#1520 carry on

[tongjingnian]

After Sam had a child, he went to Dean's cenotaph to drink with him (although he had been reluctant to give his brother a hunter's funeral for a long time, in the end, he gave in and let him go).

He got drunk at some point and started crying, regretting that he hadn't preserved Dean's body. He wanted to tear up his brother's grave, dig his brother's corpse out, and resurrect it, even though there was nothing in it. He thought about it and then actually started digging but eventually fell asleep because he was so tired and couldn't sleep well the whole time without Dean.

He started dreaming. They were back in their twenties, hunting demons - "just you and me against the world." There were no angels or demons, only the two of them driving the Impala down the street on an endless road trip on the burning asphalt road in the summer.

Then Dean died. Sam couldn't revive him. He woke up in a panic in the bunker and ran to his brother's room to check if he was still in one piece. Dean woke up to the sound of the door opening and asked Sammy what was wrong. Sam said that he dreamed that Dean was dead, then Dean assured him that it was not true and asked Sam to get into his bed and sleep with him. They ended up in the spoon position.

Sam fell asleep peacefully, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out that he had been sleeping, leaning on his brother's grave for a long time. He could still feel the dried tears on his face. But it was more like he had a sweet dream than lost the one he loved so deeply that it hurt because he hadn't been able to sleep deeply for a lifetime. Except for his stiff neck and aching waist from sleeping crookedly, it was all perfect. A year after Dean died, Sam rarely dreamed of his brother, so it was nice to be able to see him again no matter what.

Then he stood up and filled the hole he had dug yesterday with his feet because his hands were bleeding from digging. He didn't want the soil to look dirty from the blood (he's impure, he has to be) when refilling it. He patted Dean's tomb twice, looked at it for a while, then turned around and drove away.

Prompt: I dreamed that my lover was dead and cried to the point of breaking my heart. Then I woke up and found that it was just a dream. I lay on the bed, being patted on the back by my lover to comfort me. I shrank into his arms and held him while crying for a long time. Inexplicably, I felt that his body temperature was getting colder. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I had fallen asleep holding my lover's tombstone.

I'm bored cuz I'm on a trip but it's raining heavily outside, then I recall I wrote this thing yesterday and my friend literally cried over this so I decide to translate it into English and share it with you😉 bear with me if there are grammar errors, already run through grammarly but i doubt it's completely correct

& here's the original version i put on my sms if you wanna know:

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #established wincest #established relationship #spn 15x20 #post 1520 #carry on #not actually a fic i guess #just brief description #but i enjoy it #😉😉😉 #i wrote so many of these things in Chinese #i think i need to translate them ALL #i promise all of them are interesting

[clairity-org]

Unidentified Netherlandish artist, Christ Carrying the Cross, ca. 1510-1520, Oil on wood panel, 11/21/23 #legionofhonor by Sharon Mollerus

#fine art #Legion of Honor Museum #Oil on wood panel #Christ Carrying the Cross #ca. 1510-1520 #Unidentified Netherlandish artist #San Francisco #CA #flickr

[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

We should tell him

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

CW: Secret relationship, marking, creampie.

Word Count: 1520

Summary: Yunho is your brother Mingi’s best friend, they told each other everything, nothing was a secret between them...well...except your relationship with Yunho.

Part of StayTeez Trope’pril

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With a hand on the back of your neck, and a hand pinned to your hip, your body comes colliding with the wall. Being flush against it with Yunho in front of you, the heat radiating off his body as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, pleading for entrance but you can’t help but giggle into the kiss.

“You know, he’ll kill you if he comes home and catches us.”

“Then you’ll have to keep quiet in case he does.” Yunho hums, slipping your shirt over your head, his hands slowly running down your torso, mapping out every curve of your body. Right now he couldn’t give two shits if your brother came home, he’d be able to deal with the consequences but right now he needed to feel every inch of you. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin, the combination of Yunho’s warm touch and the risk of your brother finding out about your secret relationship was thrilling to say the least.

Yunho’s hands run down from your waist, settling at the back of your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing, carrying you the few steps to the bed before dropping you onto the mattress. He tears away his own shirt and despite seeing him shirtless many times the sight never fails to take your breath away.

With a smirk plastered on his face, he makes quick work of removing the rest of your clothing, throwing the garments in all directions leaving them scattered around your room before stripping himself.

He takes a moment to marvel at your naked form sprawled out in front of him. Crawling on top of you his eyes pierce yours, lust spilling from them as he thinks over what he'd like to do to you first. But time wasn't on his side, as much as he'd love to keep you under him for as long as possible, he knew he had to make this quick.

His hands lightly trail down your torso and brush along your thigh before his fingers settle on your sensitive nub. You were already soaked and Yunho found himself grinning from the fact he’d got you this worked up even though he barely touched you.

“Yunho.” You whimper, holding onto his wrist. “Please just fuck me.”

“Are you sure you can take it baby?” His tone was teasing but his question was genuine, he didn’t want to go straight in if it meant it would cause you pain or discomfort.

“I’m a big girl, I can take it.” You smirk, wiggling your hips at him slightly. The low groan he let out was almost inaudible, his head dropping back as he tried to compose himself. 

With a sort of needy force, Yunho grabs your ankles, throwing your legs around his waist as he lowers himself down to you, his tip teasing at your entrance. Your needy squirming only made him want to tease you even more, he wanted you to beg and plead for him but the look in your eye already had him on the edge.

