a very large weapon

Why millions of Americans — including me — own the AR-15
What everyone is getting wrong about the weapon behind some of the worst mass shootings in America.
By Jon Stokes

“The AR-15 is not an “automatic weapon.” As we’ll see shortly, the range of firearms that fall (to one degree or another) into the category of “AR-15” is staggeringly diverse, but one thing they all have in common is that they all fire only one round with each pull of the trigger. In contrast, the AR-15’s military sibling, the M16, is capable of fully automatic fire, which means that the gun will keep spitting out bullets as long as the trigger is pressed and the magazine is loaded…

“…My point in bringing up the lever action rifle is that civilians have been buying “weapons of war” for a very long time, since the black powder musket days. This is partly because soldiers who come home from wars to enter civilian life often want to buy a version of the weapon they were trained on and trusted their life to. And it’s also because “military grade” is widely (if sometimes mistakenly) understood to mean “this technology has been tested in the real world, the kinks have been worked out, and its reliability and effectiveness have been proven in the field by an entity with the resources of an entire nation at its disposal.” Thus it is that since the dawn of the gunpowder age, gun buyers have snapped up military hardware, because that is often the very best hardware they can get their hands on. In this respect, today’s AR-15 buyers are no different than yesteryear’s lever action rifle buyers….

“…The AR-15 is less a model of rifle than it is an open-source, modular weapons platform that can be customized for a whole range of applications, from varmint control to taking out 500-pound feral hogs to urban combat. Everything about an individual AR-15 can be changed with aftermarket parts — the caliber of ammunition, recoil, range, weight, length, hold and grip, and on and on. In the pre-AR-15 era, if you wanted a gun for shooting little groundhogs, a gun for shooting giant feral hogs, and a gun for home defense, you’d buy three different guns in three different calibers and configurations. With the AR platform, a person with absolutely no gunsmithing expertise can buy one gun and a bunch of accessories, and optimize that gun for the application at hand. You can even make an AR-15 into a pistol….

“…So the “defensive rifle” (as opposed to the “assault rifle”) is a nonsense idea that exists only in the minds of people who know nothing about guns. This being the case, you can’t fault gun owners for not buying or building such a weapon, because that is not a real thing and never will be. An assault rifle is a defense rifle, and a defense rifle is an assault rifle; these two concepts are identical — such is the very nature of armed combat, in which one person is trying to prevent himself from being killed by killing the other guy first. Anyone who “needs” a defense rifle “needs” an assault rifle, because they are the same…

… “You may reject all of the rationales offered above, which is fine. It’s totally respectable for you to admit that you don’t believe the rationales for AR ownership outlined above are legitimate, and therefore we should outlaw civilian ownership of a very large category of weapons. But what isn’t respectable is to argue this way, and then to turn around and claim that “nobody is coming for your guns!” That’s insulting, and we both know it isn’t true. Stop doing that. If you’re serious about banning guns, you can talk about banning all semiautomatic guns, or about restricting guns to a list of approved models or actions. This is may not be politically realistic at the moment, but at least it’s consistent and rational. But talk of banning just the “AR-15” — as if that’s a specific model of gun that you can just up and ban — is technologically infeasible and ultimately counterproductive.

Why I hate coconuts

We were playing Dungeons and Dragons and coming up to the big finale boss fight. House rules are that three 20s = instant kill.

The party decided to allow their pet sentient cactus to fight along with them after teaching it how to throw and retrieve a coconut. I went along with it for the laughs, treating it as an improvised weapon with pretty large negatives on dice rolls.

The very first round of the fight went to the cactus. The cleric instructed Needles the Cactus to throw his coconut at the boss.

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MFW my uberboss was one-shotted with a coconut

MFW I had to think of how a coconut, thrown by a two-foot tall walking cactus, had managed to slay a black dragon.

Large Races: The Mechanics of Creation

Originally posted by SwordMeow

Large races operate under another ruleset that takes precedence over other rules because of their size. These rules apply to all races of large size, unless altered in that specific race.

This overarching ruleset can also be applied to any other races that the DM may wish to be large, whether through simple tweaking or the creation of new race options altogether.

