#11/11/1943

[carbone14]

Un soldat américain inspecte un fusil Springfield M1903 touché par des balles japonaises – Bataille d'Attu – Campagnes des îles Aléoutiennes – Guerre du Pacifique – Ile d'Attu – Alaska – 11 mai 1943

La campagne des îles Aléoutiennes est parfois appelée « La bataille oubliée » car elle se déroulait en même temps que la bataille de Guadalcanal.

Cette campagne est la seule qui s'est déroulée avec des combats terrestres sur le sol américain lors de la seconde guerre mondiale.

Le 3 juin 1942, les japonais attaquent et envahissent les îles Aléoutiennes, archipel au sud-ouest de l'Alaska. Deux thèses expliquent cette invasion. La première thèse évoque une diversion lancée par l'amiral Isoroku Yamamoto pour éloigner la flotte américaine de Midway. La deuxième, plus récente, explique en réalité une nécessité pour les Japonais de protéger le flanc nord de leur Empire.

La campagne de reconquête des Aléoutiennes par les Américains commence dès août 1942 pour se terminer un an plus tard, le 15 août 1943. L'éloignement des îles et les conditions météorologiques particulièrement difficiles compliquent les opérations de reconquête.

La bataille d'Attu fut la seule bataille terrestre sur le territoire des Etats-Unis. Les conditions climatiques sévères et les défenses japonaises plus efficaces que prévues rendirent difficile la progression des américains. Les japonais, acculés dans une poche près de la côte, lancèrent une attaque frontale qui perça la première ligne de défense pour s'achever au corps à corps dans les lignes arrières. Sur les 1 200 défenseurs japonais seuls 29 furent faits prisonniers.

Après la prise de l'île d'Attu qui fut le théâtre de combats sanglants, Américains et Canadiens débarquent sur l'île de Kiska le 15 août 1943 sans aucune opposition. En effet, les japonais avaient évacué secrètement l'île deux semaines plus tôt au bénéfice d'un épais brouillard sans que les alliés n'en sachent rien. Pris dans un épais brouillard, la confusion règne parmi les alliés qui avancent dans une nature hostile et piégée par les Japonais au point de se tirer les uns sur les autres... Les pertes s'élèvent à 313 hommes, dues aux tirs amis, aux pièges laissés par les Japonais et aux maladies ou gelures dues au froid.

L'opération Cottage, dernière opération consistant à libérer l'île de Kiska solda cette campagne.

#WWII #guerre du pacifique #pacific war #campagne des îles aléoutiennes #aleutian islands campaign #bataille d'attu #battle of attu #armée américaine #american army #île d'attu #attu island #îles aléoutiennes #aleutian islands #alaska #états-unis #usa #11/05/1943 #05/1943 #1943

[lanaturnerhascollapsed]

Movieland, December 1943

#laraine day #magazine: movieland #year: 1943 #decade: 1940s #type: studio and publicity photos #ml vol. 1 no. 11

[ghostlypawn]

“calling the queer women in aloto lesbians is weird” is not the take i thought id be seeing ever but ok

#‘its refreshing to hear them use queer’ #i hate to say this but 10/11 of the uses are in a negative way #and the other can be seen as a sarcastic use #its ok theyre lesbians #lesbian is not a contemporary label in comparison to 1943 lol #in terms of it meaning a relationship between two women in the modern sense it can be found as early as 1925 so

[adrianomaini]

L'incredibile fuga da Auschwitz di Rudolf Vrba e di Alfred Wetzler

Il 7 aprile 1944 Rudolf Vrba e Alfred Wetzler decisero di provare ciò che molti altri avevano già tentato senza successo a fare: fuggire da Auschwitz e sopravvivere per raccontarlo. Per loro non si trattava soltanto di salvare le proprie vite; si trattava di mettere il mondo al corrente degli orrori che si stavano consumando nell’inferno del campo di sterminio. I due, provenienti entrambi da…

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#1943 #1944 #Alfred Wetzler #Auschwitz #Birkenau #Blocco 11 #fuga #ghetto #lager #Pietro Biscaro #rapporto #Rudolf Vrba #Slovacchia #Theresienstadt

[bagnabraghe]

