#illegal homemade guns

[socialjusticeinamerica]

#republican assholes #the nra is a terrorist organization #Republicans are killing us #gun control #assault weapons ban #gun violence #gun deaths #senseless gun violence #mass shootings #school shootings #Americans slaughtered by gun violence #corporate greed #gun lobby #Wayne lapierre draft dodger #Russia funds the NRA #our enemies want us destabilized by gun violence #ghost guns #3d printed guns #illegal homemade guns #cops shot at with machine guns

[ratsandfashion]

@SHOFARSOGOOD SORRY TUMBLR WOULDN'T LET ME REBLOG???

BUT

OH MY GOD YOU HAVE OPENED THE FLOODGATES HNNNGH

Okay, so you're in France in the 1760s. Specifically, you're a peasant in the Gevaudan province.

AND SOMETHING IS KILLING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYBODY

It's described as being "like a wolf, yet not a wolf" and these people, they're shepherds, they see wolves ALL THE TIME, so if they say this thing WASN'T a wolf, I trust them. But the problem is, we don't know WHAT it was. Descriptions vary a LOT, probably owing to the people who saw it being terrified and trying to get away, combined with a typical "game of telephone" deal where the thing got changed each time someone told someone else about it, combined with people just lying and SAYING they'd said it, combined with the fact that if it was an exotic animal (more on that later) people just had no idea what they were looking at. But some fairly consistent traits are that it's BIG, it's got a long tail with a tuft, and it's a reddish color with a black-striped back and white underbelly.

Sounds like a tiger, right? That's a common theory. A lot of nobles kept zoos of exotic animals that peasants would never have seen before and have no reference for, so the fact it's a big furry predator on four legs was probably enough to make it "like a wolf but not a wolf" if it wasn't a bear (and we don't think it was a bear because people also knew what bears looked like) Some good candidates are a tiger for the aforementioned reasons, a lion (tufted tail, some drawings have a mane), and a hyena (wolf-like, has the bite force necessary for decapitation, as many of the corpses had the head removed from their bodies, another unusual feature)

So this thing just fucking runs around the countryside savaging peasants. And they can't do much about it because it's illegal for peasants to have guns. If you ever have to make an argument for the right to bear arms, bring up the Beast of Gevaudan, gurantee no one will see that coming!

Some peasants made do with what they had though. A group of boys managed to save their friend with, iirc, sharpened sticks, though they did not escape unscathed. One had his cheek basically TORN OFF, and as a result the king funded his education for the rest of his life, which was a big deal for a peasant boy who wouldn't ordinarily receive it. And a girl, Marie-Jeanne Valet, successfully fended it off with a homemade spear (she described the beast as a large dog) A statue still stands in her honor today.

Speaking of the King, the news about all this was reaching him. So he started sending out hunters and dragoons (a type of cavalry that would dismount to fight) to get the wolf. But, to no avail! They couldn't seem to kill it. And when they DID finally get a great big wolf, as well as a female wolf with unusually large pups that had traits not normally seen in wolves (ex: double dew claws, which some large dog breeds have, indicating wolfdog hybrids) the killings stopped for awhile. . .and then started again.

This became one of the first international news stories; other countries thought it was HILARIOUS that the King of France and all his men couldn't handle one little WOLF!

Eventually, it was brought down for good by a local hunter named Jean Chastel. Legend sprang up that the beast, which was said to be immune to ordinary bullets, had been felled by a bullet which had been made by melting down a medallion of the Virgin Mary. At the time, the fact it was killed by a holy icon was what was significant, as some people thought it was a werewolf and those were seen as creatures of the Devil at that time (rather than innocent people afflicted by a disease/curse as in modern media) but the fact the medallion was silver may be the source of the modern "silver bullet" myth which isn't from any real werewolf folklore and seems to be an invention of Hollywood.

The royal notary examined the animal after death and recorded in what is known as "The Marin Report" that "This animal which seemed to us to be a wolf; But extraordinary and very different by its figure and its proportions from the wolves that one sees in this country." and details a "monstrous head", unusual body proportions, aberrant morphological characteristics, and unusual fur colors. The report also includes the dental formula (number of molars, number of canines, etc) of the animal, which does seem to indicate a canid of some type. The report is preserved in The French National Archives.

So, this wasn't an unsubstantiated cryptid. It was pretty darn meticulously documented.

Unfortunately, photos didn't exist then, and by the time the corpse was taken to Versailles, it was so rotten and badly decayed that no one wanted anything to do with it, and it was in all likelihood dumped somewhere like garbage. I reckon everyone was just happy to be done with it.

While the beast was dead (or at the least, the attacks ceased) the speculation never has. Some people think it was just a big wolf or wolves, but like I said, I think these people knew what a wolf looked like. Other people think it was a wolfdog hybrid or family of such, which would account for the large size, unusual features, and lack of fear of humans. This, I think, is the most likely option. The escaped exotic animal is the next most likely imo; I remember that there's no records of. . .it was either of any such zoos themselves at the time or of no escapees, but like, if I was a noble and my tiger got out and it was eating people, I don't think I'd say anything.

Then there's more fringe theories. The werewolf thing, of course, but also the idea it was a conspiracy against the king, or some big political plot, often involving Chastel (the hunter who shot it) or his son, or that it was a serial killer dressed in animal skins, or a serial killer that had trained a dog to hunt with him as his method of killing. I...kind that pretty unlikely, just because I've never heard of a serial killer doing anything like that, like using an animal is just not 'intimate' in the way serial killers seem to like to be? But I'm no expert.

My PERSONAL favorite Unlikely Fringe Theory is that it was a mesonychid. See, some descriptions of the Beast claimed it had hooves. And while no modern carnivore has hooves, there is a prehistoric class of carnivores called mesonychids who are often described as "wolves with hooves" and whose appearance---monstrous head, longer tail---do match up pretty well with a lot of accounts.