This ruleset is intended to mean that being large is better than being medium or small, and the races are balanced accordingly.

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The accords were always a disaster in the making

I can’t stop chewing over this huge plot hole and I think until I write this down, I won’t stop, so even though I know no one is going to read this, I have to put it down in words. Ever since the first trailer for Captain America: Civil War, I’ve had this huge WHAT THE FUCK reaction that I’ve been holding on to, hoping that the movie would somehow make the UN sanctioned accords make sense to me, or at the very least, the side objecting to them would point out what a huge, huge mistake this would be with actual, you know, facts. That exist. In the world. And I was really stunned that at no point did anyone point out what a disaster they could be, because of what an actualfax disaster the UN has often been at oversight and peacekeeping. 

It would have taken less than ten minutes for them to dig up some real-world examples of disastrous policies that led to the slaughter of thousands of innocent people, and given those arguments to someone on the team as a basis for their suspicion of what the accords intended to do. But I’m equally baffled by why they had Tony and Rhodey coming out in favor of the accords and the UN and Thunderbolt Ross, for god’s sake, when they would know these things because of the nature of their jobs, and Vision because he has access to all that information in the databanks.

If you’re not familiar with the giant shitstorm that is often UN peacekeeping work and human rights oversight, here are a couple of Greatest Hits for you–and these are just a few that have happened within Tony’s and Rhodey’s lifetime. 

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anonymous asked:

Any tips for writing guns + gun scenes ?

Guns are ranged weapons.

No, really, people forget this one a lot. A gun, whether it’s a pistol, a rifle, or a gattling gun, is meant to be used at range. If the opposing person is within eight to ten feet from the person with the gun and the gun is still in its holster, they won’t have time to clear it before they’re reached. The advantage of the gun is distance. If your character is using their gun at close range, then they are making a mistake. If your character is pressing a semi-automatic pistol against another character’s body, then they are (usually) going to be disabling the pistol. On most semi-automatics, pressing the slide back will unseat the battery (the chamber that holds the bullet about to be fired), and it will temporarily disable the weapon.

This is actually one of the main issues with the gun as a self-defense weapon. Most self-defense situations happen within the eight foot range, usually within grabbing distance. Reaching for the gun first is a great way to get killed if they’re too close.

The gun is not some ultimate god weapon or instant win button. In all it’s types, they very effective and dangerous. However, like any weapon, they also come with disadvantages and situations where they don’t shine. This is the main reason for training with and carrying different kinds of guns, and also different kinds of weapons such as knives and training in hand to hand.

There are many different kinds of guns and they all come with their own quirks

“Guns” is a very broad term for a very large variety of weapons. When I say it, I usually think of semi-automatic pistols but really if you’re also thinking assault rifle, shotgun, black powder pistol, machine gun, or blunderbuss, you wouldn’t be wrong. This is long before we leave general categories and get into sub categories like compact, sub compact, automatic, semi-automatic, pump action, and different manufacturer. Many writers (including me when I’m lazy) will use terms like “gun”, “pistol”, or “rifle” to convey a general term and, you know, that works with characters how have no idea how to tell a Glock 17 from a Colt 1911 to a Smith & Wesson. However, if you’re writing a character who owns a gun, then they should probably know what it is.

There’s a wide range of variety amongst the different manufacturers. Not all pistols will carry the same amount of ammunition. Different manufacturers are popular in different areas of the country. While the Glocks are very popular amongst law enforcement groups in the United States, for example, each precinct has their own preferred standard. It varies, sometimes wildly.

So, do your homework.

You want to write about characters using guns, then you need to research them. Find out how they work, find out how to care for them, find out different scuttlebutt, research the different pistols you see characters using in movies and television shows. Research the history behind those weapons, see if the production staff has ever offered up any particular information on why they picked those particular ones and not others. You can use a character’s choice in their weapons to communicate character traits and their combat preferences. Source the real world information on it. That way, you can make executive decisions and you sound more like you know what you’re talking about. (You do!)

Besides, you’ll never know if you never look. One part of being a writer is the acceptance of being a student. Go through gun manuals at your library. Learn about the different kinds. Visit a gun range. Take a few lessons. You don’t ever have to like guns or approve of them, but you should make an effort to figure them out. (Yes, some handguns have a safety that’s a button, some have a switch, and some don’t have them at all.)