L'incredibile fuga da Auschwitz di Rudolf Vrba e di Alfred Wetzler

Il 7 aprile 1944 Rudolf Vrba e Alfred Wetzler decisero di provare ciò che molti altri avevano già tentato senza successo a fare: fuggire da Auschwitz e sopravvivere per raccontarlo. Per loro non si trattava soltanto di salvare le proprie vite; si trattava di mettere il mondo al corrente degli orrori che si stavano consumando nell’inferno del campo di sterminio. I due, provenienti entrambi da…

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#1943 #1944 #Alfred Wetzler #Auschwitz #Birkenau #Blocco 11 #fuga #ghetto #lager #Pietro Biscaro #rapporto #Rudolf Vrba #Slovacchia #Theresienstadt

[pokesonav]

Rare footage of Sub-Mariner pretty much Rickrolling Nazis 23 years before Rick Astley was invented, 44 years before Never Gonna Give You Up was born and like 63 years before Rickrolling was first perpetrated

#funny #comics #Sub-Mariner #Nazis #rick astley #rickroll #numbers #Marvel #Human-Torch (1940) №11 #1943

[aloesarchives]

Can You Not? (JJK Oneshot)

Warnings: 18+ (jic), Suggestive adult content, Swearing, Female pronouns, Sexual touches but nothing too explicit, Toji being frisky and hella horny, Megumi cockblocks Toji, slight ooc Megumi, Megumi being a menace, the word ass being mentioned like 3 times.

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Megumi Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1943 words

Pronouns: She/Her

Au: Reader is Megumi’s mom, is alive and well, Toji is alive and good too lol, reader is also a sorcerer but doesn’t go on many missions since she had Megumi but helps around Jujutsu Tech.

(A/N: Lastest oneshot to post in a while. I have another work that will be releasd later, hopefully. This is my first work for Jujitsu Kaisen. I apologize for any mischaracterizations with the characters!)

[Has been edited and proofread as 11/18/23 8:43pm. Banner credit: @cafekitsune]

As always, please enjoy!

It wasn’t unusual to have the house to yourself. With Toji going out on missions, and Megumi being in school for most of the day, you often found yourself always being at home by yourself. During this time, you would run some errands, some chores, or even go out for a bit to get some fresh air. Though you loved your husband and son, you also loved some alone time and it wouldn’t hurt to have it once in a while. 

Today was a little different. Toji was on a solo mission to wipe out a few curses in a town that was far from the city. The estimated completion of the mission would take about two days because of the distance and how the curses terrorized the town individually instead of in groups. But Toji being Toji, he got the mission done within six hours. For a regular grade sorcerer, it would take at least twelve hours to deal with two of these curses as these would any normal sorcerer a difficult time. But Toji doesn’t play games when it means getting a hefty paycheck for the job. With Toji's lack of a curse technique, he seemingly made himself an easy target for the curses. So he was able to draw them one by one from the specific areas of their known sightings.

Once the fifth curse dropped dead, Toji’s paycheck was secured. After receiving it from a wealthy business owner, the one who called about the town’s situation, all Toji could think about was getting home to you. He did his best to clean himself up from the stains and fluids of the now deceased curses. But there was some remaining residue and a small pungent odor that he couldn’t get rid of. Toji knew he would have to shower at home but he didn’t care because he only really thought of coming home to you. After getting dropped off home, it was around 4:30pm and he just went inside. He hears your humming in the kitchen and sees you chopping away at some vegetables, which he assumes is for dinner. As you cut away and put them in the pot, Toji can’t help but admire you. The precision in your cuts and the focus on your face as you slide the vegetables into the pot. Ugh, to him, you looked so good. Just like how he met you all those years ago when he saw you fight, you still were as beautiful as when he first laid eyes on you. And frankly, Toji thought you looked delicious as well.

After a few moments, you suddenly felt eyes on you and swiftly turned your head to meet Toji as he started walking towards you. 

“Toji! You’re home! Earlier then I was told. I thought you wouldn’t be home for at least a day or so.”

“That’s what I thought too, but the curses weren’t bad. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Toji says nonchalant as he twists his head up to crack it.

“Oh okay, Mr. big shot. We get it, not all of us have superhuman strength and heightened senses.” You joked which caused Toji to smirk. But your laughter died down and was replaced by a warm smile. You looked at him as you placed a hand on his right cheek and caressed his lip scar with your thumb gently.

