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boyfriend's quail photos have reached perhaps a lifetime peak today
OP loves wearing armour and has her own styling ideas, mostly in Ming Dynasty style. She joins events wearing her custom-matched armor and interacts with other enthusiasts.ïŒcräžéœçŁïŒ
China produced numerous verifiably real female military commanders. They led troops, fought campaigns and received official ranks for battlefield merit. Here are the most prominent ones recorded in reliable sources.
Fu HaoćŠć„œ (Shang Dynasty, c.13th century BCE). The earliest verifiable female military leader in Chinese recorded history, proven by oracle bone inscriptions and her intact tomb. She was Queen of King Wu Ding, repeatedly commanded large armies on campaigns and served as the royal high priest, with her own fiefdom. Fu Hao is Chinaâs earliest recorded female stateswoman and military strategist, the first verifiable heroine in Chinese history; she was a rare all-round figure holding multiple roles as queen, military general, high priest, and lord of her own fiefdom, reaching the pinnacle within three core spheres of power â military affairs, politics and religion. Her existence overturns stereotyped assumptions about womenâs status in early antiquity and proves that during the Shang Dynasty, women could attain immense authority and exert decisive influence; her bond with King Wu Ding went far beyond marriage, as they were also political and military partners, Wu Ding cherished and heavily relied on her, and after her passing, he arranged several spirit marriages for her, praying to ancestral spirits to watch over her, powerful testimony to her extraordinary significance. Her surname FućŠ literally means women.
Lady XianćŒć€«äșș (Liang-Chen-Sui Dynasties, c.512â602 CE). Leader of southern tribal peoples across three dynasties. Known as the "Holy Mother of Lingnan". She quelled regional rebellions, secured Hainan for central governance and helped local people live a peaceful life. The Sui emperor titled her Duchess of Qiao, granting her authority to command regional troops.
Princess Zhao of Pingyangćčłéłæć Źäž» (Sui-Tang transition, died 623 CE). Daughter of the founding emperor of Tang. She raised tens of thousands of rebel troops known as the "Army of the Lady", seized cities and aided the founding of the Tang Dynasty. She is the only imperial princess in Chinese history honoured with a full military funeral.
Liang Hongyuæąçșąç(Southern Song Dynasty, 1102â1135 CE). In the Battle of Huangtiandang, she stood on warships beating drums to coordinate naval troops, trapping a huge Jin army for weeks in one of the most famous anti-invasion battles. She descended from a distinguished military clan; official dynastic records only note her surname, not her given name. The name Hongyu was created for her in folk legendary plays dating to the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty (1573â1620 CE), meaning "red fine jade", and it has been widely adopted ever since. Her husband is the Southern Song general Han Shizhong.
Qin Liangyuç§ŠèŻç (Ming Dynasty, 1574â1648 CE). The most remarkable case. She is the only woman in all official Chinese dynastic histories granted an independent biography among military generals. Awarded the Marquis of Zhongzhen for combat achievements. She commanded the elite "White Pole Troops", fought rebels and northern invaders for over forty years.
The following comments on Qin Liangyu are from OP æ©ćèżćèźș: âThe History of the Ming Dynasty dedicates two full pages to Qin Liangyu, recording nearly all her battles. She first commanded troops in 1599 at age twenty-five. When rebels raided the camp at midnight and threw government forces into chaos, her 500 men held firm and repelled the attackers.
Her most famous fight, the brutal Battle of Hun River against the Later Jin, marked the first bold Ming offensive against these northern invaders and dealt heavy losses to the enemy, shocking the entire Ming court; no one anticipated the bravest troops were led by a woman all the way from Sichuan. She later took three thousand soldiers to defend Shanhaiguan and safeguarded the capital region for years.
In 1629, when Huang Taiji surrounded Beijing, over 200,000 relief troops hesitated to attack. Once more, Qin Liangyu marched nonstop from Sichuan, launched the first strike and forced the invaders back. She was fifty-five. The Chongzhen Emperor met her, awarded her rich gifts and wrote four poems in her honour, including the line: âSo many remarkable men under heaven; who will journey thousands of li to fight on the battlefield?â It carries sharp irony â amid countless male courtiers, it was a woman who charged forward in crisis.
