#prestes

[sammicreation]

Presets from my Nexus account: SamRStory

[elarea]

Los nenes rojiverdes (1980)

Hace tres días el glorioso Rampla Juniors Fútbol Club cumplió 110 años de vida y Daniel "El Bombardero de la Villa" Yermolayew quiso homenajear al "rival de todas las horas" con esta fotografía en la que aparecen Graffigna, Mameli y Prestes, pilares para el retorno de Rampla a Primera División en la temporada 1980.

[narizentupidocartazes]

[2022] Fim de Emissão#11 | Prestes | Horácio Boavida | Violeta Lisboa | The Real Happy Boy | Desterro - Lisboa

Cartaz [João Fonte Santa]

[charmingaround]

I don't know if my mental health is just that bad or that good, but I'm genuinely surprised I haven't gone completely bonkers with the whole spitting blood every single day for maybe months now

[theseekeroftruth]

The words of Love

[contremineur]

Henri Prestes, from the series They drive by night

from here

[geniousbh]

enzo puto canalha vogrincic

[sudensk-the-stallionist]

in a Niche Brazilian Communist Moment, i really recommend watching luis carlos prestes' interviews on youtube from the 80s. wish i could add subtitles to most of them in english. really cool seeing a lifelong latin american, brazilian socialist revolutionary tell all his experiences

[scoutingthetrooper]

x

[wotunciba]

Millennium Visions - Gshade Presets

Introducing my y2k vibe presets! I've been trying to capture that nostalgic feel of 2000s photos, though I gotta admit, the results aren't exactly what I expected. Still, I managed to whip up 4 versions.🎉

❗Important things:

🩵 Gshade version: 5.0.2

🩵 Made for CAS (v3 and v4 also work great for in-game photography).

🩵 I use this in-game lighting mod and this CAS background, so they might look different in your game.

🩵 I can't guarantee that my presets will work with other versions of Gshade or Reshade, but feel free to tweak them to suit your own style and get the perfect look.

➡️ I really love the noise effect in these presets. If you zoom in on the uploaded screenshots, you'll notice these tiny dots (or whatever you wanna call them) that add some extra detail and texture to your pics.

➡️ The list of shaders:

➡️ Please do not claim my presets as your own. ➡️ Please do not put my presets behind paywalls.

ᗦ↞✧ Free Download:

Patreon / Sim File Share / Ko-fiฅ

--⭒˚‧ ⭒ ཐིཋྀ ⭒ ‧˚⭒⭒˚‧ ⭒ ཐིཋྀ ⭒ ‧˚⭒⭒˚‧ ⭒ ཐིཋྀ ⭒ ‧˚⭒--

[core-bands]

When will I feel comfortable in my own skin?

Being As An Ocean - This Loneliness Won’t Be The Death Of Me.

[saopauloantiga]

Escultura de Moisés, produzida pelo Liceu de Artes e Ofícios de São Paulo. A obra fica dentro da Galeria Prestes Maia, na região central de São Paulo.

[funstealer]

"We Were Born Before the Wind⁠" by Henri Prestes

[housewarningparty]

Bri we’re rewatching Buffy 4x15 & 4x16 and realized

Joyce doesn’t live to see Faith get better

The last real time Faith has with Joyce is when she’s in Buffy’s body, and it’s where Joyce insists to Faith that she can’t imagine what happened to make Faith that way. She tells Faith that she doesn’t believe she’s happy. Faith literally hears Joyce say, to her face (well, Buffy’s face) that she hopes Faith gets the help she needs.

Faith literally goes thru all of 15 & 16 then rushes off to the Angel set & goes on a rampage trying to get Angel to kill her. She finally breaks & then has to see Buffy too. Spends all these years in prison. Has to break out to safe Angel. Finally after all those years gets back to Sunnydale. Ends up at Joyce’s house.

Except it NOT Joyce’s house now, it’s Buffy’s house. Joyce is gone and omg the last thing she sees of Faith is her literally at her worst. She never gets to apologize. I’m blowing myself up BRI!

JOYCE TELLS HER TO HER FACE THAT SHE THINKS SHE NEEDS HELP AND DOESNT THINK FAITH LIKES BEING THE WAY SHE IS! FAITH GETS TO SEE THAT SOMEONE GENUINELY DOES NOT HATE HER OR SEE HER AS EVIL OR BAD! EVEN AFTER SHE HELD HER HOSTAGE! AND SHE NEVER GETS TO APOLOGIZE OR MAKE AMENDS OR DO BETTER BY JOYCE. IM SO UPSET

yeah dude......