Never fire until it’s empty

Continuously firing until you run out of ammunition is a Hollywood trope and a mistake made by people who don’t know how guns work. You don’t drive your car until it runs out of gas. Don’t get caught trying to shoot someone with an empty gun. Also, save those magazines for later, don’t just toss them on the ground, bullets, and magazines, are expensive to replace.

Count your bullets

Your characters can’t really keep track of their enemy’s bullets (and if you’re writing from their perspective you shouldn’t either honestly, not having a full picture of what what the enemy is doing keeps them worrying and tension high), but they should try to keep in mind how many they have.

One bullet is not enough

If you’re going to shoot someone, then shoot them several times. This usually means three to five times to center mass, or until they stop moving. A single bullet is not a guarantee that they are out of the fight. People are durable, they can take quite a bit of punishment and keep going. Guns are not magic, neither are bullets. So, don’t get cocky.

The sign of skill is not in how few bullets a character needs to get their job done, it’s in how efficiently they work and how well they cover their ass. Their ability to close off alternate avenues, to lock their opponent into a predictable path, and finish them off at minimal risk to themselves. A character who is ignoring basic procedure because they think the rules don’t apply to them is an idiot. Yes, the rules still apply to them. Yes, they should probably shoot that guy or girl several times to make sure he’s/she’s down. If they aren’t doing that, then there should probably be consequences.

The bullets have to end up somewhere

So, where are they? Bullets will continue to travel until they hit something. A responsible shooter tries to ensure they don’t hit someone unintended in the process. Bullets go through walls, car doors, and plenty of other objects. Fire randomly into a crowd and you will hit someone, though probably not the one you wanted. Blow through and overpenetration are real issues. Shoot someone with the big ass hand cannon and you may end up hitting someone in the next room. It could be a friend, family member, or random stranger. Manslaughter is still manslaughter. If your character is going to shoot at a burglar, it’s best if they don’t accidentally murder the neighbor’s cat. (Or their neighbor.)

This is all a really fun way of saying: not only do accidents happen, there’s a element of random chance at play no matter who you are. As the writer try to keep track of ammunition spent and where it landed.

Don’t shoot into the sky

What goes up, must come down. Falling bullets can still kill you, protagonist or not, or anyone close to you. This is a real problem that affect real (stupid) gun owners in real life who have watched too many action movies.

If you must fire a warning shot then, please, aim at the ground. It’s safer. Shrapnel will still be a problem and the bullet could bounce, but at least your character has some idea of which direction it went.

Go to a gun range

I didn’t really become comfortable with writing guns until Starke took me shooting. Not until I actually held one (several, actually) in my hands. Practicing on different ones really hammers in the idea that they don’t all feel the same or fire the same, and how loud they are.

In the end, the best teacher is experience. Now, there may be extenuating circumstances for why you personally can’t do this but it’s something everyone should consider.

The best way to develop skill at writing about anything is to learn about it and go in with an open mind. Make an effort. You will be rewarded with knowledge.


weird shit from work 2k17

(artefacts management/all-purpose helper and errand boy at a naval museum)

  • at least 30% of the time when we initially dig something up from the corner of the storage room or the office we have no fucking idea where it came from. This has happened with several weapons including a very large sword
  • one of the displays has a radio loop for Atmosphere so sometimes I just get jumpscared by Glenn Miller Orchestra's “In The Mood”
  • mannequin parts everywhere. There’s four torsos in my makeshift office in the storage room and two detached heads in the bottom drawer (both of which look like the Female Titan borrow Donald Trump’s spray tan)
    • the delightful experience that was hauling one of said mannequins across the museum, and lemme tell you, there’s nothing quite like struggling to carry a headless torso whose only discernible features are shoulders and crotch and then running into your grandfather who when sarcastically asks if the mannequin is your dance partner
  • this car I saw in the parking lot: 

and yes you’re right those are horses in the background, I went outside after work today and someone had just… put them there and set up a fence