While most late Ming warlords craved territory or plotted surrender, Qin Liangyu followed every imperial order, returning to Sichuan after campaigns without demanding land or promotion. In 1644, aged seventy-one, she defended Shizhu against Zhang Xianzhong. Even though many former allies surrendered, Zhangâs army dared not enter her territory. She passed away peacefully at seventy-five, living several years into the Southern Ming Yongli reign.
Records describe her courageous, intelligent, skilled at riding and archery, educated and elegant. She stood about 1.86 metres tall, and her armour fit no ordinary person. The Southern Ming posthumously named her Marquis of Zhongzhen, the only woman in Chinese history ennobled a marquis purely for military merit.
Her life contained no romantic legends, only endless campaigns, constant journeys and family members fallen in combat. Many say the late Ming had no great generals, yet that is false. Their finest commander was simply a woman â a fact many refuse to accept.â
This list does not cover the many figures recorded solely in local gazetteers, like Gao Guansuo and Li Yongrong.
Gao Guansuoé«ć łçŽą (Late Ming Dynasty, c.early 17th century). Recorded in local Qing-era gazetteers of Ningxia. Tall, strong and skilled in archery and firearms. After her fatherâs death, she inherited his military household duty and passed official tests to serve as a firearm artillery soldier. When rebel troops besieged Lingzhou, she defended the city using fire weapons and burned enemy ladders to repel the attackers. She was appointed Firearms Battalion Qianzong by the regional military governor, governing over two thousand military households.
Li Yongrongæéćźč (Northern Wei Dynasty, 5thâ6th century CE). A famed expert archer of the Northern Dynasties. Back then northern China valued martial skill, and it was common for women to manage household affairs. She was an exceptional rider who would lift her skirt and gallop at speed, with extraordinary marksmanship. Ordinary locals composed the Northern Dynasties folk ballad Song of Younger Sister Li Bo to sing of her bold, gallant bearing, as well as her clanâs resistance against Northern Wei authorities.
Nor does it include Hua Mulan, who is more akin to a legendary figure. Mu Guiying and Fan Lihua are celebrated characters from Yuan and Ming novels and operas; while scholars hypothesize certain historical inspirations â for instance, some believe Mu Guiying draws inspiration from Yang Wenguangâs wife Lady Murong, a woman from a northwestern tribal group â there exists no credible contemporary documentation proving they lived. Most pics come from Hanfu creators. There are no authentic portraits for some ancient historical figures, so other photos by OPs are borrowed as stand-ins. Some outfits doesn't fit their time periods â these visuals are just here for atmosphere. Their stories are scattered across the tides of history, shimmering like stardust strewn across the Milky Way. All of them carry beautifully crafted Chinese given names. Chinese naming traditions value profound meaning and melodic flow. Names such as Li Qingzhaoææž ç §, Xie Daoyunè°ąéé«, Lin HuiyinæćŸœć , Qi BangyuanéœéŠćȘ and so on, are widely regarded as elegant, powerful and timeless â fitting for any era. If youâre searching for a Chinese name, these make fantastic references. ïŒcr ć ŽéäșäŸŻïŒè·éćŻïŒé°é°ćïŒè¶èœæ çïŒèčæèœć°ćïŒèæŸæ éȘïŒäžç°æ±æè¶ćïŒæž ééłïŒé¶ŻæąäŒ ç»æé„°ç ç©¶æïŒèèæ± ïŒäčç»ïŒćäșŹèć°ć§æćœ±ïŒ
the celestial monarch (hypothymis coelestis) is a small passerine bird endemic to the philippines. they prefer lowland forest habitats, with logging being a primary threat to the species & their habitat. they are overall turquoise, with a white belly and a darker indigo chest and neck. females are slightly smaller than males, and have less intense coloration and shorter crests. males are known to raise their crest when agitated or excited, often seen in response to hearing other malesâ calls or feeling threatened by a predator. celestial monarchs are members of the âmonarch flycatcherâ (monarchidae) family and, like others of this family, lead a primarily insectivorous lifestyle. they are social birds often observed in mixed-species flocks including other monarch species as other similarly sized birds.
photos in order taken by Kenneth Lam, Captain Wong, and Enrico Legaspi via the Macaulay Library
Shoutout to all the trans girls out there who were forced to live as miserable boys during the 2000âs or 2010âs, missing out on all the weird sparkledog scene rawr xd era and who are now gloriously reclaiming this time in their adulthood. All power to you. Be blessed now and forever, colorful creatures. Go outshine god.
a girl and her watermelon piece
oh i'm happy that people enjoyed looking at this animal with me.. it's fun to be nice to an animal and with bugs it's often more okay to do than with other animals since it's unlikely you will socialize them to humans to their detriment.
