galagraphia:

yuhimebarbara:

sexecutive-outcums:

Winged Hussar reenactors, from here

The Polish Hussars (/həˈzɑr//həˈsɑr/, or /hʊˈzɑr/PolishHusaria), or Winged Hussars, were one of the main types of the cavalry in the Crown of the Kingdom of Poland (later also introduced into the army of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania) between the 16th and 18th centuries. When this cavalry type was first introduced by the Serbian and Hungarian mercenary horsemen in the beginning of the 16th century, they served as light cavalry banners in the Polish army; by the second half of the 16th century and after Stephen Báthory's reforms, hussars had been transformed into heavily armored shock cavalry. Until the reforms of the 1770s, the husaria banners were considered the elite of thePolish–Lithuanian Commonwealth cavalry.”

I seriously love these guys! And these photos by Andrzej Wiktor are absolutely stunning!

(Source: punishedzergface)

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In order that a woman might become very soft and smooth and without hairs from her head down… Take juice of the leaves of squirting cucumber and almond milk…gently mix in quicklime and orpiment. Then add pounded galbanum mixed with a small amount of wine for a day and night… add a powder of an equal amount each of mastic, frankincense, cinnamon, nutmeg, clove. When the woman has anointed herself all over with this depilatory, let her sit in a very hot steambath… when she has stayed there for a little while, try to pull out the hairs from the pubic area. If they do not fall out easily, let her have hot water poured over her, and let her wash herself all over, drawing her palm over her skin gently… Then take henna with whites of eggs and let her anoint all her limbs… Then let her rinse herself with water, and finally with a very white linen cloth wrapped around her, let her go to bed.
On Women’s Cosmetics by Trotula of Salerno, a female doctor ca. 12th century

cinque-del-mattino:

Maurice de Vlaminck (1907-1908)

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mapsontheweb:

Gun Restrictions by Country

cheezefish: Colors are based on which quintile said country falls into on the list provided by the source.

Federations may have different laws depending on states or subdivisions. This is especially true for the US. In this map, the most lenient state laws represent the entire country.

Data

God bless the USA.

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Yennefer wallpaper #Witcher3

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naughtynerdess:

Anita Sarkeesian debunked in 1 minute.

All I’m going to say about this.

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west-slavs:

Sculpture found in Stará Kouřim, Czech Republic - probably an old-Slavic deity.

Culture: Slavic (West Slavs - Great Moravian Empire).

Timeline: c. 9th century.

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whiskey-weather:

it-is-safe:

whiskey-weather:

takesabeating:

freexcitizen:

maxineanwaar:

A 14-year old Yazidi girl carrying an assault rifle to protect her family from IS, formerly ISIS.

Good

Kick ass young lady

Good luck. If they come for you, kill them all.

Strength to you, warrior.

I just want to put this here again, in the hopes that somehow this immortalizes her. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and have coffee and feed our cats. I’ll have a beer in the afternoon while I wait for the FedEx guy. And I’ll complain on the internet.

But this girl’s future is so uncertain. You can see it on her face. I hope she sees the sun tomorrow. Run fast, shoot straight, keep fighting.

All Yazidi and Assyrian women need to be given assault rifles right fucking now.

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saewulf:

I like the look of the strip of leather for the armour, maybe mix it up with some Wisby plate and see how it looks.

My love

saewulf:

I like the look of the strip of leather for the armour, maybe mix it up with some Wisby plate and see how it looks.

My love

(Source: pqsthoughts)

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colonelkillabee:

skyrimconfessionss:

"One of my biggest reasons for siding with the Imperials is so I can keep Jarl Balgruuf my friend."
skyrimconfessionss.tumblr.com

Bah, he can shove his friendship. All he did was point me into the direction of the greybeards, after I saved his city for him and had to pay for my own house. He better have told me where the damn greybeards were. Friend my arse. It’s not like he listens to my side of things for the war, so how are we friends? He likes you until you start thinking for yourself. That’s not friendship. That’s what Delphine does if you decide you don’t want to kill Paarthurnax.

Plus, his pout is sexy. Mmm, the taste of your butthurt salty tears is so sweet, Bali baby.

colonelkillabee:

skyrimconfessionss:

"One of my biggest reasons for siding with the Imperials is so I can keep Jarl Balgruuf my friend."

skyrimconfessionss.tumblr.com

Bah, he can shove his friendship. All he did was point me into the direction of the greybeards, after I saved his city for him and had to pay for my own house. He better have told me where the damn greybeards were. Friend my arse. It’s not like he listens to my side of things for the war, so how are we friends? He likes you until you start thinking for yourself. That’s not friendship. That’s what Delphine does if you decide you don’t want to kill Paarthurnax.

Plus, his pout is sexy. Mmm, the taste of your butthurt salty tears is so sweet, Bali baby.

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colonelkillabee:

arashia91:

 Ragnar Fanart
(Artist’s Page here.)

Awesome.

colonelkillabee:

arashia91:

Ragnar Fanart

(Artist’s Page here.)

Awesome.

(Reblogged from colonelkillabee)
colonelkillabee:

skyrimconfessionss:

"I noticed something telling about the characters of Tullius and Ulfric in the opening scene. When Alduin attacks, Tullius is concerned with the safety of the townspeople, completely ignoring Ulfric, despite how much of a political ‘prize’ he is. Ulfric, meanwhile… is hiding in a tower. Way to protect your people, Ulfric…"
http://skyrimconfessions.com

The people under an Imperial banner who were just cheering for his death… Yes, lets risk the leader of the rebellion’s life and screw the second chance he has to continue and win the war to free his people. Lets just throw that second chance away to try and save the enemy and fight alongside the men that tried chopping off his head.
Man, some people. I feel like they play through the game blindfolded.

All that and Tullius shouting 8 seconds later: “Get out of here, you idiots, we’re leaving!”

colonelkillabee:

skyrimconfessionss:

"I noticed something telling about the characters of Tullius and Ulfric in the opening scene. When Alduin attacks, Tullius is concerned with the safety of the townspeople, completely ignoring Ulfric, despite how much of a political ‘prize’ he is. Ulfric, meanwhile… is hiding in a tower. Way to protect your people, Ulfric…"

http://skyrimconfessions.com

The people under an Imperial banner who were just cheering for his death… Yes, lets risk the leader of the rebellion’s life and screw the second chance he has to continue and win the war to free his people. Lets just throw that second chance away to try and save the enemy and fight alongside the men that tried chopping off his head.

Man, some people. I feel like they play through the game blindfolded.

All that and Tullius shouting 8 seconds later: “Get out of here, you idiots, we’re leaving!”

(Reblogged from colonelkillabee)

colonelkillabee:

These are not loving words, this isn’t an ode, there’ll be no welcoming road to our humble abode,

For victory we strode, through endless bodies, no code, except to make sure history will not remember our foe,

Woe will be the word they whisper secretly, about the men from the sea, tall, proud and forever free,

And we’ll be, the soldiers of Shor, no to us it’s no game, but all the same, we will enjoy seeing your shores in flames…

Cut through their hordes like I wield liquid swords, board or not, the words flow through you like mead into a Nord,

The cost of war is much more than these cowards can afford, but I’ll be the tax collector, undead specter at their door,

To them, we’re child soldiers, sniveling from our orders, from those much older, giving them the cold shoulder,

They’ll get more than that, blow our snotty noses on bloody roses, prescribe them an ass kicking and kill them with overdoses

(Reblogged from colonelkillabee)