  • the inexplicable theme days among the staff that no one ever tells me about yet somehow everyone else is always on top of, such as Pie Wednesday (every wednesday), Hawaiian Shirt and Kilt Day (don’t ask. I’m also not sure if this exists or if it’s an inside joke borne from Walter’s bizarre fashion sense) and birthday cake on the third thursday of every month
  • my boss’ taste in pop culture, which is to say that he references the Muppets at least once a week
    • my boss in general, who is the most hyperactive 56-year-old man I’ve ever encountered
    • that time he and I stopped in one of the basement storage rooms to say hi to a pal; said storage room is where they keep all the guns so we ended up just geeking out over the flintlocks and derringers for a few minutes
  • There are stray screws and bolts everywhere. I don’t know where they all come from but every time I kneel down to pick something up, there’s also a little chrome screw or two right within arms’ reach. This has happened in four different rooms in four different parts of the building.
  • I’ve handled actual weapons and various knives/crafting and construction tools without injury and yet I’ve instead managed to hurt myself several times on the edges of painting frames and my wobbly office chair
    • which I managed to make not-wobbly by fastening the bar on the seat with one of the 1239478632918 screws I’ve found
The Forgotten

     Nardin looked the armor over that rested on the stand. It was very worn and very plain. Massive dents covered the armor, and in a few places one could find the obvious signs of where a sword had pierced it. The armor was mainly plate, with chain covering the joints. The shield that rested against the armor was in worse shape. 

       The shield was made from a heavy, thick wood. With sheets of iron bolted on in places to help reinforce it. Spikes lined the bottom, designed to allow the person with the shield to plant it into the ground. Acting as a form of cover one could hide behind. But there were some very large gaps in the wood, places where a weapon had broken through completely. 

      Nardin sighed, he knew this gear would never be good enough for real combat. But it was all he had, and for training, it would be enough. He knew the Harboson company would expect better from him. They were kind enough to employ and train him. But this armor is what the other Paladins had given him. It was given to him as a parting gift, since being kicked out of the church.

      According to the high priest, he was touched by the Fel. And therefore tainted with something dark. Of course Nardin had no idea what the man was talking about. He remembered no such event, in fact, he did not remember his own name. Everything about who he was, had been torn away from him. As if he was simply just born as an adult. 

     The priest told Nardin that he was rescued by his old unit. A group of paladins assaulted some sort of demonic fortification. And freed him from the grips of some giant winged demon. They said he was strapped to a table, surrounded by bottles of alchemical liquids. And some sort of green crystal was floating above his head. A greenish light was drawing energy directly from his mind. Or so they said, it did not matter. Nardin did not remember anything, he barely remembered how to function as a human being.

     He was supposed to be a paladin as well, but he could not figure out how to use his powers. He had barely learned how to channel mana, but still he could not summon the Light to aid him. And no matter what he tried, he failed to conjure and summon any powers a paladin should have. Because of this and the taint of the Fel. He was cast out.

    As Nardin stared at the armor he decided it best not to dwell on these past events. Elstine, the boss of Harboson, had hired him and agreed to see him trained. And since then, Nardin had spent every moment he could with a sparing partner or a training dummy. His nights were spent in bed with training manuals. Trying to regain some of what once was, even though he felt slow and stupid. 

    Whenever Nardin spoke to people, he always fumbled with his words. Stuttering and blushing as he shoved words out of his mouth. The only thing that seemed to really go well for him. Was the muscle memory, any melee weapon he picked up. Combined with his shield, seemed to work just fine for him. Though he could not remember how to best use them, his body responded and hefted the items with little issue. 

    Nardin went about getting dressed and ready for the day. Pulling on the heavy over shirt. And then slipping the chest and arms of the old armor on. He was not fast, but he knew what he had to do now. The straps were easier to manage, and the armor no longer bit into his skin when he put it on.

    Once he was covered from shoulder to foot in armor. He leaned down and grabbed the shield. Slinging it onto his back he stretched out a bit. He then tied the large belt around his waist, he hooked the scabbard into place. Grabbing the old sword that laid on his bed. He looked it over, it was old and had seen plenty of use. But it was in great condition, he oiled it and took good care of the blade. It was the best looking item out of it all. Sliding it into the scabbard he turned toward the door. 