He sank into you slowly and carefully, easing you into the stretch that had already rendered you breathless. He kissed you through it and lightly ran his hands along your waist soothing you. A shaky moan fell from his lips as he bottomed out, staying still for a while to let you adjust.

You took full advantage of his stillness, latching your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. You could feel his muscles tense above you, his hands gripping your waist and his eyes fluttering closed as he tilts his head a little to give you more room and a harmony of sighs and moans fill your ears the more you worked him up.

Waiting became too much for him at this point. He could feel how tight your walls were around him and it was driving him to the point of insanity. He started to slowly thrust into you but the friction of that alone had his mind spiralling, the much needed feeling of pleasure got to his head.

“Shit, I’m sorry baby at this rate I’m not gonna last to long, I’ll make it up to you though...promise.” He says shooting you a wink before the ruthless thrusts began. 

If Mingi was to get home at that moment he’d know instantly what was going on in your bedroom, the way the bed was creaking, your desperate moans that you tried to hide and the loud sound of skin slapping skin as Yunho fucked you into next week would have painted him a very detailed picture. 

Your nails were digging into any part of Yunho’s flesh you could grab onto and his hands gripped your thighs brusingly as he used them to keep his balance. Your release hit you suddenly and like a ton of bricks, your back arching off the bed and your shaky legs tightening around his waist.

His moans matched yours as your walls tightened around him, taking his pleasure to a whole new height. His pace got sloppy as his own high got closer and with a final harsh thrust and a long low moan, Yunho flopped on top of you, his hips only slightly moving as he rode out his high. 

You both had a short moment enjoying your post sex cuddles, your fingers running through his slightly damp hair and his arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face in your chest.

“We’d better get cleaned up, I don’t think he’s home yet.” Yunho mumbles into your chest and sighing before reluctantly getting off you.

 He was right, Mingi wasn’t home yet and that gave you both a chance to get cleaned up and dressed like nothing happened. With everything around you looking normal you both took your seats on either end of the couch. When Mingi walked through the front door you and Yunho were met with his confused face.

“Yunho, what are you doing here?” 

“He turned up around 10 minutes ago looking for you, I invited him in since I knew you weren’t going to be too long.” You smile, internally high fiving yourself for thinking up an excuse that quick. Mingi nods, oblivious to why Yunho was really there and took a seat between the tow of you. 

For a while Mingi and Yunho talked like they usually do, about anything and everything, while you sat quietly scrolling on your phone listening in to their conversation here and there, but there was one part that got your attention a little too much.

“Bro, are those hickeys?” Mingi asks pointing to the dark purple blotches you’d left on Yunho not even an hour ago. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, your heart hammering in your chest so hard you could hear it. Your pleading eyes find Yunho’s calm ones and you wonder how the hell he could stay so calm after being asked a question like that.

“Oh, yeah, I met a girl last night and one thing led to another and..” He shrugged gathering Mingi could put the pieces of the puzzle together himself and in typical bro manner Mingi gave Yunho a congratulatory high five.

“Is she hot, I need to know the details.” Yunho shot you a sneaky look over Mingi’s shoulder. He couldn’t deny his best friend the dirty details of his escapades.

“She’s very hot, a real freak too.” He smirks, his eyes not leaving you. You were sweating at this point, Yunho was playing a dangerous game and even though Mingi wasn’t that sharpest you were sure he’d be able to crack something like this. 

Yunho continued to give Mingi the dirty details, practically reliving what happened an hour ago and the many times you’d slept together before. You were now hiding behind your phone trying to hide the blush that started to creep onto your face.

“Damn, y/n you hearing this?” Mingi asks amazed over his best friend’s colourful sex life.

“Yeah, she sounds like a hoot.” You reply as nonchalantly as you could.

“Oh trust me, she is.” Yunho smirks, his eyes burning into your own.

“Well I need a drink after all that, you guys want one?” Mingi asks you both before getting up. You both take up his offer and watch as he walks off into the kitchen. You take this opportunity to slide over to Yunho.

“When do we tell him?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper not wanting to risk Mingi even catching a whiff of what you were saying.

“Don’t you worry about it baby, I got this all under control, but I’m afraid we may need to wait a little longer to tell him we’re together, especially now that I’ve just spilled every detail of our sex life to him.” He giggles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re on thin ice for that Yunho.” You lightly threaten, trying to look pissed but failing miserably since his smile melts you every time.

“Well I guess I have two things to make up for now don’t I?”

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[beardedmrbean]

TOKYO -- A Japanese spacecraft touched down on the moon early Saturday, making Japan the fifth country to reach the lunar surface. But officials said they still needed to analyze the pinpoint accuracy of the landing.

Hitoshi Kuninaka, head of the Institute of Space and Astronautical Science, said they believe that rovers were launched and data were being transmitted back to Earth. But there could an issue with the power supply.

The Smart Lander for Investigating Moon, or SLIM, landed at about 12:20 a.m. Tokyo time on Saturday (1520 GMT Friday). Japan follows the United States, the Soviet Union, China and India in reaching the moon.

THIS IS A BREAKING NEWS UPDATE. AP’s earlier story follows below.

