#Orange Free State

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South Africa in July 1885

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Die Italiaanse Korps

[tonyrossmcmahon]

The Boer War - ten things you didn't know!

The Boer War is a forgotten conflict that pitched the British Empire against a group of white settlers in Africa. Tony McMahon investigates.

The Boer War – a huge and bloody conflict that dominated the news at the turn of the 20th century. The biggest military conflict since the wars against Napoleon Bonaparte. And a grim foreshadowing of the two World Wars that lay ahead. Yet today, it’s large forgotten. Why? Below, I’m going to list ten things you need to know about the Boer War. But first, let’s go through some background so the…

[thetemplarknight]

The Boer War - ten things you didn't know!

The Boer War is a forgotten conflict that pitched the British Empire against a group of white settlers in Africa. Tony McMahon investigates.

The Boer War – a huge and bloody conflict that dominated the news at the turn of the 20th century. The biggest military conflict since the wars against Napoleon Bonaparte. And a grim foreshadowing of the two World Wars that lay ahead. Yet today, it’s large forgotten. Why? Below, I’m going to list ten things you need to know about the Boer War. But first, let’s go through some background so the…

[intramir]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medalje_voor_de_Anglo-Boere_Oorlog

[vaevictis2]

[gxlden-angels]

Do not let the Protestant Work Ethic Beast in your head win!

You are not alone! You are not the sole difference between death and life! You are a person who will at some point need to take a break!

That is why there is community! That is why there is organizing! Do not despair because you, alone, are not currently boots on the ground fixing things! Do something, but do not let that something be collapsing!

[owocontroversy]

opinions on orange blood

ate slapped devoured consumed slayed.

ok but real talk I didn't like the promo + marketing for it. honestly I feel like hybe is rly messing up w enhypen, what with the "pov types of bfs" tiktoks (there r better ways of posting thirst traps - learn from ateez and skz) and the promos and teasers including wallpapers. it felt more like fanservice for the super delulu fans more than actual promo. also I feel like the marketing and graphic design could have been a lot better bc while it might have worked some time ago, now competing groups like skz and ateez who have/had comebacks recently or soon have much better marketing, design, etc. this is kinda controversial but imo I rly kinda wish that enha was under jype instead bc the production + marketing under jype is a lot better than hybe - my friend and I were comparing my manifesto and her maxident and while both albums are really really good, the product for maxident was imo better designed, w the pc concepts better, poster seperate from the lyric poster, cd design better, etc. imo (and again, controversial) hybes kinda slipping after bts' success - txt recent line distribution, enha pov tiktoker, lsfm promoting one song 17 million times, etc. not even jype specifically - even a label like kq which actually respects it's artists (those crazy stalker atinys given legal trouble vs whatever the hell belift was doing).

I digress but the point is - while the members were really really good and talented I do wish the production and marketing was a bit better.

also ik I ranted ab Jays songwriting credit already, but I genuinely am rly happy ab it and would've been regardless of the member bc I genuinely rly like it when the members r involved in the production and development of the album/song beyond just vocals and visuals bc it brings a rly nice element to it so I do hope we see more of that!!

tl;dr: album was so good. the songs were rly good but I do wish the production and marketing was better. the members ate (as usual). I rly liked that member/s were involved in early stages!

[runalongprincevaliant]

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Jaffa Oranges

[lemedstudent2021]

was expecting the nicest oranges to be from palestine (jaffa) but ok

A television program that shows you the extent of the criminality of the occupying Zionist Israeli entity and shows the whole world that the story did not begin on October 7, but rather began with the beginning of the Israeli occupation of Palestine at the beginning of 1946.

[ultraviolencced]

coming on here to say fuck israhell and free palestine

if you’re a colonist zionist sympathizer unfollow me right the fuck now

k thanks

[liberalsarecool]

Great numbers!

A message to the 30% for Trump: feel free to disobey your parents or your preacher. Feel free to vote for a Democrat even if you live in a Red State or Red County.

We live in a secular society. We live in a progressive world going forward. We have to live together with rules that apply to everyone.

Thinking a 78 year-old bully with thin skin painted orange is going to provide anything other than racism and danger is not reality.

No good comes from mass deportations. No good comes from tariffs. No good comes from racebaiting and scapegoating.

The country needs kindness. You need kindness.

Trump is not a viable solution for a complex world.

[luveline]

omg jade i heard you asking for hotch reqs and i RAN to your inbox

what about hotch taking care of r after they have a lil baby?? i think if i saw that man hold a new baby id die!!!! he could hole their whole head in the palm of his hand 😭😭😭

Every time you move, your hips and more intimate regions hurt like a hot poker. You probably won’t cry, but you require some tylenol and some sympathy to carry on. “Hotch?” you ask. 

Silence. You tip your head back over the armrest to find him. Even upside down, he looks handsome, sitting in the two seater with your little bundle of agony in his arms. Or, arm. The baby rests neatly in the curve of his forearm, his free hand dedicated to the baby’s small back. 

“Hotch?” 

“Who is she talking to?” Hotch asks your baby gently. You know what he’s doing immediately. 

“You get so hung up on the Hotch thing, if you didn’t want to be called Hotch, you shouldn’t have introduced yourself as Hotch.”  

You’ve been calling him Hotch for years, you aren’t going to suddenly kick the habit now. 

“She was my subordinate,” Hotch tells the baby. “She couldn’t have special treatment, even if she is the prettiest subordinate I ever had. It wouldn’t have been fair.” 

