1130s

Russian T-90MS at the 2013 Russian Arms Expo. The MS variant is the newer version of the export version (T-90S), with a new 1130 horsepower engine, PNM Sosna-U gunner sight, a 7.62mm turret, inertial navigation systems, and new explosive reactive armor. Eight more rounds than the T-90S can also be carried.

一般ユーザーから

〈あなたは在特会「在日特権」という差別デマを、デマではなく事実だと考えているんですよね?〉

と問いただされた川上氏は、 なんと、こう返信したのである。

〈しばき隊の議論の特徴は勝手な定義とそれに続くレッテル貼りのコンボですが、「在日特権」が差別デマというのは完全に正しいのですか? 「通名」は実際にあったわけですよね?それは「在日特権」ではないという定義でしょうか?〉

愕然としたのは、ネトウヨの妄想でしかないことが客観的に証明されている「在日特権」の存在を川上氏が示唆したことだ。

 実はこれ、在特会が公式HPで言い張っていることとまったく同じなのだがもちろんなんの根拠もない。

たとえば、彼らは「通名制度」 によって、犯罪歴を隠すことができるとか言っているが、
これは真っ赤な嘘で、警察の履歴にも名前が残る。

むしろ「通名」は、日本の植民地政策のなかで、半ば強制されてきたものであり、

戦後も就職差別や結婚差別から逃れるために 「通名」を使い続けざるをえないという側面があった。

※本文より抜粋しました。
http://lite-ra.com/2015/05/post-1130.html

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952: 名無しさん@1周年:2015/05/26(火) 15:31:10.19 ID:6mTWQwlX0
簡単に帰化もできるからな 他の外人と比べれば
特権は知れば知るほどある

Another manuscript I really like is this 1110-1130 English bestiary, drawn by an artist whose approach to unfamiliar animals was “like a bear, but…”

Like a bear, but pointy.

Like a bear, but wet.

Like a bear, but breathing fire.

Like a bear, but winged. (Yes, the second one does say salamandra. Because it’s a salamander. No problems here.)

And my personal favourite: like a bear, but overcome with the futility of existence in a harsh and uncaring world. Look at the faces on the bottom two. Those lions are so done.

Also featuring some extremely untrustworthy elephants:

[Images from Bodleian Library, MS. Laud Misc. 247]   

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Akka Mahadevi
Akka Mahadevi (c.1130-1160), one of the early female poets in the Kannada language was a prominent figure of the Veerashaiva Bhakti movement of the 12th century Karnataka. She is a prominent figure in the field of female emancipation and a person of mystical vision.

Mahadevi is said to have refused to wear any clothing—a common practice among male ascetics, but shocking for a woman. Legend has it that due to her true love and devotion with God her whole body was protected by hair.
(via lingayathism.net)

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Freedom Tastes Like This

or, the “if hak had not been there the night soo-won killed king il/if zeno found yona first…” AU

Akatsuki no Yona

words: 1130

note: the driving point of the massive au post i had written out since i wanted to see how it’d work as a small test-run and OMG this is actually almost 10 times more susceptible to angst than the original somehow lol bye

In the midst of everything, she comes up with an unwelcome witty analogy: most birds born in a cage do not know how to fly outside of one.

Again, Yona trips over a root and braces herself seconds before impact. She’s got bruises on the soles her feet and maybe one of her ankles are swollen but she’s never broken anything before so she can’t really tell. Her lips are chapped and every time she licks them, they just get dryer and dryer. She wonders if it’s natural as they start to bleed.

Keep reading

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clouds over the gulf of alaska, photographed by goes 15, may 2015.

the south coast of alaska around cook inlet runs across the top of the image; kodiak island is at left, and kenai peninsula to the right.

top: 10th may.
bottom: 15th may.

left: 8 images photographed 1130-1500 akdt.
right: difference between sequential images.

image credit: noaa/nasa. animation: ageofdestruction.

Request: Idk why I thought of this out maybe like a really timid crossroad demon and it’s like her first day on the job. She has to make a deal with Dean for whatever reason and is very hesitant to kiss him and dean is very taken back by that. Idk kind of comedic if you want.

Author: TJ

Characters: Dean and Crossroad Demon

Word Count: approx. 1130

Dear diary,

This isn’t anything like I thought it would be. I have given up my life after ten years and was made this promise of being a demon. This isn’t anything like the demon said it would be. I’ve been assigned to the Crossroads sector. I got my first call over a month ago and I haven’t gotten one since.  Though I can’t really blame anyone but myself.

His name was Dean. Yes that Dean. The one that everyone told me about. A Winchester called upon us to help. The sad thing is that I wanted to help him. I am so embarrassed at how this turned out. I guess I should start at the beginning.

I had no idea how I would be called. Apparently it’s just a bell in your head and it gives you mental GPS. I showed up in the wrong place! I was a good five miles from him. They haven’t trained me in short distance teleporting so I had to walk! Walk in six inch heels. When I finally got to him I went invisible and walked to the spot where he had buried his box. Dean raised his eyebrow when I appeared.

“So hey there,” I smiled and waved to him.

“Uh,” Dean looked me up and down, “hey.”

“Sooo,” I rocked back and forth on my now bare feet.

“Where are your shoes?”

“Six inch heels are very cute to stand around in but walking not so much. I got your call and, uh, I’m here to help,” my chest was tight and I thought my head would explode from the pressure.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Dean’s face went serious.

“Um,” of course I got so nervous I smoked up.

Lucky for me Dean is very quick on his feet and caught my body before it hit the ground. I watched for a moment then reentered the body. What was my problem?