Japan’s spacecraft arrived on the surface of the moon early Saturday, but it wasn’t immediately clear if the landing was a success, because the Japanese space agency said it was still “checking its status.”

More details about the spacecraft, which is carrying no astronauts, would be given at a news conference, officials said. If the Smart Lander for Investigating Moon, or SLIM, landed successfully, Japan would become the fifth country to accomplish the feat after the United States, the Soviet Union, China and India.

SLIM came down onto the lunar surface at around 12:20 a.m. Tokyo time Saturday (1520 GMT Friday).

As the spacecraft descended, the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency's mission control said that everything was going as planned and later said that SLIM was on the lunar surface. But there was no mention of whether the landing was successful.

Mission control kept repeating that it was “checking its status" and that more information would be given at a news conference. It wasn't immediately clear when the news conference would start.

SLIM, nicknamed "the Moon Sniper," started its descent at midnight Saturday, and within 15 minutes it was down to about 10 kilometers (six miles) above the lunar surface, according to the space agency, which is known as JAXA.

At an altitude of five kilometers (three miles), the lander was in a vertical descent mode, then at 50 meters (165 feet) above the surface, SLIM was supposed to make a parallel movement to find a safe landing spot, JAXA said.

About a half-hour after its presumed landing, JAXA said that it was still checking the status of the lander.

SLIM, which was aiming to hit a very small target, is a lightweight spacecraft about the size of a passenger vehicle. It was using “pinpoint landing” technology that promises far greater control than any previous moon landing.

While most previous probes have used landing zones about 10 kilometers (six miles) wide, SLIM was aiming at a target of just 100 meters (330 feet).

The project was the fruit of two decades of work on precision technology by JAXA.

The mission's main goal is to test new landing technology that would allow moon missions to land “where we want to, rather than where it is easy to land,” JAXA has said. If the landing was a success, the spacecraft will seek clues about the origin of the moon, including analyzing minerals with a special camera.

The SLIM, equipped with a pad to cushion impact, was aiming to land near the Shioli crater, near a region covered in volcanic rock.

The closely watched mission came only 10 days after a moon mission by a U.S. private company failed when the spacecraft developed a fuel leak hours after the launch.

SLIM was launched on a Mitsubishi Heavy H2A rocket in September. It initially orbited Earth and entered lunar orbit on Dec. 25.

Japan hopes a success will help regain confidence for its space technology after a number of failures. A spacecraft designed by a Japanese company crashed during a lunar landing attempt in April, and a new flagship rocket failed its debut launch in March.

JAXA has a track record with difficult landings. Its Hayabusa2 spacecraft, launched in 2014, touched down twice on the 900-meter-long (3,000-foot-long) asteroid Ryugu, collecting samples that were returned to Earth.

Experts say a success of SLIM's pinpoint landing, especially on the moon, would raise Japan's profile in the global space technology race.

Takeshi Tsuchiya, aeronautics professor at the Graduate School of Engineering at the University of Tokyo, said it was important to confirm the accuracy of landing on a targeted area for the future of moon explorations.

“It is necessary to show the world that Japan has the appropriate technology in order to be able to properly assert Japan's position in lunar development,” he said. The moon is important from the perspective of explorations of resources, and it can also be used as a base to go to other planets, like Mars, he said.

SLIM is carrying two small autonomous probes — lunar excursion vehicles LEV-1 and LEV-2, which will be released just before landing.

LEV-1, equipped with an antenna and a camera, is tasked with recording SLIM's landing. LEV-2, is a ball-shaped rover equipped with two cameras, developed by JAXA together with Sony, toymaker Tomy and Doshisha University.

JAXA will broadcast a livestream of the landing, while space fans will gather to watch the historic moment on a big screen at the agency's Sagamihara campus southwest of Tokyo.

#nunyas news #7th country not the 5th #US #russia #china #EU #Isreal #india #and now japan #unless we don't count hard landings

[koredzas]

Moretto da Brescia - Christ Carrying the Cross. 1518 - 1520

#art #renaissance #moretto da brescia #il moretto #alessandro bonvicino #christ carrying the cross #devoted

[ltwilliammowett]

Ship terminology

I thought I'd take you on a little trip into the world of ship terminology but in summary form.

The word ship itself comes from the Anglo-Saxon scip or the Gothic skip, both meaning boat. But there is also a distinction, because when we say boat we mean a small vessel without decks that is or can be transported on a ship.

At the back is the stern and at the front is the bow with the head, the ship's toilet and the figurehead.

From Greek and Roman antiquity until long after the Grand Armada of 1588, warships carried soldiers accustomed to conducting sieges on land as an offensive force. The soldier on land felt secure in his castle, even though a castle is essentially for defence, and When one went to sea to fight battles, warships had to be equipped with castles. In fact, there were two self-contained castles in each ship, one forward and one aft, known as the forecastle and the aftercastle. From these castles, soldiers fired slingshots, longbows and crossbows. These castles almost disappeared with the advent of muzzle-loading cannons, as the weight was too great. This is almost recognizable in the galleons of the late 16th-early 17th century. Where the forecastle was only one deck high and the aftercastle still quite high. The name forecastle has survived over the years, albeit often in a shortened spelling and always abbreviated in pronunciation, the famous fo'c'sle.

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In the course of the 17th century, the afercastle became the quarterdeck, the officers' quarter, on which the wheel was located from 1740. Before that, the whipstaff was located slightly below and not on the maindeck. If there was a cabin on the quarterdeck and a deck above it, it was called the poop deck.

