#ca. 1200

[blueiskewl]

Byzantine Ceramic 'Greek Fire' Hand Grenade Ca. 900-1200 AD

A hefty, mold-formed pottery hand grenade with a piriform body, a rounded shoulder, and a narrow mouth. The exterior body is decorated with seven panels of closely spaced stamped circles. Grenades like this were meant to hold the famed and highly combustible substance known as "Greek fire," though its exact composition is unknown; scholars posit that the mixture was composed of pine resin, naphtha, quicklime, and sulphur.

L:125mm / W:80mm ; 550g.

#Byzantine Ceramic 'Greek Fire' Hand Grenade Ca. 900-1200 AD #weapon #ancient weapon #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #byzantine empire #byzantine history

[peteryanphotography]

Triumph Speed Twin 1200 

Zard 2-into-1 exhaust

Upper Big Tujunga Canyon Rd

Outside Los Angeles, CA

#youtube #ca #los angeles #triumph #speedtwin #speedtwin1200 #speed twin #speed twin 1200 #triumph motorcycle #caferace #zard #zard exhaust #dart #dart flyscreen #artonworks #yamaha #kawasaki #ducati #suzuki #gsxr #gsxr1000 #monster #desert x

[newtness532]

before i go to sleep, i hate harris and benedict. they know what they did. (-> my life miserable bc i cant memorize their freaking formulas)

#655+9.6×B+1.8×Y-4.7×H #66+13.7×B+5×Y-6.8×H #?? lets just hope thats correct #and since were here #chol <200. hdl >55/65 or 35-55/45-65 or <35/45. ldl <130. tg <150 #na <1500. k>3500. na=salt/2.5 #fe 18/8? #φι 25-30. chol <200-300. mufa/pufa/sfa -> 2/1/<1. sfa<7%. #vit c 65/75 +35mg gia kapnistes #ca 1200/1000mg #okay i think thats all? #okay goodnight now #jo says stuff #university update

[cheekios]

The streets are calling.

Eviction is imminent.

I have 5 days to raise $1275

I noticed alot of content surrounding homelessness especially in San Fransisco and Seattle. My biggest fear is being filmed without my consent and being plastered over social media because someone wanted to make a documentary surrounding homelessness without actually helping.

Goal: $1275

CA: $HushEmu

PP: [email protected]

I have nothing (Whitney Houston)

The smallest catalyst can occur to where someone can find themselves homeless. In my case it was my glasses breaking. Not having a back up pair. Not having insurance. Which caused me to be unable to work and drive. Resulting in me losing my job. A piece of plastic was my downfall ultimately.

I need community effort to stay housed. Even $1-2 for everyone who views this clears the goal. Please interact if you truly have nothing to spare. Reblogs ≠ do not equate to goals being met so please ask if curious wether goal has been met.

Update: 4/30/24

1200 reblogs and zero donations. I have 4 days to raise rent before I am given a notice to vacate.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if someone donated my reblog amount and saved me from the streets.

#dead boy detectives #red dead redemption 2 #grandmacore #terry pratchett #jungkook #helluva boss #hannibal #hazbin hotel #video games #travel #transgender #vintage #toonami #the owl house #supernatural #succession #skyrim #python #ttpd #architecture #Spotify

[mourning-again-in-america]

something about ownership I thought of because of a passing remark: going beyond the three criteria of having it, using its fruits, and destroying it, I wonder how "having the rights to proceeds from sale", "having the ability to initiate/direct/manage a sale", and "having the ability to negate a sale yourself" rank in the importance of deciding ownership without extenuating circumstances defeating the reason

#standard oil co of CA v Johnson is stuck in my craw #at least with the explanation given in the book #but i think its just mcculloch again in this respect: suppose a state taxes money that eventually goes to fed treasury if not reinvested #then why cant the state tax it at 100%? but again here I think you run into something more like a taking. #suppose seattle decided vancouver wasnt hardcore enough and taxed vacant rentals at 1200% per annum prorated #then that sort of means you cant be an individual landlord (because you're subject to excessive risk) and you need to sell any vacant lots #into a crashing market; then i think theres a per se taking going on there but i am so not a lawyer #and i know takings doesnt apply to state federal relations as a textual matter...but functionally it sorta does #its the whole 'mutual respect for mutual dignity thing' which means theres a hullaballoo over a federal statute requiring state employees #to be paid federal minimum wage even if their employment would continue without federal funds

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Falcon.