    Walking over to the door, he grabbed the dented helmet from the foot of the bed. Placing it under his arm, he opened the door and head out. He was hungry, and some sort of pastry and coffee sounded good. He had no idea what foods he liked, but for some reason those both sounded good. 


The Executioner is a very large foe wearing a blood-soaked black cloth over his head that conceals his face, and a large black apron, tattered and soaked in blood, very tall and has the physique of a power-lifter. He also has dozens of nails protruding from every few square inches of his exposed skin, including three very large hooks impaled into his back. His most notable feature, however, is his weapon of choice: a very large and heavy axe with what appears to be an over-sized hammer opposite to the blade, attached with chains.

Fun fact! Steve Rogers fights badguys with his penis!

No seriously. Stay with me. I promise I’m not ENTIRELY full of shit.

As we all know, Steve Rogers uses his shield as his only real weapon.

His shield is a round convex bossless very large shield. The closest shield to his would be the shield used by Ancient Greek soldiers. This shield was usually called an aspis.

However, we also know that Steve is heavily armoured, making him not a regular soldier but a hoplite. Hoplites being specifically named after their especially heavy aspides which was called a hoplon.

Hoplon has a number of other meanings, the most salient of which is penis.

Therefore, Steve Rogers, Captain America, fights badguys with his penis.

mahounico  asked:

Hello! What advice would you have for carrying a very large realistic weapon prop in public? The weapon I am referring to is Yoko Littners rifle as well as Sinons rifle.. i can't put those in bags or anything so I was wondering if you had any tips!

These are some suggestions I have for making props less threatening:

  • Cover it in bags if possible. This might mean using multiple full size garbage bags, but concealing it and make it less threatening.
  • cosplayconfidently also mentioned this, but using a sign can be an effective way to mention that it is a prop, especially in situations where it is too large to cover. “Costume prop” does nicely :)

  • @SIRPATCHWORK suggested making the prop collapsable / able to be taken apart. This also makes transportation and storage easier ;)

  • Handling the item as a prop, and not a weapon, is ideal. If you have a foam sword and start swinging it around it’s pretty threatening, a foam sword you lean against the wall is not. Same with pointing guns at people, even if it’s fake it can make them uncomfortable.

Keep local laws in mind and check convention policies, some cons will ask that you don’t show props in public at all!

Hope this gives you some ideas. Anyone else have suggestions?

anonymous asked:

No matter what though Sam was/is spending time with these 'girls' that he's been affiliated with. Abbie was around a lot and they did stuff together and I think they actually were dating. Cody I believe was just a random hook up that became stalkerish, then you have amy with the pool video and sitting in Sam's lap and basically getting into a cat fight with Cody over him. And now there's MM he is still spending time with her either way, winery, bb game and Montreal.

Ok anons, one last time for those in the back- and only because this is so much fun for me to do- I will humor this ask with an answer. But seriously, guys, could you send some hard questions once in a while, ‘cause this is one is starting to feel a bit like shooting fish in a barrel….