Between the forecastle and the aftercastle was a large area called the waist, which was open until the early 19th century. century, exposing the gun deck below. This gave sailors quicker access to the guns and reduced the ship's weight. From 1805 onwards, it became more and more standard to close the deck and this became a whole upper deck or maindeck, with accesses and vents that were covered with gratings.

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In between were the gundecks with the great cabin and the wardroom and the berth deck with the gunroom, the places where the guns and crew lived. Under this was the orlop deck, which was an ideal storage area and at the same time a recreation room for some of the ship's crew. Since the deck did not have to be cleared or converted during combat operations, cabins and rooms placed here were permanent and could even be locked. This was also the place where the surgeon could be found.  

At the bottom is the hold, the area where the ballast was stored and the barrels with the supplies. On the side of the ship were large square recesses, the gunports, which have existed since the 1520s, from which the guns were fired.

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The masts, often three (mizzenmast, mainmast and foremast) from the 16th century onwards, often carried a platform. These were known as tops, which were placed halfway up the masts to provide a point of attachment for various rigging and to serve as a fighting platform; the topmen, the hands that worked at the top, were the most nimble of sailors and were considered the crème de la crème of sailors.

Before the invention of the rudder in the 12th century, a ship was steered with a long oar or sweep fitted over the stern on the right or steer board side of the ship. The Norse were the first to use a single oar; Greek and Roman ships had two steering oars, often connected and controlled by a tiller. It is not known why the Vikings had chosen the starboard side; their choice, however, became universal.

In the course of time the term steerboard changed to starboard; it has no connection at all with stars. It was found awkward to put a ship alongside a jetty on the side this oar was shipped. By preference ships were put alongside starboard side outboard. A plank was put across from shore to ship, and over it stores were embarked. This plank or board was called the ladeboard or loadboard, later larboard. There was doubtless much confusion over the use of the terms larboard and starboard, but after 1580 there was a way out. The French with their high ships' sides devised a shortcut to handling cargo: they cut a loading door or ports its in the ship's  side- known as port side. If you go near the direction towards the back it is aft and towards the front it is foreward. 

#naval history #ship terminology #just a short overview #ancient seafaring #medieval seafaring #age of discovery #age of sail

[j-ellyfish]

I confuse, is hungary live with austria when austria still marriage with spain. In one episode we see spain ask austria to swap romano and italy (indicated they still married). But other episode italy voice is suddenly change when he is sing, we can see austria with hungary

Yes, Hungary worked as a servant during Spain and Austria's marriage as well.

Spain and Austria's wedding should've taken place sometime between 1519 and 1520 (Charles V was crowned emperor of HRE in 1519, which led to the merging of Spanish and Austrian territories under the same empire).

Merely 6 years later, in 1526, the Habsburg also took control of Hungary. This is canon and was mentioned by Hima in Volume 3:

I think it was also a footnote in the anime adaptation of this scene but I'm not super sure it was carried over, maybe it wasn't.

I believe the scene when Italy's voice changes is set after SpAus divorce (1700~1714), most likely sometime before 1740, because by the 1740s it seems Feli was already a teen as shown in the strip about the War of Austria Succession:

Austria and Hungary weren't married yet, but they indeed still/already lived together, as it pretty much was the case from 1526 to 1918 (they married in 1867).

#ask #aph hungary #aph spain #aph austria #aph italy #hetalia #aph lore #hetalia lore #aaaa I think I made a tag for this sort of posts/asks at some point but I forgot what it was #aph official #aph manga #aph prussia #ary spoke #analysis.txt

[fluffyprettykitty]

Diplomatic

Pairing: Yelena Belova x wife spy reader

Word Count: 1520 words

Outline: After a mission gone wrong where you end up captured by the authorities, your wife - notorious vigilante, Yelena comes and rescues you.

Warnings: mild canon-type violence, weapons, implied smut.

Author’s Note: Based on a request here. Nothing in this fic is accurate, don't take this as a European guide, mostly based on my vast acknowledgment of a map.

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Yelena Belova Masterlist

It was a beautiful morning the day you got married to Yelena, in an off-shore white chapel surrounded by seagulls and sea waves. It was beautiful and enthralling to finally hold the woman of your dreams and walk with her on the path of life, exchanging vows of eternal love. Your life was just as hectic as hers or even more so. You had long been a spy, trained from your youth to serve your country so naturally, you had met Yelena, the short blonde woman full of ambition and sarcasm at an open field while she was trying to outwit you. In the end, you won, and together you made a perfect team. 

Yelena pulled you away from the spy life and into the magnificent world of a freelance vigilante. After this, you both started working together, doing the good old shooting, maiming, and battling together and soon your feelings for one another came to light. With a sealed kiss one night on a forgotten beach, you became one and thus inseparable. 

Notoriously, the pair of you had become quite well known amongst the circles of assassins and vigilantes across Europe and all of the world. There wasn’t a single authoritative place where your pictures weren’t up with big red signs saying ‘Dangerous, proceed with caution.’ There was a hefty bounty for whoever could get information on you but you were both much smarter than that. 

Sometimes you liked showing up just to lead people into a merry chase and forcing them to waste their resources like this. Yelena and you did share the same sense of humor. And tricking people was always funny and just. Wasn’t really your fault if people were gullible like that. 

