#daily denne

[dailydenne]

What a clown

#dailydenne #dedenne #pokemon #pkmnart #daily pokemon #dailydedenne #daily pokemon blog #daily dedenne #daily denne

[darchildre]

Friends, we have reached the point in our communal Dracula journey where I invite you to join me in one of my favorite thought experiments:

How did Dracula learn to cook?

He is a nobleman!  There is no way he cooked his own meals while he was alive!  And now, he famously neither eats nor drinks, yet he’s able to produce “an excellent roast chicken.”  I want to see how he got to that point.

Just imagine this aged, dignified vampire suddenly realizing that he is going to have to feed his human guest and rushing frantically to the kitchen to try to figure out how to use it.  How many chickens did he destroy in his culinary training montage?  Can he cook anything else?  Does Dracula know how to bake?

Please join me in picturing Dracula, in his stark black clothes and his long white moustache, absolutely covered in flour, staring into a mixing bowl in rage and despair.  It’s my favorite thing.

#dracula daily #the real question is: does he know how to make paprika hendl? #denn die todten reiten schnell

[lorevine]

i’m calling it: „mate, i still needed that!“

#re dracula #dracula #dracula daily #jonathan harker #re: dracula #denn sie toten werfen schnell

[lifelinebooks]

Denn die Todten reiten schnell— ("For the dead travel fast.")

The strange driver evidently heard the words, for he looked up with a gleaming smile.

^ who else imagined a wink accompanying that smile

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #denn die todten reiten schnell #dd 5 may 2023

[whatireading]

Reading this description of a lady (who I know to be a vampire, thanks to context clues and also vague memories from the first time I read this book), ALL I can think of is "Denn die Todten reiten schnell." I love it when there's evidence that the author of a vampire novel has actually read Dracula.

Interestingly, this book is told solely through journal entries. A nod to the original's epistolary structure, perhaps?

#What I'm reading #Denn die Todten reiten schnell #Dracula Daily #(<- that's how I learned the phrase. I'm not spamming the tag I swear.) #I Vampire #Michael Romkey #Vampires

[mindofmorgan]

May 5th of Dracula

I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words, for there were many nationalities in the crowd; so I quietly got my polyglot dictionary from my bag and looked them out. I must say they were not cheering to me, for amongst them were "Ordog"—Satan, "pokol"—hell, "stregoica"—witch, "vrolok" and "vlkoslak"—both of which mean the same thing, one being Slovak and the other Servian for something that is either were-wolf or vampire. (Mem., I must ask the Count about these superstitions)

Yes well done Jonathan, let's casually wonder why these peasants are all talking about Satan and vampires. Let's ask the mysterious cloaked figure who's brought me across half a continent and clearly has an influence over these people. Let's just wander in to mortal peril, mad dogs and English men. But its totally fine, he's a full blown solicitor now.

The old man motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent English, but with a strange intonation:— "Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own will!"

Is this a precursor to 'must be invited in' lore?

#dracula #dracula daily #Denn die Todten reiten schnell

[strictpunishedhubby]

Eine dominante Frau die ihren ungezogenen Mann beherrschen will, wird den Po ihres patzigen Mannes als Teil seiner Erziehung und seiner Bestrafung nicht schonen, um ihn zu einem lenkbaren, respektvollen, gehorsamen und liebevollen Ehemann zu läutern. Wenn sie sein unfolgsames Verhalten, Frechheiten ignorieren oder schlechte Ausführungen ihrer Befehle, respektloses Benehmen und Widerworte toleriert, wird sie ständig mit ihm unzufrieden sein, was das Zusammenleben für beide Teile enorm erschwert, sogar für den Fortbestand ihrer Ehe bedrohlich ist. Um ständigen Ärger über ihren Mann zu vermeiden wird sie ihn streng erziehen, durch Vorschriften, strikten Anweisungen, seine Tagesabläufe vorgegebenen, unterstützend durch empfindliche Prügelstrafen, immer sehr nachdrücklich für ihn, sobald sie etwas an ihm auszusetzen hat. Vor, zwischen und nach seinen Züchtigungen schickt sie, ihn mit mahnenden Worten in die Ecke. Sein Schlüpfer bleibt dabei unten, da sie seinen nackten verdroschenen Po Zwecks weiteren Bestrafung inspiziert, denn sie will ja nicht, dass er glimpflich davonkommt. Sein Weinen bestätigt ihr, es ist nichts Falsches daran, wie sie ihn erzieht, verhält er sich doch noch wie ein kleiner, unartiger bestrafter Junge. Sie wird ihn rügen, ausschimpfen und ermahnen. Sie lässt sich von ihm in einsichtige Worte sein Vergehen mehrmals ausführlich schildern, um ihm nochmals deutlich bewusst machen, welche Konsequenzen er zu erwarten hat, wenn er erneut ungehorsam ist. Verlegenes, hilfloses und weinerliches Gestammel und Gestotter während seines Schuldbekenntnisses, zeigt seine Reue, Einsicht, Scham und sein Wunsch zur Besserung. 

