile he had on his face was so bright it burned R's eyes and heart. He drew him and the bird (who Enjolras named Patria).

Feuilly grew out his hair once and than cut it to donate it. (First he offered it to Bossuet... he was not amused)

Gavroche stole a horse and found a way to get it in his room where it stayed for a month before someone found it and took it back.

Valjean once lifted Javert up when he refused to give him his seat back and it make Javert so flustered because he did it with such ease.

Courfeyrac kissed Marius on New Years as a joke which made everyone laugh except a very jealous Combeferre.

Grantaire and Combeferre invented a game where they would prank the others and you would get points if the fell for it. (Ex: Grantaire going on a rant about how marvelous the revolution is and how they can achieve everything they sit their mind to. Enjolras made him get a wellness check because he knows that was a whole bunch of BS.) (Another Ex: Combeferre talk about how he misjudge Napoleon, which made Marius so happy just for it to come crashing down.)

Cosette is a very crafty person and she makes very cool things for her Papa. She made a sweater for him once and he loves it.

Valjean is also a crafty person so he made Cosette a beautiful figure of a cat.

[campbenji]

I had to put this on a separate post bc tumblr wouldn't let me reblog the other one help 😭

thank you for the tag @unnecessary-dinosaurs (we should definitely talk lmao) @catmissesjwcc (i love your posts too!!!) and @anotherdumbblog (you are so so very cool)

last song: pleaser by wallows

last show: the last of us! (finally watched ep9 :D)

last movie: i think quantumania on theaters?

currently watching: toh s2! i'm so so behind on that show 😭 also i recently started moon girl!

currently reading: patria by fernando aramburu (for school). although a few months back i read tbdate and it has not left my mind

current obsession: jwcc (my beloved for 2 years) and anything taylor swift <3

almost nine ppl and i think some of these have already been tagged but oh well: @iaf @camp-cretaceous-posts @alltheboysandgirlsiloved @zo-lost-and-confused @laazucena @gingericywolf @rupphiremoyo @bendarius

[rhube]

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

[Translation: It is sweet and proper to die for one's country.]

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Contact your representatives and demand a cease fire in Gaza.

[prince-atom]

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

-- Wilfred Owen, 1920

[daniellefen]

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen

Dulce et Decorum Est