Now it has been five months since your honeymoon ended and you were both on different missions across Europe. Not something that you did often but you did always choose places that were close enough to one another. Often you took hits from the dark internet, assassinating rapists and pedophiles. 

As for this particular mission, you were in the northern part of Croatia while Yelena was in the mountainside of Italy. Your mission was supposed to be easy. Take one piece of antique jewelry that carries hidden instructions for a new chemical solution. It should have been easy, it should have been a break-in and take kind of thing but nothing seemed to be working for you that day. From the moment when you woke up, on the wrong train you took to the weirdest old factory you had ever come across. 

Once inside, you make your moves slowly, descending from the outer metal ladder down to the basement, that’s where your intel showed you where the piece of jewelry was. Long forgotten and well hidden. But what you didn’t expect was the gas that started fuelling the room the minute your combat boots hit the concrete ground.

Quickly you pulled up your mask, trying to secure your face and not inhale anything but the gas was new secret technology. One millisecond, one inhale and you were out. You passed out with your hand on the necklace without even realizing what happened. 

A couple of hours later you woke up, securely tied to a chair, and a pair of powerful metal handcuffs on your wrists. Two people dressed in black tactical gear were staring at you, each carrying many weapons and knives. The room was small and there were blinds on the window next to you. Looks like an interrogation room of sorts. 

“Welcome to Interpol.” The sound of a man followed by a door closing behind jolted you awake and you tilt your head to look at him. 

“That doesn’t look very welcoming.” You crack out a joke shaking the heavy handcuffs and trying to move your cuffed legs. 

“Is the best I can do under these circumstances.” 

“What kind of circumstances, officer? If you are an officer.”

“For you, I can be.”

“Very well.”

“The ones where you are a very dangerous criminal that I refuse to allow to escape.”

“I can assure you I would never do that.” 

“If only I could trust you.”

You chuckle and wink at him, sitting back in your chair. 

“Am I allowed a lawyer?”

“One will be provided as the law states.”

“Cool, hope they are good.”

“For your sake, I would hope so too. “

You stifle back into your chair, and very soon the person you had been waiting for arrives, introduces herself to you, and settles down.  After the lawyer has arrived you remain silent as per her instructions and the officer tries to reach some sort of deal for you. What they are more interested in is where Yelena is and where you keep all the money. Pretty typical stuff but nothing scares you. You have all done this before, on both sides of the law. 

Next up is traveling you from Croatia all the way to Luxemburg, to the Court of Justice. There were heavy chains on your arms and your legs, the lawyer sitting next to you, and five soldiers armed to the brink with heavy weapons securing you. 

But it came as no surprise to you when you heard the familiar sound of car tires stopping. Followed by one loud thump and the beginning of the overturning of the army truck. The truck stopped as the soldiers got prepared for the impact and the intrusion. Secure in your position and with a slight smirk on the curls of your lips you sit there in anticipation knowing what will come next. She truly couldn’t stay away from you for a long time. 

Yelena’s favorite toy.  A bazooka, one shot, and a hole were now evident at the back doors of the truck. The soldiers immediately get in position sealing you with their bodies but you stay still as you watch one after the other fall to the ground. Followed by the lawyer, two can play the game. Yelena had used the same exact gas that they had caught you with. You knew very well she had made sure how it would be. Yelena hated being outwitted by anyone. 

You watch her as she secures the bazooka on her back and struts towards it with the confidence of a woman who just messed up the whole world. In her gloved hands, she is holding the necklace you were after, shaking it gloating for you. 

“Sorry for being so late, I had another tiny job to do first.” You roll your eyes and sigh. 

“A little help if your majesty wouldn’t mind.” You tell her pointing at the chains with your eyes and she chuckles putting the necklace in the pockets of her gear. 

“A little demanding aren’t we?” She tilted her head. ”Maybe I like seeing you all tied up. Ever thought of that?”

“Maybe that’s precisely what I have been thinking and I wish the current situation was much different.”

“Alright, very very cool.” She nods positively as she comes closer to you and with a laser knife starts cutting off the chains.

“Be careful, it might sting a little.” 

“I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“Aw, sentimental, aren’t we?”

“Just a little bit.”

With a thud, the chains drop to the ground and Yelena helps you off your seat. She quickly checks in to ensure there are no bugs or other secret weapons on you and then leads you to her motorcycle.

The truth is you both were prepared for something like this, you had bought a cabin in an obscure Lithuanian small town a couple of months back where you had a large sum of the money you both had acquired during your vigilante work. You knew where she was taking you and you knew the trip would be relatively long. She secures the helmet on your head kissing your lips as she does so, the seal of a promise made long ago. She turns around and revs up the engine. It would be a long day and an even longer night. 

By the time you arrived in Lithuania, it was well past midnight and you were both tired and hungry. But you had each other and that’s all you cared about. Sleepily Yelena tapped at your shoulder while you were parking the motorcycle. The cabin was small and had only necessities but you could never need anything more than each other. You give her a sheepish kiss on her cheek and then go to the kitchen searching for some food. 