Now, is it likely that a breeding population of huge prehistoric predators just...survived THAT long into the present and just NEVER got noticed by humans except this ONE time, and no other remains to indicate their survival have ever turned up? Yeah, no. But I really like the idea! That and the werewolf are my FAVORITE options, but in all likelihood it was a wolfdog(s) or escaped exotic.

#this is a pretty condensed version and mostly from memory #but I'd totally rec checking out youtube videos on it #there's some great ones with animation and puppets and stuff #but yeah its my fave historical mystery! #beast of gevaudan

[miyseung]

𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃

summary: being part of a gang that murders isn't as badass and cool as those silly romance novels make it out to be. it involves questions, regrets and tough decisions, including ones related to your ex, jay.

genre: angst

includes: exes to (not so) lovers, inaccurate gang life pls bear with me i don't do illegal shit *sob*, murder, death, blood, curse words, guns, jay is mentioned as a nepo baby, mentions of (g)i-dle minnie and soyeon and le sserafim chaewon, quite some flashbacks, not that good ngl, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything

pairing: ex! gang member! jay x ex! gang member! fem! reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i apologize for 1. not updating 'diary entries filled with her' i've been busy writing this and i've been too drained to upload those :( i'll start with them again tomorrow and 2. if this isn't all that good idk why i wasted time writing this but oh well

“Y/N, your target is agent JJXNG. He’s an assassin like you who’s part of the team trying to track us down.” You focused on Minnie in front of you, the leader of the gang you were a part of. You were her most trusted assassin and the one she assigned the most difficult targets to. Sometimes, you didn’t understand what kept you in this job, but all your doubts would clear whenever you saw the stacks of cash as your monthly salary.

“JJXNG. How long has he been with the squad?”

“Two years. He’s a formidable force though — sneaky rat. He slips out from right under our noses.” “I see. Any specific date I should get him dead by?” “As soon as possible, honestly. I’ll tell Chaewon to set up a lead in one of our usual alleys.”

“What about alley 96?”

“Perfect. See, this is why I love you so much.”

She patted your shoulder, grinning a little. You chuckled, but it was weak. Seeing that, her face wore a look of concern.

“Are you okay with doing this though? I know you’re going through that break up…”

You shook your head.

“I’ll be fine. Can’t let emotions get in the way, right? Anyway, it’s not like this involves him.”

“I understand if not though. I’ll just ask Soyeon.”

“Seriously, I’ll do it.”

She tilted her head questioningly, and you nodded. She sighed before letting go of your shoulder.

“Alright then, I’ll call you once Chae is done. Take care of yourself until then, hm?”

“I will. Take care, Minnie.”

She smiled, and you reciprocated the gesture.

Upon reaching your apartment, you went into your room, looking for a change of clothes. Hands moving through your wardrobe, you froze as they landed on a certain hoodie.

Jay’s.

You must’ve mistaken it as one of your own when you were returning all his stuff. You ran your hands slowly over the fabric which was surprisingly still somewhat warm. He bought it in the USA, and it was rather expensive. You often stole it from him to the point where he just gave up and gifted it to you.

Unfolding it, you had an internal debate over whether you should wear it. In the end, you took off the clothes you were wearing and wore the hoodie and a pair of comfortable leggings. Why leave it to collect dust?

Soon, you were on your bed, lazing around as you scrolled on your Instagram feed. Your eyes were looking at posts, stories, and reels, but your brain processed nothing. 

Jay.

Homemade cooking.

As if on cue, your stomach grumbled.

You buried your face in your mattress, groaning. Hell, you missed the taste of his food, but worse — you missed him.

You were yet to reach the acceptance bit of the five stages of grief, and it was hindering all your thoughts. Looking back at your phone, you closed Instagram and opened your gallery.

A major part of getting over someone was deleting the more intimate pictures with and of them.

Fuck it, you didn’t.

How could you, when the man was way too fine to be real?

You were holding on to slivers of what you used to have, and you knew it was unhealthy, but who were you to care?

Scrolling through all the pictures, different memories played in your mind by a broken record. Smiley, hot, cute, straight from hell, meme-worthy, sculpted by Michelangelo, jawline sharp enough to cut through a watermelon, goofy, with a guitar — your photo album of him had all genres of Park Jongseong, even his darkest and deepest ones.

If everything was so perfect, what went wrong?

You reflected on your three-year relationship with him. Arguments were few and far between the two of you. You spent a lot of time with him, he spoiled you a lot (even though you told him not to), he treated you like a princess, and you reciprocated it as much as you could. Even with all your missions with the gang, everyone would call you both the perfect couple.

Your parents adored him — he was their ideal son-in-law — and you couldn’t help but smile as you remembered the shy look on his face as they explicitly told him that. His parents were friendly with you. Sure, they were a bit awkward and haughty, but you had seen worse.

All this got you wondering…

Where in the middle of this dreamy paradise did the devil find his home?

He wouldn’t have cheated. He was too good-hearted for that…or at least you hoped.

You did a little digging after you both ended things, but (un)fortunately you had no evidence to support your claim, and couldn’t have any justified hard feelings towards him.

You had the events of that day burned in your memory — the day when the safe little bubble you lived in burst.

He was at your place, and you both were watching a movie together. Usually, you’d be cuddling with him, but that day, it was like he was doing his best not to let even an inch of his skin come in contact with yours. It hurt your feelings, sure, but you just brushed it off as him being on his man period.

A scene appeared on the screen where the main character and her love interest were having a cheesy date, and you turned to look at Jay, expecting a comment about how your relationship with him was better or a lovesick smile, or his lips puckering out in an awkwardly endearing manner, or- or- anything other than a blank stare and a frown. He noticed your gaze and his jaw tensed.