Ehefrauen wünschen und erwarten zu Recht von ihrem Mann nicht nur geliebt zu werden, sie haben auch einen Anspruch darauf, dass er darüber hinaus gehorsamen und ihr ergebenen ist und sich ihr gegenüber auch dementsprechend verhält. In der Regel erreichen sie dieses verständliche Bedürfnis nur durch regelmäßige strenge Abreibungen mit diversen Hilfsmitteln auf deren nackten Hintern. Männer, insbesondere Ehemänner sind meist egozentrisch, selbstherrlich, faul und frech, wollen über ihre Frauen bestimmen. Um ihnen eines Besseren zu belehren helfen nur Schläge, Schläge und nochmals Schläge, auf ihren nackten Po, bis ihnen Tränen übers Gesicht laufen!  

.

A dominant woman who wants to control her naughty husband will not spare her stroppy husband's bottom as part of his education and punishment to refine him into a manageable, respectful, obedient and loving husband.  If she tolerates his disobedient behavior, insolence ignoring or poor execution of her orders, disrespectful behavior and backtalk, she will constantly be dissatisfied with him, which will make living together extremely difficult for both parties and even threaten the continued existence of their marriage. In order to avoid constant anger with her husband, she will raise him strictly, with rules, strict instructions, prescribed daily routines, supportive with severe beatings, always very emphatic for him as soon as she  has something to complain about about him. Before, between and after his punishments, she sends him into the corner with warning words. His panties stay down as she inspects his bare, spanked bottom for further punishment because she doesn't want him to get off lightly. His crying confirms to her that there is nothing wrong with the way she is raising him, as he still behaves like a little, naughty, punished boy. She will reprimand him, berate him and admonish him. She has him describe his offense in detail several times in insightful words in order to make him once again clearly aware of the consequences he has to expect if he disobeys again. Embarrassed, helpless and tearful stammering and stuttering during his guilty plea shows his remorse, insight and shame desire and  for improvement.

Wives not only rightly want and expect to be loved by their husband, they also have a eligible to expect him to be obedient and devoted to her and to behave accordingly toward her. As a rule, they only achieve this understandable need through regular, strict hiding with various aids on their bare bottom. Men, especially husbands, are usually self-centered, self-important, lazy and cheeky and want to rule over their wives. The only thing that can disabuse them is slaps, slaps and more slaps on their bare bottoms until tears run down their faces!

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #4: Boys Will Be Boys

Prompt: off the hook || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: "Hey DT, is this a p--" shut the fuck I didn't realize it until I was done.

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Senn's frills drooped beneath the unwavering stare of Most Honorable Clutchsister Synnove. He was still learning how to read the expressions of shorewalkers, but there was something about the face of an unhappy adult that transcended culture and race.

(Most Honorable Clutchsister Rereha called it ‘vibes.’)

(Most Honorable Clutchsister Alakhai had chucked Most Honorable Clutchsister Rereha into the bay after she heard one of Senn’s brothers repeat the phrase and told her to stop corrupting everyone with her awful disrespect of language.)

Simon, Morgant, and Eyrisunn, all in a line on either side of him, either shuffled their feet or fidgeted with their hands, not making eye contact with the Most Honorable Clutchsister. Carmen and Ankabryda were back in Aleport and Senn was very sorry that he had not listened to them that this was a poor idea. Fyuu was correct: girlspawn were smarter.