Then Yelena is taking a shower while you are cooking spaghetti on the pot and the night seems still, domestic, like a normal life for a change. It doesn’t take you too long to settle in this domestic bliss, cooking, cleaning, and sleeping together. Watching tv shows and complaining about the smallest things. There is plenty of money around and even though you have everything under surveillance, it doesn’t take too much for the thrill of adventure to overwhelm you both once again.

After all what was life if not one big game?

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[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Today in Christian History

Today is Friday, August 18th, 2023. It is the 230th day of the year (231st in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar; 135 days remain until the end of the year.

330: [date derived from her feast day and coins bearing her image] Death in Nicomedia of Empress Helena, mother of Constantine, who had supposedly discovered the true cross on which Christ died, and who had founded many churches in Palestine.

1520: Publication of Luther’s address To the Christian Nobility of the German Nation. It calls the laity, as spiritual priests, to carry out the reformation neglected by the pope and the established church.

1752: Agapius of Thessalonica, an Orthodox monk and priest, after a life of active service for the Jerusalem church, is tortured to death by Janissaries while returning to his birthplace.

1917: Cameron Townsend sets off from home to do mission work. He will found Wycliffe Bible Translators and the Summer Institute of Linguistics.

1918: Death of American theologian and educator William Porcher DuBose, professor at the University of the South in Sewanee, Tennessee.

1944: Death of John Sung, outstanding Christian missionary in China and Southeast Asia.

[maertyrer]

Pseudo Jan Wellens de Cock Saint Christopher carrying the Christ Child in an extensive river landscape

Oil on oak panel, 32.5 x 46.9 cm, 1520s-30s

#pseudo jan wellens de cock #saint #christopher #martyr #christ child #16th century #renaissance

[thebeautifulbook]

THE SFORZA HOURS (1490-1520) is one of the finest surviving Renaissance manuscripts. It is a Book of Hours — a volume designed for private use, containing the prayers and offices to be said at eight times of the day allotted by the church for prayers. The pages are small, designed to be carried by the owner.

The lavish decorations were painted in two stages: the first around 1490 for Bona Sforza, widow of Galeazzo Sforza, Duke of Milan, and the second for her nephew's widow, Margaret of Austria, Regent of the Netherlands, who inherited the manuscript in 1504. Giovan Pietro Birago, Bona Sforza's miniaturist, had completed and delivered part of the book when a substantial part of the remainder was stolen, never to be returned. Thirty years later, Margaret of Austria commissioned Gerard Horenbout to paint 16 additional miniatures to fill the gaps.

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[catalinadearagonsblog]

In 1517 an obscure German priest and academic, Martin Luther, set Europe ablaze with his Ninety-Five Theses protesting against the corruption of the Catholic Church. The Pope declared Luther a heretic, but his writings spread rapidly thanks to the printing press.

Not to be outdone, Henry VIII reacted by writing his own rebuttal in his Defence of the Seven Sacraments, which called for Catholics to reject such heretical views. John Foxe later wrote that although the book carried the king’s name, ‘yet it was another that administered the motion, another that framed the style’. Luther himself objected to the book on the grounds that it was not written by Henry, blaming Wolsey for its existence. It is possible that Wolsey, More or even John Fisher contributed to the final work, although as early as 1517 Henry had been composing his thoughts before sharing them with his advisers. With her education and intelligence, it is difficult to believe he did not discuss the matter with Catherine.

In 1521, Pope Leo X awarded Henry the title of Fidei Defensor, or Defender of the Faith. Wolsey presented the king with the papal bull, with a speech drawing on the observations of John Clerk, Henry’s ambassador to Rome, who had initially presented Leo with the work. It had been ‘beautiful to hear with what exultation the Pope and Cardinals broke out in praise of Henry, declaring that no one could have composed a better antidote to the poison of heresy’. With ‘great eloquence’, Henry had ‘completely refuted Luther by reason, Scripture and the authority of the fathers … and shown an example to Christian princes’. To make the point at home, Luther’s works were publicly burned at St Paul’s Cross, London, Oxford and Cambridge.

Amy Licence, Catherine of Aragon: An Intimate Life of Henry VIII's True Wife

In 1523 a Spanish confessor of the Queen, Alfonso de Villa Sancta, wrote two anti-Protestant reform treatises Problema Indulgentiarum Aduersus Lutherum and De libero arbitrio aduersus Melanchthonem at Catherine’s request and dedicated to her. It would seem that she formed a willing part of the literary crusade launched against Martin Luther throughout Europe in the early 1520s. Villa Sancta gave Catherine the title Fidei Defensor. It is clear that prior to his break with the Roman Church in 1533, Henry VIII was willing to work with his first wife in denouncing Lutheran ideas.

#catherine of aragon #katherine of aragon #catalina de aragon #henry viii #martin luther

[kultofathena]

Ádám Bodorics – Ebony Grip Hidden Tang Messer

This beautifully balanced and custom-crafted Messer by specialist swordsmith Ádám Bodorics feels like a natural extension of the hand and its well-tempered and sharp blade slices quickly, cleanly and decisively. The guard and riveted nagel are of steel and the grip is finely carved from smoothly polished fine ebony wood which is directly riveted to the blade tang. The sword is matched with a wood-core scabbard which is lavishly embellished with steel fittings in a landsknecht inspired style. A hanging chain and belt loops allows for it to be worn on the belt. Below are Ádám’s own thoughts on his custom creation:

The large variance in Messers and related sidearms make them a great medium for experimentation and theoretical designs. With this ebony-hilted piece, I intended to create something completely new based on sources mainly from between 1520-1540. In the 16th century, knifelike sidearms undergo several changes, one of them being the increasing regularity of hidden tangs. Illustrations from the period sometimes show rather complex grip shapes that would be complicated with a full-tang construction, but a hidden or a frame tang makes them much more trivial. In this case, I went for a hidden tang and a one-piece ebony grip.

