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vz.52

Semi-automatic rifle that was produced in the former Czechoslovakia. It bears some resemblance to the SKS, and even features an integrated bayonet, although side-folding instead of under-folding. Chambered in 7.62x45mm, some rifles were converted to 7.62x39 as the Com-Bloc nations began to standardize calibers. The easiest way to tell a 7.62x45mm from a 7.62x39mm vz rifle is the angle of the magazines floor plate. The latter has a very steep angle to accommodate the 7.62x39 cartridge. The other trick is to check the receiver under the rear sight for a cross pin. This particular rifle is a 7.62x45mm model but the seller is advertising it as a 7.62x39mm. He’s going to have an angry buyer. (GRH)

Headcanon that Jack buys so much nice shit for the FAHC penthouse. If it was up to Geoff, all they would have were beds on the floor and paper plates so she took over. Made it look like something off Instagram or Pinterest and shit. But once she was done designing it, that was it. Wasn’t her job to maintain it. 

In come the lads, fuckin’ around and getting crumbs everywhere and spilling drinks and leaving game all over the floor. And then Ryan bleeding all over the carpet. Damn place is a mess. 

So Michael cleans it all. He’ll get antsy at 1 am in the morning and just start cleaning, grumbling to himself how it’s not his apartment and he cleans up his messes after he makes them god damnit and why can’t someone else do this for once?

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“You have to eat.”

You refused to look down at Hunter as he unchained you from the floor, the plate of hot steaming food beside you as he cleaned the wound on your ankle. 

“And you have to stop pulling off your cuff, this’ll get an infection.”

“Don’t act like you care,” you scoffed.

“I do,” he argued. “And whether you like it or not, I always will. I love you (Y/N)–”

“Monsters can’t love,” you said in a monotone voice.

“Don’t say that–”

“Say what Hunter?! The Truth?”

Please, just eat, you’re getting thinner.”

“You’re a monster.” Your voice constantly interrupted him.

“I’m trying not to be, for you. Now can you just eat–”

“I won’t eat what a Monster offers.”

“EAT!” Before you knew it, Hunter’s leather clad hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed tighter than he anticipated. You’re hand joined his, no words escaping your mouth as you tried to take it off, fear gripping you.

Hunter let go immediately, as if his hand burned him, running the the farthest corner of the room. You took in a deep breath and rubbed your neck, wincing at the feeling of possible bruising. 

You looked at your husband to see his shoulders shaking violently, and you knew he was crying from the way he heavily leaned on the wall. “I’m trying–I can’t, I won’t be this person around you,” you heard through his choked voice. “But the things I’ve done, they can’t be erased. I wish to God they could be, just so that you could look at me like you loved me again.”

You sucked in a shaky breath, tears falling down your face as you realized he almost took your life. And the worst part is…you still loved him. So  you picked up the plate and the fork, sniffled, and started eating.

PART FOUR

anonymous asked:

Pls Zarkon with embarrassing garlan old people virus like the slippies with the alteans

Zarkon sneezed.

The three guards behind him promptly dove for the floor as the hardened plates of his carapace shot into the wall like launched knives, and they glanced at each other with dread.

The Sovereign? 

With Shedding Flu?

In the middle of a war?

Oh, this could be a problem.

Surely it couldn’t actually be the Shedding Flu, the healers protested. The Sovereign was far too young. There had been no exposure. It was the wrong season. 

And yet when one healer nearly lost a hand to another carapace plate, it could only be agreed on.

Somehow, someway the Sovereign of the newly christened Galran Empire had come down with the Shedding Flu, and just after he had made enemies after most of the known galaxy.

Intentional contamination was a possibility. Or a curse. After all, the death of the Green Paladin had been broadcast only one Galactic-Acknowledged Week ago. There were many who would want the Sovereign dead, or at least humiliated.

The Druids had swept in to take control of the matter, demanding control of both the healing measures and the interrogations.

It had been a short-lived affair after that.

Zarkon had been miraculously cured in the matter of a day, and all those who had known of the issue were dead. The Immortal Health of The Sovereign was secure.

Except for very soft whispers in the quietest avenues of the galaxy.

“Did you hear the Galran leader went down with the Shedding Flu right after he had the Green Paladin killed?”

Honey and Spaghetti

It’s @iddayidnight‘s birthday today and so I thought I would write her a little something. Happy Birthday, sweetheart! I hope you like first kisses and pining because that’s what you are about to get!

“What did you just say?” Derek tries to keep his breathing steady, looking at the plate of food he’s dropped on the floor. The plate of spaghetti. His mom is going to kill him.

Stiles doesn’t even hesitate as he asks again, bounding towards Derek to help him pick the pasta up, scooping it back onto the plate carelessly, before shrugging and eating a few strands. Derek grimaces.