Date: ca. A.D. 1200–1220

Culture: South Italian

Medium: Bronze, traces of gilding

#history #museum #archaeology #falcon #13th century #13th century art #medieval #middle ages #a.d. 1200 #a.d. 1220

[mossdeep]

my grandmother is in hospice with days left to live. when she passes, my uncle will be homeless.

p*ypal: @ swampert

ca$happ: $mossdeep

she's been in decline for a while, and her income from social security has been the only thing keeping their heads above water. even with that, they were still getting pay day loans every month.

he only makes 1200 every month with disability, that goes straight into rent with nothing left over. since his heart attack, he is unable to work.

i'm raising money to try and secure him housing once she has passed. this includes first, last, security, and living expenses while we are searching for housing for him. i have no idea how long it'll take to find affordable housing, so there is no set goal or time period as of now.

i don't have enough "karma" or whatever to make posts on reddit so please don't give me "advice" like that, just reblog and don't add any tags that could get this post supressed.

please help me help my uncle. all updates will be in the replies.

#i know i have mutuals with large followings. please help #i'm so stressed rn

[the-puffinry]

Cypriot terracotta statuette of woman with bird face, ca. 1450–1200 BCE.

#look at this???! #ancient art #birds #archaeology #what are these about i've seen two of them in the met digital collection now both cypriot

[mioritic]

The Dream of the Magi, from a Medieval psalter made in Oxford, ca. 1200–1220

Royal MS 1 D X, f. 2v, British Library

#medieval #medieval art #illuminated manuscript #british art #christianity #1200

[blueiskewl]

Seljuk Bronze Bird Protome Ca. 1100-1200 AD

A hollow cast bronze protome in the shape of a partridge bird with a characteristic short curved beak. The eyes are hollow, possibly to accept an inlay, and wings with incised decoration are folded against the body.

L:90mm / W:75mm ; 120g.

#Seljuk Bronze Bird Protome Ca. 1100-1200 AD #bronze #bronze sculpture #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient vulture #ancient civilizations

[peteryanphotography]

2019 Triumph Speed Twin 1200

Malibu, Ca

#pete ryan #california #photographers on tumblr #canon #people #motorcycle #caferacer #cafe racer #kawasaki #wife #triumph #speed twin #speed twin 1200

[writtenbysprout]

I don't hate you

synopsis: Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, has made a point to make sure you know just how much he hates you. But the one time it goes to far, you confront him. 

pairing: aaron hotchner x BAU!reader 

word count: ca 1200

cw: swearing, jealousy, unfair treatment, somehow there's pining in here (don't ask how, it just happened.)

You had just found a seat at the precinct, allowing yourself a moment of quiet. The smallest of breathers before the inevitable would come. And just as you let out a sigh you heard the all to familiar sound of your boss approaching. Derek following suit behind him.

In a swift motion Hotch slammed the door closed, leaving the three of you alone in the room.

"You just had to go rouge, didn't you!?" Hotch was the first to speak up as he towered over you, arms crossed over his chest, the ever present frown plastered to his face.

You try to mutter a reply, but as always he cuts you off, leaving no room for explanation.

"You put both your life and agent Morgan's life on the line for something that might've worked." His tone felt like daggers poking at you, making sure you felt every rift and scratch they left.

Up until now Hotch's nagging about your every flaw hadn't gotten too you. But something about his tone and reasoning today just didn't sit right with you. Perhaps that was what gave you the extra courage you needed to make yourself heard. Regardless of the cause you spoke up.

"It worked, we got the guy." You said, calmly at first.

"That's beside the point! You made an irrational decision that could've been fatal." Hotch was quick to pick up, discarding your argument. His eyes a fiery fury of rage. "He could've had a gun, or a bomb or.."