“Y/N…this-this- you and I…”

He took a deep breath.

“I can’t do us anymore.”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth opened and closed like a fish. Your hand reached for his instinctively, but he drew it back, showing that he wasn’t joking. 

“But- why? What’s-What’s going wrong? It’s nothing we…we can’t fix, you know- I’m sorry if I did anything, I’ll-I’ll change my ways, just please don’t-”

“It’s not your fault, okay? I just- my work is getting more time-consuming nowadays, and I don’t want to end up neglecting you in the process, Y/N. You deserve someone better.”

“I don’t need anyone else, Jay! You’re more than enough, you’re my everything! I don’t care if you have to spend less time with me, I understand and I’ll manage-”

“No Y/N, trust me. Plus…”

He looked away nervously, eyes staring at the paused screen as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Plus…?” “My parents disapprove.”

Silence.

“Oh.”

You couldn’t say anything against that. You knew how much Jay loved his parents, and you would never want to come between them.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wish it wasn’t like this.”

“That’s okay. I know- how they mean the world to you.”

“I’m not saying you don’t, but-”

“It’s fine, really.”

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I wish you all the best in your future endeavors, Y/N. I’ll never forget you. I just can’t.”

“You too, Jay. Good luck with your work.”

And just like that, he left.

A month ago.

You wanted to scream. This was like the millionth time that you thought about that day.

You seriously had to get something better to do in your life. 

Suddenly, a call came on your phone. You looked at the ID, and as you expected, it was Minnie.

“Y/N? Hello.”

“Hey, Minnie. Something up?”

“They took the bait literally an hour after Chaewon set it up.”

There was a snicker of amusement from her end, and you grinned a little to yourself as well over how stupid the squad was.

“Damn, they’re confident.”

“I know! They didn’t even wait!”

“It’s dumb.”

“Mhm. Anyway, those bitches set up the meeting date as fuckin’ tomorrow. Wild, no?”

“Seriously? So soon? Kinda feeling bad for JJXNG, the poor guy most likely isn’t even prepared.”

“Fools, really. Deserved. You’re up for it, right?”

“Of course. Time?”

“11 p.m.”

“Alright, I’ll see you at the base at 10:30 p.m. tomorrow. That good?”

“That’s perfect. Alley 20, by the way.”

The alley was quiet, the streetlights providing just enough luminescence for you to notice the outline of a man slowly approaching you. You gripped the pistol in your hand tighter, setting your arm to the side so that the guy wouldn’t notice.

The soft but heavy sound of his footsteps was slightly muffled by the drizzle that left you a bit soaked. Drops of water trailed from your hair to your face, and you wiped them off with your free hand.

The man was now close enough to you. He wore a mask just like you did, but his was black with ‘JJXNG’ written on it in bold, red letters.

This guy was bloody stupid.

There was something familiar in his gaze, but you brushed it off as deja vu. He seemed to be sizing you up, so you did the same. You noticed that he had a gun too, so you moved yours further behind your back. Looking into his eyes, you saw that there was a bit of confusion swirling in them.

“Agent JJXNG? Hard to pronounce.”

You chuckled dryly, but his eyes widened.

“You’re…ENZ? Wait, but-”

Why…why was his voice so familiar? The guy had the same tone as…as someone who had been a vital part of your life until a month ago, and then became a permanent resident in your head.

“Y/N?”

You froze.

“How- How the fuck do you-”

The same surprise. The same shock. The same concern.

“Jongseong…?”

He lowered his mask at you saying his name, and you could see how his mouth was agape with shock. You did the same, although your lips were pursed together in a thin line. 

“I didn’t expect to be seeing you so soon.”

His hands fidgeted with his pistol, and you realized.

You were tasked to kill him.

He stood still for a moment, seemingly going through the same dilemma.

“So, Jongseong, this is the work that’s been so time-consuming, hm? Did your parents approve of this?”

He gritted his teeth, remembering how he said those things as a reason for breaking up with you.

“Look, Y/N-”

“I’m not about to get together with you right now.”

“I’m not that desperate.”

That hurt, and you had no idea why.

“Do you promise to never keep secrets from me, Jay?”

You held out your pinkie suddenly, catching him off guard. The poor boy was just trying to cook.

“All of a sudden?”

He chuckled, before instantly locking pinkies with you.

“I promise, only if you do the same, love.”

You smiled at him, before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

You shook your head, not wanting to remember unfulfilled promises right now. Suddenly, your eyes focused on the gun pointed directly at your forehead and you winced, mentally slapping yourself for losing focus.

“Didn’t think I’d be doing this ever in my life, but here we are.”

His tone was cold yet cocky, which was annoying as hell. You reciprocated the gesture calmly, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Fuck. Should’ve seen that coming.”

He was in a pissy mood. You were in a pissy mood.

An irritated Jay plus an irritated you equaled disaster, which was why you usually avoided each other when both of you were emotionally heightened.

Unfortunately, circumstances didn’t allow that. You were at his house already mad, and you wanted to be with him to blow some steam off. He got some news from work that seriously angered him by the time you were there.

It started with you forgetting to wash the dishes once and ended up with the both of you having a screaming match in the living room. He complained that ‘you never cared about his feelings’ and you retorted by saying ‘he had extremely high standards’.

That was your first major argument, and it ended so badly that you didn’t contact each other for a week.

Why were you having all these flashbacks? You weren’t some anime protagonist. 

“Is this a race of who kills who first?”

“It’s always like that. I thought you had two years of experience under your Prada belt? Or are your targets handed to you on a silver platter as well?”

He scoffed at your remark. He never liked to be reminded that he was a nepo baby. He was always extremely humble and sweet, even if he occasionally didn’t understand seemingly normal things due to his upbringing.

But fuck it, to hell with him and his kindness.

“It just feels weird, since I’m killing you.”

Your grip on your pistol loosened.