“I wouldn’t mind some more tylenol.” 

He raises his gaze. You twist into a painful but better suited position to watch him move the baby closer to his collar, his hand covering the entirety of the baby’s small head. Hotch said Jack was a little baby too, but you’d been terrified regardless, and no matter the size, it was too big for you to come out of the ordeal unscathed. Tylenol isn’t so much wanted as required. 

“I’ll get it for you,” he promises. 

“Thank you, Aaron.” 

“Oh, you’re welcome, honey.” 

He stands and shifts your tiny baby further into his chest, little snores pressed to his collar. “You okay to take him? I’ll make you some lunch at the same time.”

“I can’t eat.” 

“Just chips and a sandwich, honey. You can manage that.”  

You open your arms, letting Hotch lower your baby down into your arms and the surrounding nest of blankets. “You need to go see where Jack is,” you say. 

“I know,” Hotch says, kissing your cheek quickly. “I’m gonna make his lunch too. I’ll be right back.” 

You cuddle your baby to your chest and lean back. Your baby Hotchner is, as previously stated, so tiny, but he’s a nice weight against you, and he sleeps like a champ. You thought easy babies were a myth until now. So far he’s done nothing but sleep and stare at you whenever you talk. You think it’s love, or the surprise of seeing the voices that talked to him nonstop while he was in your belly now out in the open. He does the same to Hotch whenever he’s awake. 

You haven’t named him yet. You asked Jack for help, but he’d recommended you name your new baby Mister Awesome, so you’re at a loss for now. It doesn’t matter, though. He’ll have a name eventually. Until then, he’s the baby. And he’s very well loved. 

You wish he hadn’t hurt so badly to bring into the world, is all. 

Somewhere deeper in the house, Jack tumbles down the stairs, to Hotch's audible horror. “Are you alright? What are you doing, buddy?” 

“I’m being quick!” 

“Please be careful!” There’s the sound of a kiss. “You sure you’re okay? Yeah? Gonna go and keep Y/N company?” 

“Yeah, dad.” 

“Okay, thank you. I’m gonna make your lunch now, any requests?” 

“Peanut butter. And chips. And pretzels. And orange slices? And–”

“How about I bring you lots of everything, bud?” 

“Yes. Please. Hug?” 

They must hug, though you can’t see or hear it, as Jack walks into the living room with wildly tousled hair and a smile. He climbs over the back of the couch even though he shouldn’t, dropping onto your feet, a tangle of arms and legs. “Hi, Y/N.” 

“Hi baby. You hungry?” 

“Dad’s gonna make me a sandwich.” 

You reach over to collect his hand in yours, squeezing his fingers gently. You’d thought for sure that having a baby in the house would upset him, if only because his usual routine was disrupted —he’d had to make room for you first, and now suddenly there’s a new baby taking all the attention? it’s not what only kids usually want— but Jack’s an easy kid too. He squeezes your hand back, shimmying up the couch to lean on your leg. It aches, every touch to your lower half a reminder of the pain further inward, but he’s not rough. He climbs further onto your leg and rests his cheek on your shoulder. 

“Is this a cuddle?” you murmur. 

“Pretty please.” 

“No please required.” You frown to yourself, trying to juggle the baby into the opposite arm so you can wrap the one closest to Jack around his shoulders. You manage it poorly. “Dad makes this look so easy.” 

“He has longer arms,” Jack says with a shrug. His nose jabs the skin just above your chest. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“I won’t. Thank you, babe.” 

Jack touches the baby’s back. “He’s sleeping?” 

“Yeah. Must be weird getting to sleep all the time and then suddenly being born. At least he’s not crying.” 

You and Jack lay with each other for a while, watching the baby snore as you whisper about what Hotch is making for lunch. You wish he’d brought you the tylenol before he started, but he’s got a lot going on. You’re glad he’s the one making lunch (though you can’t be expected to right now, considering). The idea of having to stand there and butter a sub roll sounds like a low level of torture. 

“Don’t let me fall asleep holding the baby,” you tell Jack, your eyes drifting closed as Jack snuggles closer to your face.

“I can go get dad.” 

“I’m here,” Hotch says swiftly. You drag your face to the side to see him in the doorway, two dinner trays balanced with ease in his hands despite their obvious weight and full glasses on either side. “Don’t fall asleep, I’m coming. Sorry about the wait.” 

Hotch puts your trays on the coffee table and scoops the baby from your chest, leaving behind an awfully warm patch of skin. 

“Tylenols on the tray,” he says, smiling at you lovingly. “You okay?” 

“Fine. Jack’s gonna feed me.” 

To his credit, your lovely stepson offers to really feed you, but you’re not so tired now there’s food in front of you. Your stomach groans in want. 

Hotch stands looking down at you, baby somehow even smaller looking in his arms. “Need anything else?” 

You hold half of your sandwich up to him. “Eat that.” 

“I’m fine. My hands are full.” 

“I’m not asking, Aaron. Take it.” You force the sandwich on him. “We both know you only need one hand.” 

He’s cautious not to rain crumbs down on the baby. You make no such fuss, bread and lettuce falling down into your lap as you eat. Jack can’t stop giggling, “You’re not s’posed to eat like that!”

“Sorry!” you say, “I’m just so hungry!” 

“It’s okay,” he says. “Dad will vacuum you.” 

Hotch’s mouth is full to bursting, but his nod is vehement. He swallows hard. “I’ll mop you, too.”