“I’m not going to ask what you were thinking,” Most Honorable Clutchsister Synnove finally said, voice clipped in the way that Senn knew was most assuredly angry, “because clearly you weren’t.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Morgant opened his mouth, and Senn quickly jabbed his elbow into the hyur stripling’s side. Morgant closed his mouth. His friend was hot-tempered, but at least he wasn’t stupid.

Too stupid, anyway.

“I will ask, however,” and now the Most Honorable Clutchsister’s hands were on her hips, and even Senn recognized that shorewalker habit of many an exasperated parent, “how in the hells did you even get out here to the Range?! I don’t see any elbsts!”

The other boys all turned to look at him, and Senn’s frills dropped further. “I, um.” Oh, he was going to be in such trouble with the clutchfather, he had said he was taking Glides-in-Serenity on her daily feed! “Perhapsss borrowed Glides-in-Shhherenity.”

Most Honorable Clutchsister Synnove stares at him for a long moment, before she said, “Gulpy? The whale shark?! You rode here on Gulpy?!”

“If I die today, that alone made this worth it,” Simon muttered under his breath. Eyrisunn grunted agreement. Senn’s friends had been very excited to ride Glides-in-Serenity, and she had been a very good girl, swimming smooth and calm through the waves without dislodging any of her passengers.

“Her name ishhh Glides-in-Shhherenity,” Senn grumbled, only a little louder. Gulpy. Ugh. That one was Most Honorable Clutchsister Rereha’s fault. Glides-in-Serenity deserved all the gravitas of her proper name. He would get her a basket of her favorite shrimp, even if she hadn’t been present to hear the insulting nickname.

“She’s going to be Gulpy the entire rest of the day, just because of the way it makes your frills curl,” Most Honorable Clutchsister Synnove said, and Senn slumped with a very rude hiss he had learned from Denn. The sharp look from his Most Honorable Clutchsister had him clicking an apology, though, and hoping she didn’t mention it to the clutchfather on top of his other transgressions.

Then she sighed, shaking her head, and held out her hands. “All right, boys, circle up,” she said, wry and, dare Senn believe, fond. “Time to get you back to Aleport so you can be somebody else’s problem.”

Then Most Honor Clutchsister Synnove settled all the weight of her focus on him and said, “Also, I’m telling Heron.”

Senn whined in distress, even as he took her hand and Simon’s for the teleport. Most Honorable Clutchsister Dancing Heron’s ‘I’m Not Mad, Just Disappointed’ face was the worst!

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#ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #oc: synnove greywolfe #oc: senn son of novv #dt's writing #sahagin tribe quests best arr tribe quests

[dathen]

Hallowoods biker gang rolls up with “Denn die todten rieden schnell” as a motto

Me, avid follower of Dracula Daily:

#dracula daily #hello from the hallowoods #hfth #me pausing to jump up and down for recognizing the reference #THEYRE FUCKING VAMPIRES I KNOW THAT LINE #also what a great motto for a biker gang

[fabiansteinhauer]

Paene omnia decent

Zum Geburtstag Kants fällt Jürgen Kaube die Schlauheit und der Witz ein zu sagen, dass Kant heute diejenigen Philosophen, die sagen, was er heute zu anderen Dingen gesagt hätte, als Grillenfänger bezeichnet hätte. Hätte-Hätte-Sagenkette. Witzbold Ouroboros! Gibt Grillenfänger und Grillanfänger. Grillanfänger ist Kaube keiner.

Kaube testet die Theorie und Praxis der Rekursion aus, testet, was von ihr bleibt, wenn Rekursion wie im Ouro-Hamsterrad exerziert wird. Sie wird geschliffen. Das ist nicht immer angenehm, denn Praxis und Theorie der Rekursion ist an sich faszinierend und man sieht Faszinierendes ungern abrauschend, schwitzend und ratternd. Aber wie heißt es schon in den rhetorischen Institutionen zu den Ventilen, Membranen und Drüsen rhetorischer Rekursion (also eines Redens mit Rede, Sprechens mit Sprache, Schreibens mit Schrift und Verkörperns mit Körpern, eines Wortemachens mit Worten und Bildens mit Bildern ): Paene omnia decent, am Ende geht alles durch, schließlich mustert alles und lässt sich alles mustern. Das decorum stellt sich immer zuerst an und dann ein. Alles ist, wird und bleibt geschieden, geschichtet, gemessen und gemustert. Die Rekursion kristallisiert zwar hier und da aus, aber nur in zügigen Formen und meteorologischen Situationen, dann schmilzt sie wieder. Sie versteinert, aber nur meteorologisch, selbst versteinert schwimmt sie noch wie tektonische Platten, noch planetarisch fest kreist sie durch kreisenden Kosmos.