“...yeah.”

His eyes were now filled with remorse as they softened.

“Frankly speaking, I don’t-don’t really know how I’ll go on- move on from this.”

He cared.

He still cared.

A week after that big fight, you had someone at your door — Jay.

When you saw him at your doorstep, all of your favorite snacks cooked by him in one hand and a necklace box in another, you didn’t know how to react.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”

He genuinely looked like he was going to burst into tears. You hugged him tight, and he buried his head in your shoulder, sniffling a little.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry too.”

“I thought I lost you, love. Please- don’t leave me.”

“I won’t, Jay. I never will.”

The rest of the day was spent with you both cuddling, eating, and (re)watching your favorite movies amongst many kisses.

And that’s how you both made up after every fight.

You struggled to come to terms with the fact that the same guy you used to watch Lady and the Tramp with was now pointing a gun at your forehead.

In his defense, you were doing the same thing.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I’ll count to three, and we pull the trigger at the same time when I reach 0.”

You didn’t know how to feel about that suggestion — it made too many things real.

You were going to die.

He was going to die.

You’d be the reason he died.

He’d be the reason you died.

You didn’t want to continue living after this. You didn't want to live holding the huge guilt of having murdered the sweetest guy on the planet. At this point, you were struggling to hold back tears.

“Sure.”

You steadied your arm, and he copied your action.

“3…”

The first day you both met.

“2…”

The day he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“1…”

Life while dating him.

“0.”

The day you both broke up.

The loud bang of your gunshot echoed throughout the alley, the rain accentuating it. The sound overpowered the clang of his gun falling to the ground, and his soft words.

“Y/N…I can’t. I can’t kill you. I still love yo-”

You opened your eyes and froze.

How did you just do that?

He should’ve killed you, you were dea-

Your eyes fell upon Jay’s body in front of you.

There was a hole in his forehead, and blood was trickling out of it. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, and you could only see the whites. There he lay, limp and lifeless.

And it was all your fault.

Then it hit you.

He didn’t shoot. 

He broke yet another promise.

You kneeled in front of him, letting yourself cry. You cradled him close just like how you used to whenever he had a bad day and you would comfort him.

“Jay…Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Why-Why didn’t you shoot?! Bastard, how do you want me to live now that you’re gone! You piece of- of absolute shit! I loved you, I love you and I will- simply continue to love you, and-and it’s going to hurt ‘cause you’re not here, damn it!”

You held him close, your salty tears mixing with his blood.

You couldn’t do it.

You couldn’t continue life knowing you were the reason he died.

You remained in that position, Jay’s body in your arms. Your warm hand gripped his cold one. It was weird how it still gave you comfort.

Your eyes darted around, before focusing on his gun in the pool of blood. You took it, deciding to finish his mission for him, not minding the red liquid staining your hand.

His gun was now on the side of your head.

“I love you, Park Jongseong.”

Another loud bang echoed in the alleyway.

#kpop fanfic #kpop #fluff #fem reader #K-pop x reader #kpop imagines #mallow's works #mallow's oneshots #enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #kpop bg #heeseung fluff #gang au #angst #jay fluff #jay angst #jay enhypen #jay #jay x reader #exes to lovers #kinda

[aepples]

listen here ok

idk if your sixth grade science teacher taught you this but she really should have

mine did and I'll never forget it but basically here's how to manufacture alcoholic beverages on a small scale

dont do this if ur a minor btw thats illegal and stuff

so first ur gonna need some shit ok

yeast. activedry or even instant will do. Big Yeast will try to tell you that you need special wine yeast but that's just a scheme to get you to buy more yeast.

water. if u dont have this u can prolly use Pepsi or smth but i havent tried it

strawberry hard candies. you can use any sugar source but i like to use these because they make what is undoubtedly the strongest shit ive ever had

a balloon. or a condom. or, if you're using a wide lipped container, a latex glove. youll see why ok

a container. preferably a cleaned out wine bottle but we're not gonna be picky here ok

hot glue and a gun. optional but preferable

a cork. you know why.

setp one

so first u take your grandma candies and dissolve them in water. you dont have to do it all the way but they won't fit through the lip of the bottle otherwise

setp two

take your wine bottle and get those candies and the water you dissolved them in into the bottle. then fill the bottle up to where it starts to taper in with warer.

sstep thre

pour in about a tablespoon of yeast. more if you're making a bigger batch. i usually eyeball it cuz im just good like that but ur gonna wanna measure it out ok

stepe for

cover the lip of the bottle with the palm of your hand so that a suction forms and shake the bottle. if it spills wine will ferment in ur carpet and then ur totally fucked so be careful with this step

spet five

pull a condom or balloon or something elastic that can stretch a lot over the lip of the bottle. theres a good reason ur not sealing it yet ok just trust

step six

find somewhere that people aren't going to go that will also not experience a lot of rainfall, because this shits gonna reek of alcohol in literal hours. i have a wine cellar in the swamp but ur gonna have to be creative . leave it there for about 2-3-4 weeks. dont open it. im so serious rn

sep 7

once uve WAITED. WAITED. because if you don't it will LITERALLY EXPLODEyou can open it. immediately after opening you have to cork it. just set the cork on the lip and shove it in ok. if it doesn't fit make it. im deadass rn istg. AND once you do that. hot glue over the cork and lip to form a seal. you can even put foil over it but we want this shit airlocked ok

and there u have it. a sealed bottle of wine. homemade. ez. you dont need an airlock even if they tell you do. its legit so easy

#in minecraft #life #life advice #how to #baking #recipe #shitpost #but not really #dont do this if ur a minor btw #im dead serious

[twst-x-oc-headcanons]

MC is from each character’s dorm (request from @justeclem44)

Heartslabyul

Ace Says you remind him of his brother. He then spends slightly too much time around you for it to be normal.