"But we profiled him as a.."

"The profile isn't always correct! You of all people should know that, being a profiler." Hotch cut you off again, not even bother to let you finish.

Morgan, who up until now had stood there in disbelief, straightened up, relieving you of some attention. "Hotch I think you.."

Hotch was quick to cut him off, glaring in his direction. "This does not concern you Agent Morgan, you can leave." 

Morgan was about to argue, but was met with another glare and Hotch's infamous words; "that's an order, agent."

Morgan shakes his head with a scuff. As he reaches for the door you see the resentment in his eyes. He felt for you, but there was nothing he could do. The boss had spoken and his orders was to be obeyed no matter how ridiculous.

Watching Morgan exit, you pushed yourself up form the chair, feeling the whole situation fuel you. You stood as tall as you could, wanting to present yourself as someone to be taken seriously.

“What have I done to make you hate me?” You snap, finally allowing yourself to ask the question that's been on your mind ever since you started.

For a split second you can swear you notice a flicker of confusion in Hotch's eyes, but before you can make anything out of it his harsh glare returns.

“I don’t hate you.” he scoff.

“Bull-fucking-shit Hotchner and you know it.” 

“I stand my ground.” he shrugs, not allowing you the satisfaction of having caught him on something. Even though you knew very well he was lying.

“I just don’t understand. I never get into trouble like Prentiss does. I don’t argue with you like Morgan. I do my job without asking details. Hell, I even put up with all the verbal abuse you throw at me every day! So if I have done something please let me know, cause I’m clueless.” Your voice faded into a plea. Wishing nothing more than to have some peace of mind and not have to tiptoe around him at every waking moment.

“I don’t hate you." He persists, yet this time is different. He sighs as if to continue, but you don’t care at this point. All you want is to know why he hated you. Why he put you through something you’d fought years and years to get away from with yourself. 

"Then why do you act like it?! I've done nothing but obey orders, never once straying from them."

"That's exactly why! You're good!," Hotch yells, but quickly compose himself speaking more softly, "You're too good..”

You mind falters. It's torn into a million different questions, but quiets momentarily as he continues.

"You're right in that I hate you." he admits, but the look in his eyes tells a whole other story. "I hate you for how you make me feel. I hate that I want nothing but to be close too you all the time, comfort you when I see a case takes a toll on you. I wanna be the reason you smile when you look at your phone, reading a stupid text. I wanna be the person you look for in a room full of people.”

“But you are!" Your closed fist pound into his chest with little to no force, mostly out of frustration of him being complete and utterly oblivious to your subtle hints. His hand takes a hold of your wrist in a tight grip and with a yank he pulls you closer. "You've always been..."

You feel yourself dangerously close to him, yet somehow not close enough.

“Then who is texting you?” His next words was spoken through gritted teeth and you couldn't help but notice the venomous jealousy dripping off his voice.

“Emily," When the name of is subordinate escape you lips you can tell the machinery in the great mind of his are turning. "She keeps sending me pictures of Sergio, her cat, and I just find him adorable, ‘n they calm me down if I’m having a rough day or a hard case.”

 “So all this time.." He lets go of your wrist, sinking down in his shoes. "I’ve been jealous of a cat?” 

You send him the look. The one saying well-du-uh!

He steps back, unsure of how to continue. It was clear to him that he had fucked up - massively.

How could he have been so blind? Looking back he'd found all the times you were there, simply there for him. Never once asking for anything in return.

And what had he done in return? He'd given you hell every waking moment during your day. He'd treated you like you were his biggest flaw, and still you managed to show him compassion?

He couldn't recall a single time you hadn't shown him the kindness of your nature, regardless of his cruel ways. You'd time and time offer smiles and wished him 'good morning' each morning, never once straying from it.

In his mind you'd already made up your mind about him, which made it all the more easy for him to keep you at an arms length. But he could see now that he was mistaken. And knew he'd regret it for the rest of his if he didn't try to mend this somehow.

So he said the only thing that came to mind, praying it'd somehow fix things.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

"Sorry's not gonna cut it, Hotch."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you watched him closely as he did something you thought you'd ever see him do.