Letztens hat Kaube Thesen zur Kanzleikultur referiert, dass ich dachte: Wer so liest, braucht keinen Fernseher mehr. Die Thesen zur Kanzleikultur, die auf das gerüchtsförmige Geistern der Zensur pochen, die vertrete ich auch - man muss nur genau lesen. Es gibt keine Schreiben ohne Kanzleikultur, es gibt im Schreiben kein off the record ohne zügige Linien, die diagrammtisch und diagraphisch operieren, weil sie kooperativ Unterlagen durchziehen (zum Beispiel sitzt die Tinte dem Papier auf und das Angepinnte, Gerissene, Geritzte oder Peinvolle (painting) der Tafel (tabula). Die Zensur war immer schon ein gerüchtsförmig, das macht sie so effektiv, wie sie ist, nicht mehr und nicht weniger. Adrian Daub, auf den sich Kaube gestürzt hatte, als sei der Daub doof, glaubt nicht, dass es keine Cancel Cultur gäbe, sein Schreiben appelliert daran, sie plastisch und geanologisch zu entfalten, über das sedimentäre und aufrührbare Geschichte, das Geschichte anhäuft. Cancel Culture wird immer dann ausgerufen, wenn die Zugänger, die bisher methodisch den Korridoren folgten, plötzlich gegen die Wand laufen, weil der Korridor einen Knick oder einen Bogen, vielleicht nur eine Kurve leichte Kurve macht. Man ist nie der einzige, dem im Laufe seines lebens gesagt wurde, man könne tun, was man wolle, aber erst wenn man einen Lehrstuhl oder einen anderes, angeblich sicheres und trockendes Plätzchen sich gesichert hätte, vorher solle man bitte wenigstens so tun, als würde man sich anpassen. Man ist nie der einzige, dem so etwas in einer Situation gesagt wurde, die für alle Beteiligten an sich unerträglich peinlich ist, vor allem dann, wenn der Rat- bzw. Abratgeber hinterschiebt, er selbst fände ja schlau und wichtig, was man machen würde, aber die Kollegen und das Publikum seien doch doch so furchtbar doof und nur darum solle man sich doch solange zurückhalten, bis man seine Schäfchen ins Trockene gebracht hätte. Jeder hat das schon mal gehört, viele haben es geglaubt. Daily Show. Wir müssen lernen, wie Kaube nicht Grillanfänger, sondern Grillenfänger zu werden, so kommt man durch Winter und diesig nieselnde Zeiten, in denen kein Ratgeber uns noch vor dem Nassmachen schützen kann.

Kaube ist nicht doof, es ist seine Aufgabe, Schlauheiten im Namen einer Gesellschaft zu sagen, die hinter der FAZ steckt, und sich im Namen derer, die hinter der FAZ sich für kluge Köpfe halten, auf Leute wie Daub zu stürzen, als ob die doof wären. Das macht der Kaube gut, der ist nicht durch Zufall einer der wichtigsten Herausgeber der Qualitätszusammenpresse. Ich kann ja auch nur soweit etwas zu Kaube was sagen, soweit ich weiß, wie man Qualität zusammenpresst.

#paene omnia decent

[herzlak]

Tatort Frankfurt: Der Turm

"Was ist denn hier los? Wo sind denn die Kollegen?" - me when meine Tatort blorbos wieder ohne Deckung in dunkle Gebäude rennen

Oh jetzt passiert das hier auch-

OH SHIT-

So schön "Ich bin da." auch ist, wie wärs mit ERSTER HILFE!??!?!!??

"Ich bin ihr Partner." ok hetero

"Bitte lassen Sie mich jetzt nicht allein hier." haaaach >.<

Der Kollege redet die ganze Zeit so als würd er grad ganz unbedingt sexy klingen wollen

Ein Freund also jajaja

"Er ist nur mein..." Boyfriend.