Deuce Declares himself to be your guardian, your hero of justice, always there to protect you. You don’t know what this means.

Trey Immediately greets you upon arrival and gives you the list of rules in an organized manner. His jaw tenses slightly as he does so.

Cater Ushers you into the dorm selfie booth, which is his cell phone and a shower curtain from Target.

Riddle Warmly welcomes you and asks if you will join the dorm’s poker tournament on Tuesday, which is illegal but not against the Queen of Hearts rules. When you are surprised and wish to question Riddle, Trey shakes his head, eyes wide, behind him. You join the tournament.

Savanaclaw

Jack Says something ominous like “Hey, that’s hell you’re walking into,” upon meeting you and then hands you a plate of homemade omurice. In other news, Disney’s Gap Moe Department is running a conservation campaign focused on reduce, reuse, recycle.

Ruggie In a shocking twist of events, gives you donuts.

Leona You never meet him because he does not leave his room. This is endearing and not a sign of depression.

Octavinelle

Jade Welcomes you to the family and reminds you he has eaten several of his siblings.

Floyd Does a backflip. He is a wild and crazy guy.

Azul Wriggles his fingers nefariously and asks if you have ever used a gun. For business purposes, of course.

Scarabia

Kalim Throws you a big party that costs a million dollars because he is rich and you are the perfect, amazing MC who everyone loves.

Jamil Plans the party and plots murder.

Pomefiore

Epel Shouts “Howdy, y’all” and gives you a big southern hug despite being from what is likely Canada or Iceland or something.

Rook Measures you.

Vil Forces you to engage in activities that enable his decent into mental breakdown. It’s alright, though, because his problems are socially unacceptable to talk about and thus no one will ever mention it. Also… he gives you a make-over. Nice!

Ignihyde

The staff has forgotten Ignihyde exists; please be assured that they will be reprimanded shortly in The Chamber.

Diasomnia

Sebek IS LOUD ABOUT IT.

Silver Sleeps.

Lilia Does something an old man would do but it’s funny because he is small.

Malleus Chants the ancient hymns and asks how to use eBay.

#ace trappola #azul ashengrotto #deuce spade #epel felmier #floyd leech #jack howl #jade leech #jamil viper #kalim al asim #leona kingscholar #trey clover #cater diamond #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #silver twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst x y/n #twst x you #twst imagines #twst interactions

[xenonmalachite]

"a little gremlin, Truss lives by the motto "if i cannot find trouble, i will invent it". an experiment who was found in a scrapyard, Truss picks up a lot of behaviour from her dad, Crosshairs. she's mischievous and full of life. she is never afraid to speak her mind. though, this meas she has no filter."

ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! new ref alert!!! here's Truss!!!

i'm so happy with how she turned out. she was so much fun to draw. i have given her freckles and a gap in her teeth now to make her just a bit more mischief

sweet lil kiddo. i also made her more like her parents.

Now, Personality and story time

Truss... is a very mischievous youngling. she's not old enough to transform yet but still finds a way to get into trouble. she isn’t a prankster, but her love of engineering at a young age has earned her the reputation of having a nose for trouble. She was an illegal experiment run by Caminus. They had taken Crosshairs’ CNA from a battlefield, and Loco Motion’s via a fake genetic survey. She was raised to be a city speaker from the time she was a newspark. Her city speaker abilities were as expected but she frequently had her personality get the better of her duties. Having had enough, she divised a way to escape, landing her on earth. It was there she met her biological father, Crosshairs, who found her in the scrapyard, though not before she shot at him with a homemade gun. That’s how Crosshairs got his scar. Through a joke CNA test after he’d took her under his and his wife’s wing, they found out their relation. As Truss began to know her now biological family, she began to feel more and more confident. She can be found tinkering in the workshop with her dad or in her room playing with her model trains. Now with a loving and encouraging family, she’s found herself to learn to grow. But that doesn’t exempt her from her mischief and she still doesn’t always listen.

#malachite arts #transformers oc #maccadam #my art #humanformers #bayformers #tf oc #transformers #tfp #tfa #transformers earthspark #tf cyberverse #tf bayverse #transformers g1 #maccadams

[lady06reaper]

A Lil Too Quiet

Just something I whipped up while on a South Park craze

Mostly based off of South Park The Fractured But Whole

GN used

word count: 1372

TW: cussing, chaos, suggestiveness towards the very end

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“I just… How?” 

“What the fuck?”

“ACK- My brain hurts trying to understand how this happened.”

“Don’t ask, I don’t even know myself,” I said as I was tied upside down with Mysterion who was in the same rope bundle as I am.

“Fucking cut us down!” The edgelord yelled.

~AT THE FREEDOM PALS HQ~

Human Kite, Tool Shed, Wonder Tweek, Mysterion, and I walked down the stairs to HQ. I sat down on my chair that I claimed with my many stab wounds etched into the fabric. Mysterion leaned against said chair, and everyone surrounded us with confused looks waiting for an answer. Prof. Timothy came through the crowd looking at Mysterion and I.

“The internet was so quiet while you two were out on patrol, a little too quiet for what happens when you two are on patrol. That’s why I sent Human Kite, Tool Shed, and Wonder Tweek out to find you two to see what was going on. Care to explain?” Prof. Timothy could’ve just easily read our minds but no, he wants us to say what happened like two little kids with a broken vase and a ball at our feet.

“Ask them, they were the one with the ‘most brilliant idea ever known to man’,” Mysterion gave me a side eye.

“It would’ve been if someone didn’t distract me!” I threw the shade right back at Mysterion. “I have been working on my ulti-bomb for months! Perfecting it down to the T and you just had to ask what I was doing!” I threw my arms up in the air in frustration. 

“What the hell is a ulti-bomb?” Human Kite questioned with a confused look on his face. Everyone shared the same look, he just had the gusto to actually ask.