The light, curved blade is ground from 51crv4 high-carbon steel and is heat-treated to 50-52 HrC. While the shape favors cutting and slicing, the tip is subtly reinforced. The spine visibly thickens in the last few milimeters, and the edge angle gets a bit more obtuse. I spotted this detail first on a heavily curved Kriegsmesser from the Kunsthistorisches Museum, but I noticed it elsewhere as well since. The proper tang is relatively short, not an uncommon detail on 16th century specimens.

The short cross with it’s finials is based on a pair of illustrations by Monogramist HD from 1545, and so is the approximate shape of the Nagel. The cross is slid down along the blade and is affixed in place by the triple-fullered, hand-forged and filed Nagel. The most striking part of the Messer is the grip carved and filed from a single piece of Gabon ebony including a shape following pommel type CC2. This is the most theoretical part as well. If we define CC2 pommels as having a complex bottom profile (as opposed to the simple curve of type CC1), then there are plenty of illustrations showing non-metal grip ends matching the type, from Dürer, Beham, etc. If we limit the definition to the somewhat architectural type done by Sumersperger and the makers of several early 16th century pieces, then we even have an existing piece where the shape is part of the organic grip, all the way back in the late 13th century (NDK-1123-2, shown in Cahiers LandArc 2017 N24, pg2). The swirl of the “beak” is present on several sources as well, from a very basic version by Hans Sebald Beham’s “Peasant at the marketplace” through a richly decorated swirl painted by Lucas Cranach the Elder in “Judith with the head of Holofernes” all the way to the dizzying all-metal Kriegsmesser by Melchior Diefstetter in Vienna. I aimed at a relatively simple shape that would be still above the one on the Beham woodcut.

The scabbard is based on the already-mentioned illustrations by Monogramist HD. It has a wooden core, a black leather cover and several steel fittings. The largest of said fittings emulate the puff&slash fashion of the time. This detail is found on surviving scabbards of the period, not just in art. The suspension is by a length of handmade mild steel chain and a metal belt loop as in the inspiring illustration. Monogramist HD shows both Messers in a right-side, edge-up carry position – as this is without parallel in the period, I set the scabbard up for a more conventional, left-side, edge-down carry position.

#Kult of Athena #KultOfAthena #New item Wednesday #Ádám Bodorics #Adam Bodorics #Ebony Grip Hidden Tang Messer #Messers #sword #swords #weapon #weapons #blade #blades #European Swords #European Weapons #Medieval Swords #Medieval Weapons #Renaissance Swords #renaissance Weapons #16th century #6150 High Carbon Steel #Battle ready

[koredzas]

Moretto da Brescia - Christ Carrying the Cross. Detail. 1518 - 1520

#art detail #moretto da brescia #il moretto #angels

[justahawkinsgirl]

The morning you woke up

Summary: You don’t let Eddie face the demo-bats alone. But he still gets hurt as he saves you.

Tw: bl00d, hospital, wounds

Word count: 1520

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As Dustin was climbing up to your Hawkins you had already seen the change of heart in Eddie’s eyes.

He was staring at his bedroom door that would break in a few seconds.

You knew he would stand his ground one day. You just wish it wasn’t today. But here you were.

And there was no chance you would let him fight those monsters alone.

As soon as Dustin falls upon the mattress you grab your spear tighter and cut the sheets in the middle. One part falls on the mattress here while Dustin catches the other one.

“What did you do?” Eddie grabbed your shoulders making you look at him.

You shake his hands of you, gently, so you can grab his hand. “I know what you are thinking. And I also know you are too stubborn to try and change your mind. You’re not doing this alone.”

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Dustin’s shrieky voice calls to you.

“You stay put! I don’t want Steve trying to kill me.” You order the boy before pulling Eddie with you. “And if we want a chance of survival we should get moving.”

You both grab a bike outside and try to get as far away from the trailer as possible.

“Come and get us you sons of bitches!” Eddie calls to the bats as they start following you.

After a few metres you abandon the bikes and you start to run. Eddie following you but he slows down and turns around to the cloud if bats swarming above your bikes.

“Eddie?” He turns back to you. His eyes sad and apologetic.

You see the fight inside Eddie’s mind before he gets a more confident smile on his face. “No more running.”

You look past him to the bats, remembering what you’d said to him before this all started.

“Whatever happens, I’ve got your back.”

You look back at him, nodding. “I’m right behind you.” You ground yourself as one bat alarms the rest and the bats come flying at you.

Everything went as okay as it could be until Eddie threw himself in front of you as one of bats had his eye on your side. As he pushes you away with his weight you lose your balance and fall on your hip.

You grit your teeth at the pain. “Eddie.” You try to stand up as the bat grits his little teeth in Eddie’s side. The other bats start falling to the ground. Eddie gives the bat on his side hit to the head and it also drops to ground.

“Are they…are they dead?” You look around at all the bats on the ground.

