the northern borders

non-canon map of the free marches

the official map of thedas is tragically underpopulated, so here’s an alternative. all headcanon & completely made up, but useful for fic/worldbuilding or just interesting for the curious. feel free to nab bits & pieces for your own stuff, just gimme a credit if you do!

all of these place names exist in the real-world, & i’ve taken them from ireland, scotland, scandinavia, switzerland, belgium, & northern england. i’ve tried to match up my invented names to the canon ones (for example, ‘kirkwall’ is a real place in scotland, so the names i put around thedas’ kirkwall are also scottish).

more map shenanigans

under the cut: full list of places, by area

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I mean that’s what makes this whole thing truly ironic, the fact that the United States is one of the hardest countries to invade on Earth.

1.) We have two oceans to our East and West with the potential for projection of significant naval power on each. Every nation on the other side of the Atlantic is either an ally of ours or too militarily weak to attack us. There are military powers of concern on the other side of the Pacific, but we have significant naval and air power stationed in Guam, Hawaii, Japan, and South Korea, meaning you’d have to get through several layers of U.S. defenses to even be able to face off against the continental military.

2.) Western Alaska is nearly empty, as in, not even roads.

3.) Our only two borders are shared with allies. On top of that, on the Southern border they’d either have to deal with the Sonoran and Chihuahuan deserts on the West or navigate upstream through the mountainous Rio Grande on the East. On our Northern border, you’d have to penetrate pretty deep into the most heavily-populated segments of Canada to access the US, meaning you’d have to invade and defeat Canada first before you’d even get here.

Jan. 05 ––Latin Calendar––
Saint Simeon the Stylites

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Simeon the Elder, was born about 388 at Sisan, near the northern border of Syria. After beginning life as a shepherd boy, he entered a monastery before the age of sixteen, and from the first gave himself up to the practice of an austerity so extreme and to all appearance so extravagant, that his brethren judged him, perhaps not unwisely, to be unsuited to any form of community life.
Being forced to quit them he shut himself up for three years in a hut at Tell-Neschin, where for the first time he passed the whole of Lent without eating or drinking.
This afterwards became his regular practice, and he combined it with the mortification of standing continually upright so long as his limbs would sustain him. In his later days he was able to stand thus on his column without support for the whole period of the fast.
After three years in his hut, Simeon sought a rocky eminence in the desert and compelled himself to remain a prisoner within a narrow space less than twenty yards in diameter.
But crowds of pilgrims invaded the desert to seek him out, asking his counsel or his prayers, and leaving him insufficient time for his own devotions. This at last determined him to adopt a new way of life. Simeon had a pillar erected with a small platform at the top, and upon this he determined to take up his abode until death released him.

At first the pillar was little more than nine feet high, but it was subsequently replaced by others, the last in the series being apparently over fifty feet from the ground. However extravagant this way of life may seem, it undoubtedly produced a deep impression on contemporaries, and the fame of the ascetic spread through Europe, Rome in particular being remarkable for the large number of pictures of the saint which were there to be seen, a fact which a modern writer, Holl, represents as a factor of great importance in the development of image worship (see the Philotesia in honour of P. Kleinert, p. 42-48). Even on the highest of his columns Simeon was not withdrawn from intercourse with his fellow men.
By means of a ladder which could always be erected against the side, visitors were able to ascend; and we know that he wrote letters, the text of some of which we still possess, that he instructed disciples, and that he also delivered addresses to those assembled beneath.

Around the tiny platform which surmounted the capital of the pillar there was probably something in the nature of a balustrade, but the whole was exposed to the open air, and Simeon seems never to have permitted himself any sort of cabin or shelter. During his earlier years upon the column there was on the summit a stake to which he bound himself in order to maintain the upright position throughout Lent, but this was an alleviation with which he afterwards dispensed. Great personages, such as the Emperor Theodosius and the Empress Eudocia manifested the utmost reverence for the saint and listened to his counsels, while the Emperor Leo paid respectful attention to a letter Simeon wrote to him in favour of the Council of Chalcedon.
Once when he was ill Theodosius sent three bishops to beg him to descend and allow himself to be attended by physicians, but the sick man preferred to leave his cure in the hands of God, and before long he recovered. After spending thirty-six years on his pillar, Simeon died on Friday, 2 Sept., 459 (Lietzmann, p. 235). A contest arose between Antioch and Constantinople for the possession of his remains.

The preference was given to Antioch, and the greater part of his relics were left there as a protection to the unwalled city. The ruins of the vast edifice erected in his honour and known as Qal `at Sim `ân (the mansion of Simeon) remain to the present day. It consists of four basilicas built out from an octagonal court towards the four points of the compass. In the centre of the court stands the base of St. Simeon’s column. This edifice, says H.C. Butler, “unquestionably influenced contemporary and later church building to a marked degree” (Architecture and other Arts, p. 184). It seems to have been a supreme effort of a provincial school of architecture which had borrowed little from Constantinople.