“You remember all the drugs and alcohol that Conner put that cheesing shit in? Well I looked all over town for some and finally found it, combining it with my gunpowder, made with half lead and half homemade drugs, and a trash can with 8-inch mortars (A/N a mortar is a really big firework that they use for big firework shows and are generally illegal) welded around it, I created the ulti-bomb.”

Everyone looked at me like I just killed their dog, concerned looks and shocked expressions were shot my way.

“So what were you going to do with your creation?” Timothy questioned rather cautiously. 

“Let me start at the beginning.”

~A FEW HOURS BEFORE~

I had just escaped out my bedroom window onto the bush down below, making sure all the branches and leaves were off of me. I headed to Jimbo’s guns to get my lighter which was really a flame thrower rigged with diesel and kerosene instead of gasoline. Having that equipped I headed to where I had the ulti-bomb stored, and that's when I got caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” A raspy voice from up above asked. I looked up only to see Mysterion giving me an angry look.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to light my ulti-bomb and go on a joy-ride around town ultimately landing in Starks pond. I have it all planned out, Edgelord, so you can just toodle off and go do your emo shit,” I waved him off and grabbed the rope/fuse to drag the ulti-bomb to the fire site I had cleared out.

“I am not letting you blow up the town with your homemade borderline terrorist bomb!” Mysterion jumped in front of me blocking my path.

“I’m not going to blow up the town, I have the science down to where it’ll be more like a bottle rocket going up, then when I’m above the pond it’ll blow up in all pretty colors, like Aurora Borealis, and then it’ll go into the water so it doesn’t relight and then blow up the whole town,” I said matter of factly.

“And what’s that on your back?”

“A flamethrower to light the ulti-bomb, you can’t use a normal lighter or it won’t work.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Mysterion cocked his head to the side.

“It wouldn’t follow the path I had formulated it to, it just might blow the town up,” I thought about this town going up in flames, how many drug dens would be busted. But if that did happen I would be screwed. 

A local walked by holding a cigarette, he mumbled something along the lines of ‘fucking weird ass teens these days’. He dropped the still lighted cigarette bud right by some of the excess rope that laid on the ground. I heard a hiss and looked behind me to see the fuse lit and making its way towards the ulti-bomb.

“Oh fuck,” I said calmly. Before the bomb had time to go on its uncoordinated path, I grabbed Mysterion and jolted towards the bomb. Using what rope didn’t get lighted I tied us to the bomb and told Mysterion to hold on tight.

The ulti-bomb shot off the ground straight up, we both screamed our heads off. I could hear the cheesed drugs and alcohol inside the trash can combining with each other, I took my knife from its sheath and cut the rope that tied us to the ulti-bomb. We fell, plummeting towards the ground, before that happened I used the homemade flamethrower to push us away from the ground up towards a nearby building. The rope that tied us together caught on a flagpole, we got jerked by the rope before we hit a dumpster.

“No no no!” I shouted before looking up. The ulti-bomb blew up, and instead of the Aurora Borealis it was a bunch of middle fingers, dicks, vaginas, and boobs in the sky. “God damn it! The fucking tobacco messed it all up! Or maybe it was the nicotine? I’ll have to start from scratch and experiment more.”

“You vandalized the sky, we’re tied upside down, and you’re worried about making another one!? What the fuck is wrong with you!” Mysterion screamed in my ear, I moved my head as far away as I could to prevent ear damage.

“No need to yell when I’m right here!” I screamed right back.

~MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN ON SOME RANDOM ROOF~

“Where are they?” Human Kite asked out loud while landing by Tool Shed and Wonder Tweek.

“Who knows? Maybe they’re making out somewhere,” Tool Shed said.

“Or-or maybe, ACK-, they’re dead in an alley somewhere! Oh jeez!” Wonder Tweek freaked out at the thought of his two Freedom Pals dead somewhere.

Before anyone could say anything else, they heard a big *FWOOSH*. They looked up to see the metallic of the trash can glittering in the moonlight with two people falling down from it. The big boom drew their attention away, when they looked up, all they saw was middle fingers, dicks, vaginas, and boobs lighting up the sky.

“Found one,” Tool Shed remarked.

“And when there’s one, the other is bound to follow,” Human Kite finished.

~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~

Everyone was astonished at my story, wide eyes and opened mouths filled my vision when I looked at my fellow Freedom Pals.

“So basically you were trying to create an artificial Northern Lights? Aw, that's really sweet,” Professor Chaos said with a soft tone.

“Yes, I must agree with Chaos, that was really nice of you (super hero name),” Professor Timothy agreed.

“It would’ve been but no, someone just had to let that rando flick his cigarette bud towards the fuse,” I got up from my chair and looked Mysterion dead in the eyes.

“How was I to know that that would’ve happened?” Mysterion looked at me as well.

“I didn’t even know that that was going to happen. Well, back to the drawing board,” I started towards my lab, but was stopped when my hood was grabbed.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re coming with me,” Kenny dragged me by my hood towards the stairs, up to who knows where to most likely do things.

(A/N you can decide what the things are ;). Lemme know if y’all want a pt 2/continuation of this. Thanks for reading! Don’t do stupid shit with proper safety!)

#south park x reader #mysterion #south park #chaos #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader

[possumcollege]

I keep seeing this guy brought up as some kind of contemporary folk hero, and it's fucking gross.

Marvin Heemeyer, the killdozer guy was a petty, libertarian, asshole, who gave zero fucks if his homemade tank killed people. Do not believe the goddamn internet fanboys who say he only targeted property and empty buildings. He could've murdered god- knows how many if the city hadn't evacuated most of the town once he started ramming buildings and shooting at the police.