Stiles’ motto in life is dirty food deserves a home too. Well, Derek’s never actually heard him say that, but he’s seen Stiles eat food off the cafeteria floor, okay? He’s pretty sure his gravestone will read ‘Stiles Stilinski: loving son and friend, died of unnecessary food poisoning due to his unsanitary habits’. Okay, so it probably won’t say that, but even so, the point still-

“I want you to kiss me.”

-stands.

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Hayato’s Scary Story 
On one summer night, I was staying over at a mountain resort for training camp. That day, it was raining and the weather was sweltering hot. Since I couldn’t sleep, I stepped out from my room into the hallway to get a glass of water… when I suddenly heard a loud crash of glass. Then… immediately after that, I heard screams of…
[imitating ARAKITA] “Don’t die, Fuku-chaan!”
and
[imitating TOUDOU] “You mustn’t die, Fuku!”
so I ran towards the voices, wondering what was going on. There… I found Juichi lying on the ground of his room on the second floor with broken plates scattered around him! …Juichi was practicing plate spinning but made a mistake and the plate hit him smack in the forehead. Man, even I was surprised!


From Yomecolle. They added new cards for Shinkai, including conversation cards between him and Izumida and Tadokoro. I’m slowly unlocking them. Please help if you’d like to fulfill my wish list. ^^;

Marie Tharp and the Mid-Atlantic Ridge

In honor of International Women’s Day and the beginning of Women’s History Month, we thought some of our favorite female geologists deserved a shout out. One of my personal favorites is this girl, Marie Tharp, who did something very important for our modern understanding of geology—she discovered the Mid-Atlantic Ridge.

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The Ford “Ole Yeller” Mustang

Ford Motor Company has created the most track-ready and road-legal Ford Mustang to benefit Experimental Aircraft Association’s youth education programs, including the Young Eagles. The aviation-inspired Ford “Ole Yeller” Mustang will be donated and sold via auction at the Gathering of Eagles charity event – the ninth straight year Ford has donated a car – on July 28, at EAA AirVenture Oshkosh 2016, the World’s Greatest Aviation Celebration.

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It was early in the morning and Dakota was the only one in, both baking and running orders. Thankfully there was only one person in at the moment so he didn’t have to do so much as he slowly woke up. He hummed, smiling brightly as he came out with a coffee and a scone as the other had wanted, or at least he thinks they wanted that, he could have made a mistake in writing it down while he was so tired. He walked towards the other, starting to doubt himself and ‘oh god, what if he got their order wrong and--’ none of that really mattered anyway as he stepped on his shoelace, stumbling back and falling on his bum, coffee splashing over his front and the scone landing on the floor with the plate shattered to bits. He hissed as the hot substance burnt him and his bum smarted a bit with the impact. He blinked his eyes open from where he had squeezed them shut in the process, noticing he was right in front of the customer. “oops.” he chuckled sheepishly.

Starkiller Science: Chapter 2

Summary:  You’ve finally moved into your new apartment on the Starkiller base’s orbiting satellite, and your day has been terrible because moving is a pain in and of itself.  But wait!  It gets worse before it gets better.  At least you finally meet some other people onboard.

Ships: Kylo Ren x reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2547

Boxes. A labyrinth of boxes upon boxes tumbling over other boxes and spilling their contents onto the metal-plated floor.  And then more boxes.  Boxes on the bed.  Boxes on the tiny island of a kitchen table.  Boxes out in the hallway, because my God, what to do with all these damned boxes?

You were still holding onto your cat’s crate when you entered into your brand new apartment on the Starkiller base’s largest orbiting satellite.  It was a relief to finally get inside of your new home, because oh boy had today been shit.

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This globe shows the age of the rocks that make up the seafloor of the Atlantic Ocean. The youngest rocks can be found around the Mid-Atlantic ridge (shown in red). The Mid Atlantic ridge is essentially a submarine mountain range which is the result of sea floor spreading; molten lava pours out and hardens into basalt rock. Plate tectonics gradually moves the rocky seafloor away from the ridge and hence the rocks get older. The oldest rocks in the Atlantic are about 180 million years old.

-Jean

Image courtesy of NOAA

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Terry Fox, Instruments to be Played by the Movement of the Earth, Capp Street Projects, 1987

‘The space/studio will be in continual use for the duration of the residency. There is no “fixed” installation. Rather, the gradual accumulation of instruments that will sound by vibration of the earth. These instruments are made to be played only this way. no sound in the absence of vibration. Potential sound. The sounds created by the instruments will correspond to the sounds heard during an earthquake; objects falling, rolling across the floor, rumbling, glasses and plates breaking, glass shattering, an alarm going off, ect……….”