As much for sie hat da ihre Grenzen

Ihre Grenze umschließt wohl middle aged German cops

Boahhh dieses blending bei 41:30 von den beiden, wie geil!!

Inoffizielles Verhör beim Running Sushi

Boyfriend. Sag ich doch.

Mitleerenhänden steh'n sie daa...

Meine Güte, die kannste nicht alleine lassen die beiden

Girl wtf

Halt die Fresse, Prettyboy, natürlich dürfen die miteinander sprechen

Hausfriedensbruch usw.

Babygirl sie haben die Leiche verloren

JANNEKE HAT IHN AN DER HAND GENOMMEN

Janneke schubst ihm aus dem Raum-

"Bin müde." - "Ich auch." mhmmm daily conversation between my bestie and me

"Es ist vorbei." but if feels so very unvorbei, Janneke

#Tatort Frankfurt

[dailydenne]

#dailydenne #dedenne #pokemon #pkmnart #daily pokemon #dailydedenne #daily pokemon blog #daily dedenne #daily denne

[darchildre]

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.

So, here's the thing.

A couple posts back, I mentioned in the tags that Dracula is a story about an ancient evil being fought by Thoroughly Modern Victorians with their Scientific Wisdom and Cool Tech. This is totally true.

However! Jonathan is right, when he said this. Mild spoilers to follow.

Our heroes love shorthand and trains and recording their journals on phonograph cylinders. They know all about (for Victorian values of "all about") blood transfusion technology. All of those things are great.

And they don't help you stop a vampire. Jonathan can write in shorthand all he wants - Dracula can't read it, but that doesn't mean Jonathan's letters get through. Dracula can read a train timetable just as well as Mina can. The blood transfusions fail, over and over and over again.

How do you fight a vampire? By going back to the old ways. You fight a vampire with a crucifix and the Host, with wild roses and mountain ash and garlic. Modernity lets you pool your knowledge a little more thoroughly, lets you travel a little bit faster, but without the old ways? Without the wisdom that a bunch of Transylvanian peasants who probably wouldn't know a phonograph cylinder if it bit them have been shouting at you, ignored, for two chapters? Without Van Helsing, the oldest and in many way least modern of all our heroes? You'd be lost.

Modernity alone can't kill the vampire. You can only fight him on his own terms.

#dracula daily #denn die todten reiten schnell

[kroashent]

Val-Cula Daily - May 5

Val's random thoughts as she revisits Dracula Daily (An excellent choice if you missed it the first time around). Its a long day for Jonathan Harker, and one of the more interesting ones, so bear with the long post!

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AKA: Adventures on public transit.

Once again, Jonathan's delightful business trip in which nothing will go wrong (aside from some strange behaviour from the innkeeper the night before) begins with another delicious sounding dining experience:

I dined on what they called "robber steak"—bits of bacon, onion, and beef, seasoned with red pepper, and strung on sticks and roasted over the fire, in the simple style of the London cat's meat! The wine was Golden Mediasch, which produces a queer sting on the tongue, which is, however, not disagreeable. I had only a couple of glasses of this, and nothing else.

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A driver comes to pick up our traveler, and the ominous conversation does not set off any red flags:

I quietly got my polyglot dictionary from my bag and looked them out. I must say they were not cheering to me, for amongst them were "Ordog"—Satan, "pokol"—hell, "stregoica"—witch, "vrolok" and "vlkoslak"—both of which mean the same thing, one being Slovak and the other Servian for something that is either were-wolf or vampire. (Mem., I must ask the Count about these superstitions)

Yeah, this seems like you're in for a fine time Jonathan. Nothing to worry about here. That said, I really like Jonathan carting around this little phrasebook. Its cool to see that, even in the 1880s, some tourist trends remain the same! I also like the confusion over vampire/werewolf. The two have quite an intertwined history, and those who have followed my work know I have an opinion on these things!

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Jonathan goes on a lovely little coach ride, and just continues to be a pleasant person so happy to be on this little business trip. In many adaptations, Transylvania seems to be always portrayed as this perpetually dark, gloomy place. But, as Jonathan remarks:

Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods, with here and there steep hills, crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses, the blank gable end to the road. There was everywhere a bewildering mass of fruit blossom—apple, plum, pear, cherry; and as we drove by I could see the green grass under the trees spangled with the fallen petals.