He got down on his knees. Eyes never straying from yours. His next words chosen carefully, "Then tell me how I can make it up too you, I'll do anything."

"I have a few things in my mind."

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch #criminal minds #cm #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n

[nobrashfestivity]

Abu Yahya Zakariya ibn Muhammad ibn Mahmud-al-Qazwini (ca. 1203-1283 CE), is known simply as al-Qazwini, Kitab Aja'ib al-makhluqat wa Gharaib al-Mawjudat, literally “The Wonders of Creation,” compiled in the middle 1200s in what is now Iran or Iraq.

#Abu Yahya Zakariya ibn Muhammad ibn Mahmud-al-Qazwini #illustration #al-Qazwini

[the-cricket-chirps]

Terracotta stirrup jar with octopus

Helladic, Mycenaean

ca. 1200-1100 BCE

#ancient art #octopus #ancient pottery #antiquities #artifacts #sea life #beautiful animals #ancient people #ancient history #nature #wildlife #animal aesthetic #aesthetic #beauty #ancient civilizations #ancient origins #art history #aesthetictumblr #tumblraesthetic #tumblrpic #tumblrpictures #tumblr art #tumblrstyle #artists on tumblr

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Over-the-top modern 2021 mansion in Los Angeles, California. 12bds, 17ba, $139M. It also has $5M worth of Italian brand La Contessina furniture that's included with the house.

Look at this loooong sparking chandelier that pools on the floor. (There's a dedicated caretaker's quarters, but it's gonna take more than one person to maintain all this.)

Remember that all the furniture is included. Wonder why they chose brown. Now, here we are in the main living area with a huge bar. (aka "The Nightclub.")

On view here is this 6 car elevator to show off your car collection to guests (what, only 6?).

"The Nightclub" extends way out to the patio.

The wine room holds 1, 050 bottles, with a Murano glass art installation overhead. Wow, this wall of wine bottles is way different from the house I posted yesterday, with the bottle walls.

For entertaining, the residence has multiple bars. This is an ice-cold vodka-tasting room (notice the fans in the ceiling & the frost on the walls). Hanging on hooks are fur coats for the guests to wear. (Is this crazy or what?)

Home gym with a ridiculous amount of Peloton equipment. How many people are they expecting? There's also a climbing wall and a cigar lounge.

This looks like one of the more casual seating areas and bar. Don't expect to see the kitchen that's fitted with Wolf appliances and is supposedly a chef's dream. You don't concern yourself with something as mundane as cooking.

Here's the hot tub room with a massive chandelier.

The home theater is fitted with plush Belgian leather seats.

Beautiful views from the patios and terraces.

Check out the reclining marble tub in the primary suite. The wall opens to a large deck. (Guests get a penthouse suite.)

Massive en-suite bath. That big glass room on the right is the shower.

Her closet.

His closet.

The colossal 23-foot LED screen out by the pool comes up from the floor.

Around this bar are illuminated swing seats, plus a full commercial kitchen hidden from sight, for entertaining, b/c nobody wants to see a kitchen.

This home is really focused on entertaining.

The house is on a 2.08 acre lot and not to worry, bulletproof glass, and a hidden state-of-the-art safe room ensures security and peace of mind. A high-tech 36 camera security system with a full security command center including staff quarters vigilantly watches over the property.

#mansions #over-the-top homes #houses #house tours #home tour

[pwlanier]

An archaic ritual bronze water vessel 'he' with an anthropomorphic cover,

probably late Shang dynasty, ca. 1200-1100 B.C.

The vessel cast in two parts with thin azurite and malachite patina, the lid in anthropomorphic form of a face with broad nose, bulging lips, wrinkled forehead and large, wide open eyes, at the temples with two bottle-shaped horns. The body with relief decoration of a serpentine tail wrapping around the wall, on the side of the sloping spout with 'kui' dragon, on the sides with ram's head-shaped eyelets, their openings continuing into the ears of the lid and presumably used to fasten a rope.

Courtesy Alain Truong