Abbie, now that one was a good find for Purv, I think she stuck with the game the longest, and played with the most subtlety, managing most of her innuendo through cleverly laid out and accessorized pictures of food. Quite an undertaking, to be sure. But what actually was between them? The little sister of Sam’s Christmas movie costar, and an aspiring actress who got a very small part in a very small movie before abandoning acting for a teaching job, he and Abbie met when she was fourteen or so. She and her sister worked together on Henrile la Worm, a healthy eating project for kids that Sam promoted quite a bit before he started the MPC. So it appears that there is at least an acquaintanceship there. They even had a brief Twitter conversation about food back when Sam was stranded in NYC during hurricane Sandy. Sam appears to have helped her when she decided to get fit and start a healthy lifestyle blog. She spent some time in Glasgow, most likely at one of the fight camp training sessions held at Valbo’s gym and then did an MPC challenge by going up a Munro with Sam, and presumably the other members of his climbing party, as guide(s). The pictures that she posted of her “weekends” in Glasgow can all be attributed to this time. A bunch of pics taken close together but easily posted out to appear to be over many visits, and the dinner at the Glasgow restaurant that she implied came after the implied “shooting afternoon”
is most likely the “cozy dinner” that the climbers enjoyed after the Munro climb that she posted about but never got round to showing the picture of. She apparently had some access to his flat, which appeared to be unlived in from the lack of anything at all on the countertops except two recognizable coffee mugs strategically placed in the background in the one wide shot she got of the place, and in another shot in a local juice bar she featured the edge of a scarf in a pattern that Sam had been seen wearing. Perhaps since she was a friend he let her stay there in lieu of a hotel? He surely was living in with Cait by that time. She also had some access to Sam, as a friend surely would, and she is seen in a leaked picture sitting between Sam and his mum along with many other people on a sofa at a family party. There is no hint of any intimate connection in their pose. She had also turned up in LA during the time that Sam was there on hiatus shooting When the Starlight Ends. But she was there with a girlfriend who was engaged to be married and wanted a last hurrah in a warm place. Abbie managed no pictures with Sam, or even with any of his belongings during this time, which suggests that if they met at all it was quite brief.
For Sam’s part he was busy. Working. And in LA, filming videos for fan get togethers from what seems to be Cait’s flat saying how much he missed Cait while she was away filming in NYC. And before she left Cait posted a pic prominently featuring his favourite almond butter sitting on the table along with her cat.
Abbie also turned up to NYC for the premiere of season 1b, but no posts suggesting she had any access to Sam at all during this time. She wasn’t at the screening or the after party either, odd for a girlfriend to be so overlooked…then Abbie went to a resort in Barbados.
For Sam’s part he was busy going to Cait’s BFF’s play and live tweeting from a hotel bed with Cait. Sam turned up in Miami airport in a very delayed fan pic post dressed in the same clothes he had worn on an appearance on Good Friday. If he and Cait slipped away to Miami for a long weekend over Easter since her production wasn’t shooting that weekend it would explain the obviously hotel bed that the live tweeting happened from that next day on Saturday evening. And other than ignoring her in Monte Carlo and leaving her to find her way back home alone from there in his haste to get back home, even though he wasn’t due back in the studio for several days, that is the sum of their “relationship”. Only one picture even in the same room together from the whole time- and no invites to premiers or other functions despite her obvious availability to attend. Hmmmmm……

And Cody. Sam’s one and only! That is, she is the only one who was “official”. That is she was pretty obviously an “official” publicity stunt set up by their shared publicist to get Sam’s reputation as a “Single Guy” some help. They both visited the props museum, (together, or separately, who knows?) and took pics standing alone in front of the Delorean from Back to the Future. Sam even made a comment on Cody’s pic. Then came the Halloween party where she and Sam were supposed to get papped walking out together- oooh, so romantic! But what we got was a video of an exasperated Sam standing on the sidewalk signing autographs whilst waiting for the doormen to locate his “date”. Apparently she was having such fun away from his side all evening (several pics show some serious fun, and none of it involving Sam) that she couldn’t even be located when Sam decided it was time for the Walk To The Car. When the call came that she had been found and presumably been made ready to leave Sam went back inside and the two of them then made their Grand Exit. Sam in the lead walking with great purpose towards the car and never a look back, and Cody following behind teetering a bit on her heels. When he reaches the car he turns and waits for her and then bundles her into the car with no courtesies at all- most unloverlike! Just outside the establishment door Cody does attempt, briefly, to touch his shoulder but with no success- any claims that they were holding hands and the pap pic that is used to suggest that they had been, but dropped them as the shot was taken, are false and the look is simply due to the angle the shots were taken from directly in front of the subjects. The side view video shows she was always several steps behind him. And ditto for the claims that they were “making out” whilst waiting for the car. Sam waited alone on the sidewalk for the car as the search for Cody went on inside the party. Sure they left together but it looked like two strangers sharing a cab ride, not a guy and a girl on a date…..
Cody also got a ticket for the same Timberland concert session that Sam attended. He is posing for a fan pic which seems to get photobombed by Cody who seats herself next to him and tries to snuggle under his right arm that is held stiffly down and behind her. From his expression and the tension in his posture he would gladly have chewed that arm off rather than put it round her as fan pic posing usually demands.
For Sam’s part-Sam left town. For Big Sur. Big Sur where Cait claims to have spent several weeks relaxing over that hiatus…..
After that is was all just pictures of Cody in places she thought Sam might logically be found like a restaurant and a Mexican resort- and people thinking he must surely be there with her if she was implying that he was…..