Heemeyer was a fairly successful business owner who bought cheap land for his muffler shop, then tried to get sweeter and sweeter deals when the people he bought it from wanted to buy it back to built an enclosed concrete batch plant. The buyers agreed to accept his price even as he jacked it up at every stage. They offered him a land swap at one point for property closer to the interstate, but he kept demanding additional improvements so the deal fell apart. At that point he spread rumors about the plant to gin up support to torpedo their building permits, purely out of spite. Once the town learned of his agenda they stopped supporting him.

Also worth mentioning that this entire time he had been illegally dumping raw sewage into irrigation ditches, contaminating the town's groundwater because his business didn't have any sewer lines. The city explained how he could go about linking up to nearby lines but he didn't want to pay. He was offered free assistance by city officials on multiple occasions and rejected it. Instead he turned the buried barrel of an old concrete truck into an improvised septic tank and pumped it into said ditches when it rained.

His business was never threatened, but he did harbor a number of insane grudges because he was a fucking crank. So he bought the bulldozer, loaded it up with guns and armor and drove out with a hit list of his personal enemies, which included the catholic church because he just flat hated catholics.

He shot at the police repeatedly, as well as the people who rolled out their own heavy construction equipment to try and stop this bizarre death-tantrum. He plowed into a library with children inside. He also attempted to use the guns he had on board to detonate a giant propane storage tank that could've killed hundreds of people. He demolished buildings that as far as he knew were still occupied. Then he got stuck in a hole and killed himself rather than face the consequences of his bullshit.

The legends of him being a good man pushed too far are horseshit. He simply didn't think laws should apply to him. Marvin Heemeyer was an asshole. He was an avatar of entitled white male rage and I will post as such whenever he's mentioned forever.

#killdozer #marvin heemeyer #urban legend #Granby Colorado

[thefreethoughtprojectcom]

​Japan's former president was just shot and killed by a home made shotgun, can we finally admit that gun bans don't work? If there is a will, there is a way.

#sinzo abe #the free thought project #japan #gun control

[beardedmrbean]

Two brothers who kept a “human sacrifice” hit list of cops, judges, politicians, celebrities and “banker scum” were nabbed with an arsenal of homemade bombs and ghost guns in their family’s Queens apartment, prosecutors said Monday.

Wannabe anarchists Andrew Hatziagelis, 39, and his 51-year-old brother Angelo were hit with a 130-count indictment after cops and federal agents seized a cache of weapons that included “improvised” explosive devices, body armor and a collection of AR-15-style and 9 mm ghost guns.

The pair also allegedly scribbled “hit list” on a scrap of notebook paper that included a list of potential targets that also listed “corporate scum.”

“Wipe out the scum,” the disturbing note said. “Wipe out the earth,” with the lines marked as “chorus – hit list.

“Human sacrifices,” a written rant on a separate page said. “Permitable but only for the corrupt rapists, pedophiles, murderers, politicians, judges.”

The busts came after a joint operation with the Queens District Attorney’s Office, the NYPD and the US Department of Homeland Security.

“The city is safer today,” Queens DA Melinda Katz said in a statement on Monday. “We cannot measure the number of lives that were saved but we do know that these weapons will never hurt anyone.”

Investigators said they uncovered an ‘arsenal’ of bombs and weapons in an Astoria apartment, including homemade devices and instructions on building ghost guns and other weapons. Queens DA

Brothers Andrew and Angelo Hatziagelis allegedly kept bizarre notes that included a hit list naming everyone from cops and celebrities to “corporate scum” and “banker scum.” Queens DA

The Hatziagelis brothers ran a ghost gun manufacturing operation inside the apartment they shared with their mother and another brother on 36th Avenue in Astoria, according to the indictment.

Cops executed a search warrant at the home on Jan. 17 and discovered the alarming arsenal.

Among the weapons seized were eight homemade bombs, one partially constructed trip-wire bomb, two loaded AR-15-style rifles and two 9 mm semiautomatic handguns — all of them untraceable ghost guns — 600 rounds of ammunition and three sets of body armor, officials said.

Andrew Hatziagelis, 39, was charged with storing a cache of illegal weapons in the family’s Queens home. Queens DA

Angelo Hatziagelis, 51, was charged with keeping a stash of illegal weapons in his family’s Queens home. Queens DA

Authorities said the Hatziagelis brothers had eight homemade bombs in their Queens apartment, along with a collection of ghost guns. Queens DA

In addition, the brothers allegedly had a series of notebooks with bomb-making instructions along with “anarchist-related propaganda” and 3D printers used for manufacturing ghost gun parts.

“Today’s charges underscore the harsh reality that our communities contain a small number of people who conceivably harbor evil intent,” NYPD Commissioner Edward Caban said in a statement.

“This cache of weapons — including explosives and untraceable 3D-printed ghost guns — had the potential to wreak horrendous carnage,” Caban said.

The two brothers are due in court on Feb. 15, and each faces up to 25 years in prison if convicted.

#nunyas news

[riflebrass]

I just watched a video on the North Hollywood shootout and I can't help but feel impressed. Seriously fuck those guys and they deserved to die, but they still had a rather impressive thing going. All I really knew going into this is that they had guns illegally converted to full auto and homemade body armor, well that and that the police had to go into a gun shop to get some rifles because their pistols and shotguns were so ineffective. Just the fact that the shooters made armor and converted rifles to full auto shows that they knew what they were doing.

Before the shooting they took a heavy dose of barbiturates to keep their nerves calm. In a shootout that adrenaline rush can really affect your accuracy and decision making. With all their robberies they carried a ton of ammo just in case it turned into a sustained fire fight. They even had backup rifle kits in case something happened to their primaries. Then there were the tactics. After running out of the bank they were bounding where one shooter laid down covering fire while the other ran to the parking lot then turned and laid down covering fire for the first guy. One of the shooters was injured in the left hand so he just lifted his entire left arm to brace his rifle against. He switched from his AK to an HK91. During the fire fight he laid out his stuff for another AK realizing he would likely have to switch to that next.