“I think so.” Eddie pants turning around to you. “You okay?”

Before you could say or do anything, Eddie’s knees buckled and he too fell to the ground.

You push yourself onto your knees and crawl over to him. Ignoring the hurt in you hip.

“Eddie?” You reach out to push his jacket away from his side. Your hands are hovering above his wound as Dustin comes running to you.

“Y/N!” His voice breaks the silence. “Eddie!” The boy halts next to you and Eddie. “Shit.”

You look up to see him looking at the wound on Eddie’s side.

“It’s okay.” You say, more to yourself. “It’ll be okay.”

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie smiles, even though the pain is evident in his face.

“No,” Dustin chuckles teary. “You didn’t run.”

“Good.”

You hear footsteps coming from behind you. You turn around to see Steve, Robin and Nancy running to you.

“Steve!” You call him. “Steve! You have to carry him.”

Steve sits down beside you, a hand on your shoulder. “Holy shit, you okay, dude?”

Eddie chuckles, a pained groan escaping his lips. “Yeah, great.”

“Hold on.” Steve gently pushes you and Dustin away to, with the help of Nancy, put Eddie on his back.

Robin helps you up. You grip tightens around her as pain shoots through you leg. “Dustin.” She waves the boy over. “Grab her arm.”

The boy takes your arm to lay it around his shoulder. Robin does the same.

You were all able to get back in Eddie’s trailer without more wounds.

You got Eddie to a hospital where they were shocked to see you all covered in gore and blood bring in number one most wanted criminal in Hawkins.

Some doctors took care of your own wounds as you had to wait as they looked at Eddie’s wounds and at Max’s.

The girl had barely survived this night.

Nancy suggested that she could talk to Owens to ask him to scrap Eddie’s name of the case. And you thanked her as you hugged her tightly.

It took hours before you and the others were allowed to go to Eddie and Max.

They said they had put Eddie in a coma so he wouldn’t feel much pain. Were you happy? Not at all. But they said it would heal the wound faster so you didn’t argue. You also hadn’t got the power in you to actually talk with people other than the group.

For two days and two nights you sat beside Eddie, not leaving his side.

His uncle came every morning and afternoon, he was the one to tell you that Eddie wasn’t a criminal anymore.

You thanked the others silently for doing that.

Sometimes you went to check up on Max, who had her own room a few doors next to Eddie’s. Lucas was also by her side almost 24/24. Accompanied with Erica most of the time.

She could say all she wanted but she would do absolutely anything for her brother.

The morning of the third day you awoke by fingers tapping lightly on your head.

You don’t open your eyes, thinking it was Steve or Robin, but move your hand to your head to slap away the fingers.

The person chuckles and in mere seconds you bolt up.

You know that chuckle, your eyes meet the dark brown ones of Eddie “Good morning to you too.” He chuckles as you stare at him with teary eyes

“Stops staring and come here.” He opens his arms for you to fall in.

If it were for you, you would’ve stayed there the whole day but the doctors wanted to check up on his vitals

As they came out they told you he healed much faster than forseen

You probably could take him home this afternoon

Around noon they gave you a phone to call Eddie’s uncle to come pick you up. Wayne came as quickly as possible.

As soon as he saw his nephew standing upwards, still leaning against you for balance though, he ran up to him to give him a crushing hug. He drove you to the Hawkins High gym where everyone who’s house was destroyed stayed at

The trailer park was taken down as the 4 gates had opened and Eddie’s uncle stayed here to sleep.

As you came in, Eddie leaning on your shoulders, a scream alarmed you.

You look around to see Dustin running at you and tackling Eddie almost to the ground.

“Whoa, Henderson!” Eddie laughs putting his arms around the boy.

You let them be and walk over to Steve. “Since you’ve called that he’s up I had to almost bind that kid to the wall in order to keep him here.” Steve grins as you stand beside him.

“It’s not over yet. Is it?” You lower your voice as you ask it.

Steve stops what he’s doing to give you a sad look. “I don’t know how much you’ve already seen of Hawkins. But it doesn’t look good.”

You nod, letting your gaze go to Robin who was laughing with her crush, Vickie. To Eddie and Dustin that were already being…well, themselves. And back to Steve.

“Way the more reason to enjoy now.”

He nods, smiling down at you. “Yeah. Who knows what’ll come.”

“Y/N!” You turn your head to Eddie who was trying to walk, alone, to you.

You get up from your leaning position against a table to go and help him but he waves at you to stay. “Nah, stay there. I’m coming.”

You smile as you watch him, slowly, walking to you. The last few steps you give in and reach out to lay his arm around your shoulder.

You look up at him as he’s looking down at you. Adoration in his eyes as he pulls you closer to lay his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

Your heart jumps at the words. A smile forms around your lips. You look up to meet his eyes, your eyelashes almost touching. “I love you too.”

“Alright, enough.” Dustin grabs Eddie’s arm to pull him away. “If you want to keep him, you’re gonna have to share him.” He points at you.

You laugh as you grab Dustin in for a hug. The boy faking his dramatic escape from you arms.

Yes, you were all alright for now. And that is all that matters right now.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddie munson #stranger things imagine

[ll-underestimated-ll]

Were I to have a family reunion with my own bloodline it would be odd for me not to arrive armed. That's an occasion to dress like it's 1520, and that means open carrying a sword.

#ic #dash musings