Okay, gotta get all of these Papa!Hak thoughts out of my head before I die of cute feels…

  • The new army recruits arriving at the palace and not understanding how Kouka’s Thunder Beast can look so terrifying despite the fact that he’s stomping past them during initial inspections with one kid attached to each of his legs. 
  • Hak finally finding that very important document Kyo-Ga sent him about defence at the northern border that he thought he lost, only to see it covered in scribbles. All is forgiven though, because it’s a drawing of him with a messy “Dad ♥” written above it.
  • Hak having to eat… whatever the hell that’s supposed to be, because “Dad, look we made this for you! Try it! You have to try it!” (and he thought Yona’s cooking was bad)
  • Yona finding Hak and their child asleep in bed, both wearing her hair ornaments because the kid decided they wanted to play dress-up.
  • Hak pacing back and forth in the nursery rocking his child at 3AM and tiredly whispering stories about Yona and the dragons because the child is sick and can’t sleep.
  • Hak running a victory lap of the castle when he finally succeeds in tying up his daughter’s hair “properly”. Well, good enough so that she doesn’t go and get Yona to re-tie it, at least. 
  • Everyone on the palace staff having to put up with proud dad stories. 
  • Hak going into a silent panic because he was walking around a corner and accidentally kneed one of his kids in the face. The child is fine, but it takes Yona all afternoon to convince Hak that he’s not a bad father and that it could happen to anyone. 

i’m just randomly thinking about Olivier and Roy

i know they aren’t purposely really supposed to be compared to each other in the narrative (probably, idk)

But I find it interesting how she froze Sloth and he incinerated Lust

They’re both commanding officers that have the loyalty of their subordinates that goes beyond normal duty-bound obligation

They both care for their country and soldiers, so they’re both pretty patriotic, I guess. Olivier comments on guarding the northern border to keep the rest of Amestris safe, Roy joined the military to help his country

They both have their facades. Roy as a careless womanizer, Olivier as a cold ruthless commander. Which, they both are to an extent, but not really. Roy is cunning and ambitious, his dates being covers for informants. Olivier takes great care in training her subordinates instead of just leaving them out in the cold, and also doing things like that broken watch incident, showcasing a ‘gentleness’ that one wouldn’t expect.

Olivier comments on Alex’s “softness”, and Roy does too

And if you think of it this way: Hughes=Bucaneer and Miles=Hawkeye then they have “best friend killed by homunculus” in common too.

(Neither of them got the chance to kill the homunculus that did the deed. Wrath dying by Scar’s hand and Envy by their own)

As well as having someone at their side to provide perspective. Miles provides a perspective from his mixed-background and Hawkeye keeps Mustang on his path.

They have completely different attitudes but they have these crucial similarities, including both having the goal of gunning for the top.

Also Roy is the King in his chess metaphor, and the Flame Alchemist. So pretty much he’s the “Fire King” and Olivier has the nickname “Ice Queen”

I’m pretty sure it drives them crazy and they probably get mad if anyone tries to bring up that, if you get down to the core of it, they aren’t all that different

anonymous asked:

I always felt that the British should have landed forces in the US south, marching northward while placating (giving bonuses and rewards to the loyalist majority southerners) and forming a perimeter while a second force at the northern border marched southwestward towards Philadelphia to make sure there was no westward escape/guerrilla campaign Vietnam style. Corral the Americans in the large cities and coastal plains and bring in the Royal navy to reduce the cities to rubble if peace failed

The problem with that is space and resources. The colonies were vast and the British Army tiny. It would almost have worked if all the Loyalists had taken up arms, but many were too scared and intimidated by the rebels. Regarding the South especially, the British were in a no-win situation - rebels would comply when the Army turned up, and obviously they couldn’t just start hanging thousands of people after they’d surrendered (if only “Bloody” Ban hadn’t been a myth, eh?). As soon as the Army moved on and vacated the area, the rebels simply took up arms again.

My favourite quirky RevWar strategy would’ve been for the British to completely abandon the mainland and use their naval superiority to mount continuous raids all along the east coast. Even with French and Spanish intervention, it’s unlikely they could have stopped such a move, and the colonial economy would have utterly collapsed. Combine that with the burning of New York, Boston, Savannah and Charleston. Such a strategy was actually considered and advocated by a few. 

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June 22 2016 - A group of pro-choice activists used a drone to deliver abortion pills to Northern Ireland this week. Two women took the abortion pills that were delivered. The drone took off from Omeath, Ireland, near the border of Northern Ireland, and landed on the other side of the border.

It was carrying the drugs Mifepristone and Misoprostol, which can be used up to nine weeks into a pregnancy. Nearly all forms of abortion are illegal in Northern Ireland, with offenders facing a maximum sentence of life in prison. This year, a 21-year-old woman was given a suspended sentence after pleading guilty to purchasing abortion pills online because she couldn’t afford to travel to England to have the procedure.