Watermelon piece is a good offering towards any adult wasp, but being a mud dauber she is a great wasp to observe, since they are not very aggressive and their sting is not too bad. I waited until she was a little more hydrated and started grooming herself to remove her from the house, since she was visibly quite dusty i knew it would be the next thing she would want to do.
a really funny behavior was that although she was completely content to be observed by humans, she saw an ant on the counter and got visibly upset, which is understandable since an ant wants to eat a weak bug a lot more than humans do. I removed the ant to keep her from getting too stressed out. she was so mad about the ant and even though it makes sense i thought it was pretty funny since wasps can tell who humans are. she knew we were hanging out and that part was fine, but an ant is just too much!! eventually i put her and her fruit outside.
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oh dear god
I am speed running the stages of grief. Come explore this with me.
I WONDER WHY HEALTHCARE DATA IS SO LIMITED. HEY HAS ANYONE EVER THOUGHT ABOUT WHY WE DON'T HAVE COMPLETELY OPEN PLATFORMS FOR HEALTH DATA. AND WHY IT'S A BAD IDEA TO HAVE WRITE PRIVILEGES VIA SOME WEB INTERFACE TO MEDICAL RECORDS. HAS ANYONE EVER WONDERED.
okay well let's look at the github. at least an mcp server is just like a stupider API. right.
STARTING OFF. BAD.
This is. a PHI nightmare.
do you think these tech guys ever think. "i wonder why nobody has done this."
Well if they had to pick an AI at least they're not using one of the sketchy ones right. thank goodn
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You know, I'm glad Epic put so much time into making mychart extremely secure, even with all the health systems who configure them like a drunk monkey. it would be a shame if
hmm hey what do we think 'read local passwords' does
feed healthcare data to openclaw openclaw safe for 2FA codes and passwords in plaintext nothing bad will happen to your passwords and 2FA ccodes if you feed them to openclaww
ooohghhg my fucking ggogod
FROM DISCORD??? FROM MM DISCORD? YOU WANT TO FEED YOUR OWN PERSONAL HONEST TO FUCK PHI INTO, POTENTIALLY, DISCORD??
What many users may not know about MyChart providedby EpicSystems is that MyChart providedby EpicSystems is actually kind of like a local instance that your healthcare org runs, not a "Sign in once and see everything" type of deal (unless you have Care Everywhere, and then it maybe can be. But it Depends.)
Why is that you might ask. Well you see. There are many Rules and Laws and Regulations about the use and exchange of personal healthcare data.
Which is why of course this guy, seeing a well-thought-out and tested technical position, decided "what if i get all of them at once and also the 2FA codes and stored them ALL in the same place with no encryption whatsoever"
MRN??????????? YOUR PERSONAL HIGHLY PROTECTED BASICALLY ILLEGAL TO SHARE MEDICAL RECORDS NUMBER?
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This is genuinely the most terrifying import i have ever seen
I LIED; WHAT
GIVE OPENCLAW ACCESS TO YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING EMAIL AND MEDICAL RECORDS NOTHING BAD WILL HAPPEN IF YOU FEED YOUR ENTIRE BROWSER CACHE NAD PASSWORD KEY STORE INTO OPE NCLAW
okay. i'm done. i can't. i cannot continue to look at this. this is out of this world.
how do we think this project ends
sued
straight to jail
openclaw sending messages to your forme college professors with random diagnoses
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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.
"Would you like to?"
"Sure!"
So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.
Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.
we're all obsessed with material conditions until a trans guy exists and then what really matters is his male soul and the body it might hypothetically have in any number of situations that are not reality and have no bearing on it. "if trans men were cis they'd be cis men" "if trans men were cis they'd be cis women" it literally does not matter because we're not fucking cis
Apolitically killing bandits and savages in my video game with no messages
asked the skyrim bandits why they were living in a cave and they explained the war effort has buried the economy so they can't find work and lost their homes. I use my shout to blast them across the cave and find a preeeetty nice sword among their belongings
Hi this reminds me of the skyrim quest I always think about constantly.