“But I’m glad you came home in one piece. Well, that’s what it at least looks like on the surface. You’re not hurt anywhere, are you? I know how you are when you hide your injuries from me, Toji.” Looking at him apprehensively. 

“No, trust me. I’m not hurt. The red stains on my clothes are not my blood anyway, Hon.” He says with sight sincerity as he leans into your hand and holds it in his own. He looks at you before suddenly wrapping his strong arms around you, causing you to suck in your breath in a little bit. 

“I just wanna come home to you. That’s all I ever wanted after today. The mission wasn’t hard but I’m tired and I only wanna come back to you and this life we have together.” Leaning his head on yours softly and he slowly rubs your sides up and down.

You hum at his actions and let him relish in this state. You’re no stranger to Toji’s cocky and somewhat condescending personality. It’s something you couldn’t forget about him ever since your first encounter with this man. But you grew fond of it over time, especially when he got vulnerable around you when he told you everything about him. Now, you couldn’t imagine your husband without his cocky smirk.

The both of you stayed like this for a bit before Toji decided he wanted to dip his toes in the water. As he slowly stops rubbing your sides, he wraps his arms around you again. This time, however, you felt his right hand behind your right shoulder and his left being placed on your lower lumbar region. He was caressing the areas, his left hand getting dangerously close to your ass. 

You knew where this was going.

“Um, Toji… can’t you wait a little bit longer until nighttime? I need to watch dinner cook before it gets late.” You said hesitantly. Your face starts to warm up as that all too familiar fuzzy feeling starts to emerge itself from its depths within.

“I don’t know, Honey. It’s only for a bit, I swear. It’s just you and me in the house right now. No one will know. None of Megumi’s dogs or shadows. Hell, not even Megumi will be here for another hour or so. Just for a bit, please.”

Oh yeah, today’s the day Megumi is coming home from school. He said he’s bringing his two classmates over, Nobara and Yuuji, for dinner and to hangout. You asked him why out of curious and as he said over the phone with you, " (*deep sigh*) Mom, it’s only because they have begged me for so long. I just said I would bring them to see you once I come home on Friday. They really want to see the house and you."

“Toji please, n-not now…”

“Baby please. Just a few minutes of your time, a quickie. I promise you.”

Promise, your ass. You know your husband, and you know him well. Once you let him loose, he’s going all in until done and satisfied. He won’t stop until he gets his fill, trying more than his own damn missions. Oh, you knew because you were 110% sure that was how Megumi was conceived and born in the first place. All because of Toji’s horny primal urges, and it got worse once he was married to you.

You tried pushing Toji but knew it wouldn’t do anything given that the man was built like a concrete dam. Toji chuckles at your efforts as his right slides lower to rest comfortably on your ass. The way it rubbed and played with your flesh, your breathing was getting labored and grows heavier by the second the more he continued to play with you. You were slowly starting to become putty in his hands, literally. Toji was having too much fun enjoying putting you in such a state. He always did, the sadistic prick he is. 

“Come on, baby~~ Is that the best you can do? You’re a lot stronger than that, where did it all go? Did you need me that badly, (Y/N)?” He condescendingly says to you as you slowly start to give in to him.

He was seducing you, tempting you just to give in. While it was harmless and consensual, the hazy feeling that came with it was starting to take effect. Slowly blocking off your senses as you fail to hear the front door opening and closing. Before the two of you would go from the point of no return, in this case Toji getting a squeeze out of your ass, you heard a loud grunt at the entrance of the kitchen. Snapping out of your trance, you escape from your husband’s embrace and face where the grunt came from.

“God, can you not do that when I come home every time? I can’t believe you, Old man.”

There, you were faced with your 15 year old son, Megumi, who had a deadpan look at his face as he stared at the two of you. More so at you then Toji. Toji looked as irritated as ever while Megumi looked completely done with him.

“Megumi, Sweetie! I thought you were coming at 6:30 pm? It’s only 5:45 pm right now!” Walking over to Megumi to greet him. You were trying to calm yourself from your flustered state and welcome your son home. It always made you embarrassed when Megumi had to encounter these types of situations with you two. And to be honest, you wished your son never had to witness any of them. Meanwhile, Toji was death glaring at his own son for literally cock blocking him. 