The organizations behind this week’s stunt said they carried it out as an “act of solidarity” with women in Northern Ireland who are facing prosecution for having an abortion, and as a demonstration that the country’s laws can be easily circumvented with pills ordered online . “Restrictive abortion laws will not keep women from accessing abortion pills, by ship, by mail, through the internet, drone or RC speedboat,” said Dr. Rebecca Gomperts of Women on Waves, one of the rights groups that organized the drone flight. Women on Waves staged a similar stunt last year, using a drone to deliver abortion pills to Poland. [video]/[article]

House Rowan, Lords of Goldengove, Sworn to Tyrell

House Rowan of Goldengrove is one of the most prominent and old families from the Reach and like several other major Reach houses, the Rowans can trace their descent from the legendary Garth Greenhand through his daughter Rowan Gold-Tree. Their seat is Goldengrove and their dominions extend all along its northern borders of the Reach. Their sigil is a golden tree on silver. 

House Rowan traces its roots to Rowan Gold-Tree daughters. According to legend Rowan was so bereft when her lover left her for a rich rival that she wrapped an apple in her golden hair and planted it upon a hill, from the apple grew a tree whose bark, leaves and fruit were yellow gold, which is now the sigil for House Rowan.

At the on set of the War of the Five Kings Lord Mathis Rowan rides with King Renly Baratheon however after his death house Rowan joins with the Tyrells and the Lannisters at the Battle of the Blackwater. Lord Mathis is among the lords presented to King Joffrey I at the award ceremony after the battle and Lord Tywin grants him an advisory seat on the small council, which Cersei later revokes.

Another 5 Italy Facts

* The Alps / Dolomiti mountain range form part of Italy’s northern border, and for a long time protected the peninsula from invasion.

* Italy has three active volcanoes: Vesuvius, Etna, and Stromboli.

* Next to Rome, Milan is the 2nd-largest city in Italy.

* Italy has over 3,000 museums.

* Rome was founded in 753 BC. Before it became a republic and an empire, it had 7 kings. The first king of Rome was its legendary founder, Romulus.

Maine gothic

You start your journey in Kittery, hoping to end up in Portland. Somewhere along the way you take a wrong turn and end up on the northern border of Canada.

The local radio station starts to play Christmas music before thanksgiving this year. The year after that they play it before Halloween. The next year, there is no beginning of the Christmas music. You struggle to remember a time when they didn’t play Christmas music.

You decide to go to Old Orchard Beach for the day. When you arrive, all you see, hear, touch, taste, and smell is French Canadian.

Driving on the turnpike, you come across a deer. He stands frozen in front of your car, staring into your soul. You cannot help but stare back at him. Next thing you know, he’s in the passenger seat of you car and you are taking him to the best Italian sandwich shop in Maine.

 You start to drink a can of Moxie. The taste of 1000 year old tree bark and sulfur attacks your taste buds, but you cannot stop drinking. You finish your first can and open another. 

 Someone asks “where do you live?”. You reply, “Vacationland”. Your reply to the question startles you, and you cannot remember a time when you weren’t on vacation.

Everyone owns a UMaine article of clothing. In fact, everyone you know goes to UMaine. Even your Grandmother still goes to UMaine.

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river
You must have been protecting someone last time I called
I never asked you for nothing that you couldn’t deliver
I’ve never asked you to set yourself up for a fall.

I saw thousands who could have overcome the darkness
For the love of a lousy buck, I’ve watched them die
Stick around, baby, we’re not through
Don’t look for me, I’ll see you
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling from the sky.

In your teardrops, I can see my reflection
It was on the northern border of Texas where I crossed the line
I don’t want to be a fool starving for affection
I don’t want to drown in someone else’s wine.

For all eternity I think I will remember
That icy wind that’s howling in your eye
You will seek me and you’ll find me
In the wasteland of your mind
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling from the sky.

-Bob Dylan

Big Mike Zylstra

A guy who can carry 325 pounds

And not look at all bloated or distended

Long, beautiful muscles in the Schwarzenegger model.

“Zylstra” is a fairly common surname in the northern Dutch/German border area formerly known as Frisia - one sees it with recurring frequency over there.

Eat up, big boy.

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August 27th 1979: Lord Mountbatten killed

On this day in 1979, the cousin of Queen Elizabeth II, Louis Mountbatten, was killed by the IRA, aged seventy-nine. The bomb blast on Mountbatten’s boat, sailing near the border of Northern Ireland, also killed one of his grandsons and two others. The bombing followed the murder of Catholic civilians by loyalists in Ireland, and the separatist Irish Republican Army quickly claimed responsibility for the attack on Mountbatten, which they called an ‘execution’, stating that they targeted him to draw attention to the oppressive presence of British troops in Ireland. The murder of the Queen’s second cousin and Prince Philip’s uncle, who had been a prominent military officer and diplomat, prompted outrage throughout Britain and increased violence in Ireland. Thomas McMahon was arrested and convicted of the bombing, but was eventually released as a provision of the 1998 Good Friday Agreement between Britain and Northern Ireland. Only hours after the attack on Mountbatten, eighteen British soldiers in Northern Ireland were killed by two car bombs planted by the IRA. The Warrenpoint ambush, as it was known, was the deadliest attack on the British army during the Troubles. A memorial service for the victims, which included a civilian, was held in September. Mountbatten’s funeral, attended by the Queen and other members of the Royal Family, also took place in September at Westminster Abbey.