It happens during the whole vampire questline. It's not related to vampires. I may misremember details so forgive me for that. But you have to go through old dwemer ruins and you meet the last living snow elf in Skyrim. You know, the snow elves. Who were enslaved by the dwemer and went blind and feral and still live in the ruins long after the dwemer are gone. The falmer is what they're called now. Here's the last one who's in their original form.
And oh hey, to get to where you need to go you have to take a path that's an old snow elf coming of age rite of passage. And he's going to take you through it and you're going to learn about this dead culture, this culture that was killed.
And now you've got what you came for and there's one way out. Now that you've learned what the falmer used to be, where they came from, what was lost because of the dwemer enslaving them, you have to go through a falmer village.
It's a narrow canyon lined with huts. There's no way to avoid it, in order to get through you have to kill them. They attack you because that's what they do to people invading their territory. You're invading their village. You have to kill them or they'll kill you. It's the only way out. You feel terrible.
If you stop to loot one of the huts on your way out you'll find a book full of unreadable text. Take it to the winterhold college and give it to the librarian and he'll tell you that it's a remarkable find because it's evidence that falmer have retained intelligence. They're not just mindless feral monsters. They have this book, they've kept this book even though they can't see. They have a culture. Maybe they still remember what happened to them. Maybe that's why they're so mad.
You just killed so many of them. You're going to have to kill many more.
Anyway.
Video game with no messages.
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The fact that we have a desert in Germany still freaks me out. Like this should not be, but it is.
You canât just post something like that without telling us where. I want to visit the German desert!Â
Itâs somewhere in Brandenburg in the general area of Cottbus
The Lieberos Heath lies about 20 kilometres north of Cottbus in Lower Lusatia. In 1994 it was transferred from the Bundeswehr to the state of Brandenburg and became a nature reserve, fauna-flora habitat and European bird sanctuary. The biodiversity that can be found here is enormous. Today pines, heather and dry grasses lie quietly in the landscape on 25,000 hectares that was a former military training area.
Within the heath we have the desert everyone is talking about. The Lieberos Desert, also known (also just âdesertâ or âLIttle Siberiaâ) is a sandy open area of about five square kilometres within the Lieberos Heath.
As late as 1992, many a commuter travelling between Lieberose and Peitz had to stop on the main road. Russian forces were holding their manoeuvres and the road went right through the tank firing range. At least it was closed before the shooting. The area had been a military training ground much earlier. The Nazis had big plans for the Lieberos Heath. When the Waffen-SS began to build up its personnel at the end of 1942, they needed accommodation and training sites. For this reason, the SS Kurmark training area was to be expanded. Forced labourers from all over Europe and concentration camp prisoners arrived in the region. Jamlitz, GroĂ Muckrow, Chossewitz Ullersdorf and 13 other villages were to be forcibly resettled.
The Lieberos Desert was also created during this time. The cause was a large forest fire that left 1700 hectares of bare land behind. Decades of military use, rolling tanks and transport convoys ensured that the open terrain was preserved. At a good five square kilometres in size, it is still the largest desert area in Germany today.
The grandstand on General Hill was built for the WaffenbrĂŒderschaft manoeuvre in 1970, when 50,000 soldiers from the Warsaw Pact countries moved through the desert and heathland. Leonid Brezhnev, head of the Soviet Unionâs party and state, and Erich Honecker watched the spectacle from there. The Russian forces left in 1992. But the traces of the military are far from gone. Thousands of hectares of the area are considered contaminated with munitions. This makes it difficult to extinguish forest fires. The paths leading through parts of the area are safe. In the Sukzessionspar you can wanter through nature and see how it is slowly returning.
At first, mosses and grass grow in the desert sand, small pines and birches advance further and further. The desert becomes steppe, later the pioneer forest becomes a mixed forest. And the animals come back. Spiders and insects, even the Italian grasshopper have already been sighted. Eagles circle overhead, wolf packs feel undisturbed. Inf fact this is where the wolf first returned to Germany, the first pups on German soild were born in the Lieberos Desert. Moose also come over for a visit from Poland.
A small correction: the first wolves born in Germany after they resettled here werenât born in the Lieberose Heath, but the Muskau Heath.
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