“Yeah, but we just got done with the mission early and Gojo-Sensei said we can leave since that’s all he did for us today. Plus, Yuuji and Nobara are here with me. They're taking off their shoes and are still at the front entrance.” Megumi rubs the back of his head and pocketing his hands as he was telling you. By the way he talked and the look on his face, you knew your son was exhausted from the day. Assuming his two friends are tired as well. 

“Well Megumi, you can go upstairs and freshen up for a bit. Take your friends up to your room as well. Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes or so, I’ll come get you and friends. If you or your friends need anything, please let me know, dear. And for you, Toji, go upstairs, shower, and change into some new clean clothes. Your curse stains are starting to smell. I don’t want the house to smell like it, now go upstairs please.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Megumi gives you a small kiss on your cheek before he goes to gather his friends and head upstairs to his room. As you smile at how much your son has grown, Toji couldn’t help get more grumpy and irritated. Especially when he saw Megumi flash him a shit-eating grin before leaving the kitchen. You didn’t see it but boy, Toji did. He knew that grin from anywhere because when Megumi grins like that, he always looks like Toji no matter the nature of the shit-eating grin.

As Toji leaves you in the kitchen to let you continue making dinner, he freshens up in your shared bedroom. When he was done, he came out and was gonna join you. His hair is a little damp as he walks down the hall. Funny enough, Megumi just left his room and ran into him before Megumi could go down stairs and get some drinks.

“Oi, Megumi.”

Megumi looks up from his phone and blankly stares at his dad.

“What?”

“Listen Megumi, you didn’t have to straight up fucking cock block me like that to your mother.”

Megumi just hums and stares at him.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have if you have been successful. You didn’t have to do that to Mom. Plus, who’s fault was it that you continuously get caught? It’s definitely not me. Nor is it my problem. That’s a skill issue, Dad. Now excuse me, I need to get some drinks.” 

Megumi walks past Toji like he didn’t just scorch the hell out of his father. Toji’s mouth was agape as he stared at his son in disbelief. He sees Megumi’s figure disappear going down the stairs. Clicking his tongue, Toji mumbled under his breath.

“Little shit,” He says before he heads in the same direction.

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(A/N: Bro, I know the ending is rushed and short but I didn't really know how to end it. I like this work but I could make the ending a but better. I might edit this work later on when I get ideas.)

Thank you for you and hope you have a good day!

#x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #dad!toji #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujustsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader #reader insert #toji x y/n #x y/n #x female reader #fem reader

[audhd-nightwing]

batfamily ages

as of April 2024

alfred: August 16, 1943-2019 (died at 76)

bruce: February 19, 1979 (45)

babs: September 23, 1992 (31-32)

dick: March 20, 1995 (29)

cass: January 26, 2001 (23)

jason: August 16, 2001 (22-23)

tim: July 19, 2004 (19-20)

steph: August 11, 2004 (19-20)

duke: August 13, 2006 (17-18)

damian: ???, 2010 (13-14)

i tried to be as accurate as possible to canon but some stuff just. isn’t ever revealed. the birth DAYS are what is generally accepted as canon but the years/ages are mostly up to interpretation. also i have no fucking clue when damian was born so

#too many goddamn leos in this family smh #dcu #dc #batfamily #dc comics #batfam #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #barbara gordon #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian wayne #batman #batman comics

[thunderstruck9]

Helen Lundeberg (American, 1908-1999), Souvenir of Nevada, 1943. Oil on board, 11 x 7 1/2 in.

#Helen Lundeberg #american art #f

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 11 June 1943, Karl Gorath, a 20-year-old gay German nurse, was deported to the Auschwitz concentration camp. He was first arrested for homosexuality after being denounced by a jealous lover in 1939, and given a prison sentence. After his release he was sent to the Neuengamme concentration camp, where he was made to wear a pink triangle denoting LGBT+ prisoners. Working in the camp's health department, with some comrades he attempted to smuggle food to Russian prisoners, who were being starved to death. Their plan was discovered by the Nazis, who then sentenced Gorath to transportation to Auschwitz as a criminal and political prisoner, to be denoted with a red triangle. Despite contracting dysentery, he managed to survive the war and was released in 1945. But within a few months he was arrested again by West German authorities, who had kept the homophobic Nazi laws intact. His case was overseen by the same judge, who greeted him with the words "You are already here again!" and gave him the maximum sentence of five years. His lawyer requested that his time served in the concentration camps be counted as part of this, but his request was denied. After his release, because of his convictions he was unable to get a job for a decade. And when the time came to draw his pension, his years interned in concentration camps were deducted from his allowance, as were his unemployment payments. He died in 2003, having never received compensation for his treatment, unlike some other Holocaust survivors. He told his story in a 2000 documentary, "Paragraph 175", named after the relevant section of the penal code. This Pride month, check out our podcast series about LGBTQ history: https://workingclasshistory.com/tag/lgbtq/ https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=642169591289593&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