Look, Faith's relationship with Joyce is a parallel of her relationship to Buffy, in a lot of ways. Joyce represents the life Buffy has that Faith wishes was hers. Their first meeting is that dinner at Buffy's house, it's Joyce sitting across from her and asking about her life, being visibly delighted by her answers. It's Joyce feeding her. The moment Joyce leaves the table, Faith turns to Buffy. "She's really cool, huh?"

It's only like a scene or two later that we get one of Faith's first and only comments about her family. "My dead mother hits harder than that!" after she's hit in the face by a vampire. Oof.

The nice house, the watcher, the mom that cares, the friends - all these things Buffy has, that Faith covets. All things that Faith eventually resents her for.

There's something unhinged and sad and desperate in the way Faith tries to appeal to Joyce, when she's holding her hostage in This Year's Girl. I mean, it's absurd and that typical Faith mixture of hilarious and pathetic, but pleading with Joyce, trying to earn her validation again - "Buffy dumped us." Maybe that scene would have been different, if Joyce agreed, if Faith could have been convinced they were both victims of a similar heartbreak. Probably not. But maybe.

And like you said, what comes after - Joyce's sympathy, her worry, defending Faith after being bound and threatened by her. It throws Faith so badly. It gets in her head.

By season 7, Faith has cultivated a lot of self-awareness and a lot of self restraint. Buffy's life, and Joyce in particular, has always been a sore spot between Buffy and Faith. She would know better than to make this about her.

But it would have to sting, being in that house with an apology in her throat for a woman who's never going to hear it.

[mirrorsforeyes]

I have an interview today o7

[theseekeroftruth]

The forest around them fell silent, absorbing the sounds of their voices, as if the sky and earth were holding their breath, listening to what was about to happen. Claire stood before Jamie, feeling the cold seep into her fingers, but he, as always, was the first to embrace her hands with his, wrapping her in his warm palms as if to block the fear and despair that had taken hold of her heart. He looked at her as though he was trying to memorize every line, every feature of her face, to carry her image with him into eternity.

"Ye must go, Sassenach," he said softly, his voice holding such strength that the mountains themselves might tremble. "Feumaidh tu falbh, a’ bhana-choigreach. You must return to yer own time. Here, there's naught left for ye but darkness and war."

Claire looked at him, struggling with despair, with the force that seemed to draw her back to the stones. She did not want to leave him; she could not bear the thought of abandoning him to face a battle that would erase his presence from this world.

"I can't leave you, Jamie," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You are my life, my love, my light. I want to stay with you, even if it means the end."

He touched her cheek, running his warm hand over her face as if trying to wipe away her tears and at the same time remember the feel of her skin. Sadness flashed in his eyes, deep as the very ocean that would separate them. But Jamie would not allow himself to show weakness, understanding that his strength was her only anchor now.

"Ye must live for both of us, Claire," he said, his voice quiet but as firm as granite. "Fiù ged a tha sin a’ ciallachadh gum feum thu falbh. I need to ken that ye’ll be safe, that ye’ll live, breathe, despite all that lies ahead for me here. Air ar son fhèin, airson ar pàiste."

Her soul resisted. She tried to hold back, but tears rolled down her cheeks anyway. Claire reached for him as if lost in a desert, yearning for the last drop of water. But he continued to warm her hands, his fingers like an anchor, holding her in the moment, keeping her steady.

"I'll wait for you," she whispered, almost soundlessly, like a prayer sent to him and to fate. "In every moment, in every life. We will meet again. Come back to me, soldier."

Jamie released her hands but then embraced her shoulders one last time, pulling her close, as though his embrace could tear through the very fabric of time and space, saving them both from the inevitable. Then, slowly, carefully, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a final kiss, full of despair, love, and forgiveness that would not die, even in the face of death.

"I will find ye, Sassenach," he said, letting her go, his voice steady and strong as the mountains surrounding them. "Ann an saoghal sam bith, ann an àm sam bith. Bidh mi gad shireadh gus an ruig mi ort a-rithist. Gus am faigh sinn a chèile."