I cleared my throat, “sorry.”

“Are you sure you’re supposed to be here?”

I could tell he was holding back his laughter and I was glad that he did. I felt my face get hot and cleared my throat again.

“Yeah,” I bit my lip, “it’s kinda my first day. I’m sorry.”

“N-no not a problem,” Dean coughed to cover his laugh.

“I also may have missed what you needed,” I looked to the ground and rocked back on my heels.

“It’s my best friend,” Dean sighed, “he’s sick. I just want this cancer to go away. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“Oh my god,” my head snapped up and I met his eyes, “you’re risking your soul for a friend like that?”

“Yeah,” Dean blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, “he’s kinda my world.”

“Oh,” I nodded then it hit me, “OH! He’s more than a friend.”

“Well,” Dean kicked at the dirt, “not yet. I’m hoping to, uh, maybe ya know when he gets better. I don’t want him to think I’m askin’ him out for pity.”

“I get it. That’s so sweet,” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah,” he coughed and looked away.

“Okay,” I thought about how they had shown me what to do, “you have a deal,” I put out my hand.

“Uh,” Dean grinned, “isn’t there supposed to be a kiss?”

“Well,” I dropped my hand and it was my turn to look away, “you see, what, uh, like,” I didn’t want to say it because I was mortified, “I’ve never kissed a guy before.”

“What?” Dean took a step back and looked at me hard, “what do you mean?”

“I made my deal at 16 and I wasn’t really interested you know. By time 26 rolled around I had only been on a couple of dates.”

“Oh damn. You were so young,” Dean shook his head.

“I wanted to go to a boyband concert,” I shrugged.

“What?” Dean laughed out right, “you sold your soul for a boyband?”

“Hey it was wonderful dammit! At least I’m not pinning over my best friend and haven’t told him,” I crossed my arms.

“Fair enough. But there still has to be a kiss.”

“Do I have to?” I made a face and scrunched my nose.

“Yeah or nothing happens.”

I grabbed his hand and gave it a kiss.

“And what is that supposed to do?” he chuckled.

“Dammit,” I stomped my foot and let out a sigh, “fine,” I stepped close to him puckered up.

“Don’t do that,” Dean laughed, “you look like a gold fish.”

“Oh come on! No wonder people hate you Winchesters. You’re mean,” I grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him in and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah that isn’t gonna work either. Be serious.”

“I swear to god,” I took a deep breath, “I’m just really nervous.”

“Fine,” Dean grinned, “you stay still.”

Dean moved in and if I had a heart it would have been beating loudly in my throat. He cupped my face and his lips softly met mine. It was the best feeling. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him in. He moaned and kissed a little harder. I pulled back slowly and smiled up at him.

“Hey.”

“Shit,” I frowned.

“What?”

“We didn’t set terms. Nothing changed.”

“Oh,” Dean shook his head, “you’re bad at this.”

“Yeah kinda. So how does 60 years sound?” I blushed and closed my eyes a moment.

“Like you’d get in trouble,” Dean chuckled but didn’t let me go.

“Eh,” I shrugged.

“Alright.”

We kissed again.

“I think I like kissing,” I whispered as he pulled back.

“If I wasn’t hopelessly in love with Cas I might have to summon you again,” Dean teased as he let me go.

“Pfft. Like I could replace that fallen angel. Ooh sorry. Too soon.”

“What’s your name?”

“Why?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Just wondering.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Lovely name. Well I’ve got to head back to the hospital.”

“Yup,” I grinned and waved.

“See ya ‘round Y/N,” Dean smirked and walked back to his car.

Then a month later the mail guy comes and knocks on my door all giddy. He hands me an embossed envelope. I gave it a look and broke the seal. Then I laughed.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of

Dean Winchester and Castiel Anhel

I don’t even know what to say diary. My first case was probably my last since Crowley hasn’t bothered to give me anything else. So maybe this demon thing isn’t so bad after all.

Affectionately yours,

Y/N

 

June HAHD in Denver!

Hello there fellow Hartos!

Denver’s second Have A Hart Day will be on June 27th and we would love to see you there! 

Denver Rescue Mission
1130 Park Ave. West
Denver, CO 80205

We have space for TEN people to work the Dinner Prep shift from 4:30-6:00pm at the Denver Rescue Mission in Denver on June 27th! 

It’s going to be a lot of fun preparing food to help feed those in need and down on their luck. It’s going to be a rather short shift, but it’s sort of a test run for HAHD Denver. If we like it, we will schedule more, longer shifts here! 

All you need to do to register is send an email to kimberlyselinske@gmail.com with “HAHD” in the heading and include:

- Your name

- Your contact info for June 27th

- Any questions you have!

Just an FYI: You MUST be over 12 years old to volunteer at the Rescue Mission, but if you are UNDER 18, you must also have an adult volunteering with you.

TL;DR: June HAHD: June 27th from 4:30-6:00pm at Denver Rescue Mission. Email kimberlyselinske@gmail.com to register.

The time between the pages

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by Violetscented

I was asked on Tumblr if I could do something angsty and as this oneshot was already half-written I decided to finish it. Regina and Emma are still in the closet but have secret meetings on a nearby beach some mornings. It’s sad and hopefully slightly poetic. It’s set around season 4B in canon but they are both single at this point.

Words: 1130, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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Wrapped this one up for the day just before the power went out!!! @onitattoogallery and crew will see you all tomorrow 1130 to 8. Taking the day off!!! (at Oni Tattoo Gallery)