[carbone14]

Des observateurs scrutent le ciel depuis un fort maritime Maunsell dans l'estuaire de la Tamise - 19 novembre 1943

Photographe : Lieutenant Tanner

©Imperial War Museums – H 34542

La photo est prise depuis la tour d'éclairage pour le tir antiaérien. A l'arrière-plan on remarque les tours équipées de batteries antiaériennes.

Le fort Maunsell de Red Sands dans l'estuaire de la Tamise au nord des côtes du Kent - 20 août 2011

©Russss

#WWII #défenses côtières #coastal defences #défenses antiaériennes #anti-aircraft warfare #air defence #fortifications #forts maunsell #maunsell forts #tamise #thames #red sands #angleterre #england #grande-bretagne #great britain #19/11/1943 #11/1943 #1943 #20/08/2011 #08/2011 #2011

[disease]

"SURGICAL GLOVES ARE STERILISED AND DRIED ON STANDS" (CHURCHILL HOSPITAL) LEE MILLER | OXFORD, 1943 [platinum-palladium print | 11 x 10 ½"]

#lee miller #surrealism #surreal #film photography #analog #black and white #monochrome #hospital #oxford #modern art #40s #american #photography #u

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Backstage at Madison Square Garden, four participants in the Hollywood Bond Cavalcade Show horse around before they go on: Jose Iturbi (at piano), Lucille Ball, Harpo Marx, and Fred Astaire, September 11, 1943.

Photo: Associated Press

#vintage New York #1940s #World War II #bond drive #home front #Lucille Ball #Hollywood Bond Cavalcade #Fred Astaire #Jose Iturbi #Harpo Marx #September 11 #Madison Square Garden #11 September #Sept. 11 #11 Sept.

[philosophybits]

I regret that for external & internal reasons I can’t do philosophy, for that’s the only work that’s given me real satisfaction. No other work really bucks me up. I’m extremely busy now & my mind is kept occupied the whole time but at the end of the day I just feel tired & sad.

Ludwig Wittgenstein, "Letter to Norman Malcolm (11 September 1943)"

#philosophy #quotes #Ludwig Wittgenstein #Letter to Norman Malcolm #philosophers #thinking #inquiry

[peaceinthestorm]

Richard E. Miller (1875-1943, American) ~ A Gray Day, 1910-11

#richard e. miller #american art #tea in the garden #in the garden

[eretzyisrael]

Benjamin Ferencz was born on March 11, 1920, to a Jewish family in the Carpathian Mountains of Transylvania. He was only 10 months old when his family moved to the United States and settled in the Lower East Side. In 1943, Ferencz graduated from Harvard Law School and enlisted in the U.S. Army as America was preparing to invade France. He served under General Patton and was awarded 5 battle stars. Towards the end of WWII, Ferencz was appointed as a war crimes investigator in the newly established War Crimes Branch of the U.S. Army. He gathered proof of Nazi brutality to convict individuals of international war crimes. Ferencz was a first-hand witness of the atrocities committed by the Nazis and was among the U.S. forces that liberated several concentration camps.  When asked about what he had witnessed, Ferencz said, “My mind would not accept what my eyes saw. … I had peered into hell.” By the end of 1945, Ferencz returned to New York and was soon recruited by the U.S. Government to join the team for the Nuremberg Trials. At just 27 years old, Ferencz was appointed Chief Prosecutor in the Einsatzgruppen Trial, which is considered the biggest murder trial in history. Ferencz and his team were responsible for the convictions of 22 Nazi death squad commanders, guilty of genocidal war crimes and crimes against humanity and were charged with the murder of over one million people. Here is a photo from this time last year on his 103rd birthday, reminding us to “do something that you love.” 

Ferencz passed away just a few weeks later on April 7, 2023. May his memory be a blessing.

humansofjudaism

#Benjamin Ferencz #war crimes investigator #Einsatzgruppen Trial