After the shootout it was found that they even had a dummy business at an abandoned warehouse as a front to launder the money from previous robberies.

And I just want to reiterate fuck these guys. They're not heroes. They're not good guys. They deserved to bleed out in the streets. Still I'm impressed at how much work they put into this. These weren't just two guys who grabbed some guns and hoped for the best. They planned this stuff out pretty thoroughly and when those plans went to shit they put up a solid fight. Just a shame that they chose a path of threatening to kill others to steal shit. And in one armored car robbery they were suspected of committing a guard had been killed so again fuck these guys lol.

[ausetkmt]

CBS Colardo: Self-proclaimed white supremacist and convicted felon held on weapons charges after trying to establish "white private community" in Colorado

A Colorado man has been ordered held in federal detention and his 11 guns were seized after the FBI says he illegally possessed those guns. He allegedly professed Nazi and white supremacist sympathies and wanted to establish a "white private community," according to investigators, in Fremont County, southwest of Colorado Springs.

Chad Edward Keith, 41, has been charged with possession of a firearm by a prohibited person due to a previous federal weapons conviction. If convicted on the new charges, he could face a fine and up to 10 years in prison.

Keith bought two adjacent properties and is alleged to have been planning to build a school for kids younger than high school-age with an "anti-Semitic curriculum." 

Eleven guns, along with ammunition, were seized at Keith's property by federal agents, including:

A .300 Magnum bolt action rifle with no serial number;

Mossberg 500 12-gauge shotgun;

Savage model 93 R17 17HMR caliber;

Glock 21 .45 caliber;

Scoped bolt action rifle with a hand-engraved serial number;

Winchester model 62A, .22 caliber;

Century Arms C308 Sporter;

Ruger 10/22 .22 long rifle;

Mossberg 590 12-gauge shotgun;

Century Arms WASR-10 7.62x39mm caliber;

Ruger Super Redhawk .44 magnum.

Keith pled guilty in 2003 to one count of possessing a "destructive device," a felony, for which he was sentenced to four years in prison, according to the U.S. Department of Justice.

While his indictment doesn't detail that original conviction, news articles and court documents from 1999 through 2004 show a man with the same name and age as Keith having been charged and later convicted of planting a homemade bomb in the bathroom of Coushatta High School in Coushatta, Louisiana, where a Chad Edward Keith, 18 years old at the time, was a senior.

The bomb was detonated, causing damage to the school, but it was evacuated before it could go off and no one was injured, according to the Associated Press.

Court records show Keith is being represented in the Colorado case by the Federal Public Defender's Office.

In his indictment, Keith allegedly expressed antisemitic viewpoints to the FBI informant. He "has described himself as both a "National Socialist" and a Nazi. I know from my training and experience that the term "national socialism" describes a white supremacy ideology consistent with Nazism," a special agent with the FBI's Joint Terrorism Task Force wrote in her application for an arrest warrant.

Keith allegedly told the informant he has some "serious fucking concerns" that he would "absolutely" die for.

He's due back in court on June 12 and a jury trial has been set for July 24.

#colorado #white supremacists #nazi #white hate #Self-proclaimed white supremacist and convicted felon held on weapons charges #held on weapons charges after trying to establish “white private community” in Colorado

[georgebbwbush]

why is everyone talking about japan's gun laws? it's not like abe got shot with an illegally acquired normal gun; the man got blown away by some dude's homemade cyberpunk blunderbuss...like gun laws aren't even relevant in this discussion lmao

[rametarin]

So it turns out Shinzo Abe was killed by a homemade shotgun.

It’s too bad Japan doesn’t have gun control, that may have saved his life. (/sarcasm.)

Maybe this is a call for action to DO SOMETHING. I’m sure if they just make sure that those licensed hunters with mandatory monitored gun safes and constantly renewed licenses and registrations and tests are harder and more stringent and even more draconian, Shinzo Abe would not have been shot!

Clearly they need to punish law abiding Japanese gun owners even more, to somehow prevent these homemade illegal guns from being made on an isolated island in the middle of the sea.

The answer, clearly, is more government to monitor everybody for even the slightest sign of potential to hand-make a firearm and ammunition, just to make sure no one can have a gun that the same corrupt, racist government, doesn’t want to have a gun.

[oleolesimeeligen]

Dean 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 Tulip

childhood trauma

family curse

orphans

unwanted by one parent

alcoholic legal guardian

leather jacket

cute little outfits

pretty

badass

rock music and cheap beer

in love with their vintage chevy

supernatural bestie named cas(s) who's in love with them

catholic boyfriend

lost a daughter

were trapped in purgatory

fucked their vampire friend

had a thing with a man named victor

atheists who met god

wanted to go to the beach

fear of abandonment

obsessed with guns

hero complex

were diagnosed by a psychiatrist against their will

con (wo)man

were in rural kansas when the show began

died at the end

did so much illegal stuff

adopted a dog

came back from death

put things in their mouth

took cas(s) to a brothel

liked kids

homemade explosives

refused to leave without cas(s)

played house with cas(s) and god's grandson

mentally scarred by a sadist from hell

drove everywhere

#im sure there's more but i have shit to do #dean winchester #tulip o'hare

[qupritsuvwix]

The basic tendency of every automatic weapon is to unload itself downrange pronto. In order to make an automatic firearm controllable, you have to limit the rate at which it can waste ammunition. To turn a semi-automatic firearm into a fully automatic weapon, the limiter has to be removed or modified. These bullet hoses, yes, are capable of emptying a magazine almost instantly. But they are not “machine guns”. At most they are a sloppy version of a submachine gun, rarely capable of being reloaded and fired again successfully because they get too hot to hold.

#atf #don’t believe the hype