Its interesting to me at how colourful and picturesque Stoker's work is, given assumptions about it. People made a big deal about bright, colourful horror like Midsommar, but its present and strong here in the quintessential Gothic horror.

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Jonathan's journey on the Transylvanian bus remains a beautiful journey through the countryside, even as his fellow passengers and drivers start to get nervous as his destination approaches. Dracula's coach appears dramatically, and gives us an early glimpse of how Drac, for all of his faults, knows how to make a hell of an entrance:

A calèche, with four horses, drove up behind us, overtook us, and drew up beside the coach. I could see from the flash of our lamps, as the rays fell on them, that the horses were coal-black and splendid animals. They were driven by a tall man, with a long brown beard and a great black hat, which seemed to hide his face from us. I could only see the gleam of a pair of very bright eyes, which seemed red in the lamplight, as he turned to us.

I also love this exchange:

One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's "Lenore":—

"Denn die Todten reiten schnell"— ("For the dead travel fast.")

The strange driver evidently heard the words, for he looked up with a gleaming smile.

Its such a smug move and I love it.

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The blue flames are one of those cool concepts that sort of vanish in adaptation. Once Jonathan switches to the new carriage, his driver keeps stopping the coach as blue lights appear alongside the road, running off into the woods and marking the spots with rocks. There's something really cool about this whole bit, a glimpse at the supernatural world beyond the main focus of Dracula and his vampiric ilk. Its not explained at this point, but its just a really cool bit of worldbuilding that hints that there's more supernatural stuff in the world. The driver also displays some Wolf Master traits here, which I'm sure I'll touch upon on a less eventful day.

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Jonathan has his first experience with both Castle Dracula and the Count himself (at least, the Count presenting himself openly). Its interesting to see the description of Dracula in the book vs. the iconic look of Bela Lugosi.

His face was a strong—a very strong—aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils; with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor.

Drac has some odd behaviours here, but is remarkably cordial and professional. We also learn that Dracula apparently makes a good roast chicken. We never learn if Dracula himself or one of the brides is the one who actually cooks, but the fact remains that someone in the castle did. I really love the image of Dracula working in a kitchen with an apron and chef's hat to make his guest meal that Jonathan raves about (Jonathan has yet to have a bad meal on his trip and has been collecting recipes. I hope he got the chicken recipe from Drac.)

#Dracula Daily #Vampire #Dracula

[yndigtbarn]

<jeg elsker denne reol33333

den er fyldt med ting… nogle har jeg fået i gave, noget er fra udlandet, noget har jeg selv købt og nogle af tingene har jeg arvet og forbinder med bestemte familiemedlemmer, som jeg savner - så at se disse ting, giver mig en daily reminder om dem og de minder som er forbundet med dem <‘3

[simsiesdecades]

1700: Sundays at the temple! Camille & Raphael at their weekly visit to honor the holy & almighty cowplant! Also it's Valentine's Day! Raphaël has bought his wife a little red rose on the sunday market. After catching up with the townies they went back to the farm to do their daily chores. Doing Laundry, get the fresh honey, making candles, etc. Also it's summer time so the rabbits come out more often and running around the farm. Especially Raphaël as a animal enthusiast loves having all the animals around! 1700: Sonntags im Tempel! Camille & Raphaël bei ihrem wöchentlichen Besuch beim Tempel der heiligen & allmächtigen Kuhpflanze! Außerdem ist Liebestag. Raphaël hat seiner Frau eine rote Rose zu diesem Anlass gekauft. Nach ein bisschen Klatsch & Tratsch der Townies geht es für die Merciers auch schon zur Farm zurück, denn die Arbeit wartet schon auf sie. Die Wäsche muss gewaschen werden, der Honig muss abgefüllt werden, die Kerzen gezogen, damit sie nicht im dunklen sitzen und vieles mehr. Außerdem rückt der Sommer näher und die Tiere kommen öfters raus. Besonders Raphaël als Tierliebhaber könnte glücklicher nicht sein, von all den Tieren umgeben zu sein.

#simblr #decades #mercier #simstagram #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #ts4 history challenge #ts4 legacy