Amy. A friend. From before he was famous. They both had parts in Young Alexander and had remained friends after the movie wrapped, even after her move to LA. When Sam was in LA looking for work he would meet up with her and her crowd for Sunday brunch- it was a tradition with them. Also there were dinners with the crowd too. Amy posted a vine of her and her friend Sam playing at a pool party with others right after he got to town for the first hiatus. I don’t think either of them thought much about any implications- and I am sure she was happy to get a bit of publicity being seen as Sam’s friend. She also went to a video game launch with Sam and his friend Luke and there is a picture of her on his lap with Luke sitting beside them- three friends holding a very large weapon and all looking a little the worse for wear….after Sam got back from Big Sur the brunches, and all the other pictures of dinners etc. stopped.
For Sam’s part it didn’t seem to take long into the hiatus before Sam got a new crowd to hang with in his Outlander buddies- and best friend Luke.
Amy also got an invite for the first outlander premiere in NYC where she apparently was already in town for another premiere. She didn’t hang around with Sam in any pics or videos, he was quite busy with his costar and no time for friends. But she went to the parties and turns up in some pics. Nothing to suggest anything more than Sam letting a friend have his plus one invite since he didn’t need it- his plus one having got an invite of her own, being the star of the show and all. As a friend I am sure Amy was not best pleased to have to watch Cody and all her implications about sam. The friction between them surrounding Cody’s choice of Halloween costume seems to reflect that concern, after all she was, and is, a longtime friend of Sam.

And the latest- Mackenzie. Met at a work party and on Sam’s follows list. She took a holiday in Scotland and came home to find that somehow she had managed to visit the same tourist stop as Sam would visit a few days after. Who knew? But when the troll says “you’re the One” why not go for it?
A few calls to a friend and a plan to “run into” Sam for a quick and, likely unbeknownst to Sam until the shutter clicked, highly public chat at a wine tasting, and then a lucky strike at a baseball game when your friend and you learn from IG that Sam is there too, and that her phone can take videos….and some time later the gods were really smiling when another fan pic turned up showing that Sam had made a quick stop in the town where you are shooting a movie- lucky thing that you had thought to pack that hat along….
For his part Sam seemed like he was just trying to have a bit of time off the clock in LA (likely with that costar of his- a picture suggests she was at the baseball game, and it is likely she was at the winery too). He left town for the UK, where Cait was, shortly after….and didn’t seem to stay in Montreal long either…..

So there you have it anon, the sum of all of Sam’s times spent with these lovely ladies. Doesn’t add up to much when you really think about it. Not compared to all the times he has gone missing when Cait is on holiday, or vice versa. Not compared to all the tweets, and IG pics, and BTS pics, and random reporters comments about how lovely he and Cait are together. Not compared to all the off the cuff comments that both he and Cait have made that hint that they know each other far better than friends should do. Not compared to the way he and Cait look at each other- every single time they are in an interview, or photo, together. And even when they aren’t- just the mention of the others name and the face lights up. I’m not seeing any of it with these other girls. Not even a glimmer. It’s all about actions, and what people do that gives away their motives. He treats Cait like a lover. He doesn’t treat these others in any way at all beyond friendship at the best of times and quite a bit less than that the rest of the time. That doesn’t say “love” to me anon.

anonymous asked:

Would you rather fight 100 duck sized horses or 1 horse sized duck?


Depends on what weapons I would use.Horse are very large, probably 100 duck sized horses,unless I have a gun

bye bye :)


Commission for Rinh'a and Najm.

These are their FFXIV characters.
I had a little trouble while I was sketching the layout, it was very hard to put two large weapons together in a scene. Thanks god I didn’t mess it up.


My schedule is terrible full , I still can’t arrange my timetable very well now and draw until 10-11PM everyday…… without holiday. lol
Hope my schedule arranging ability can get better in the near future.;w;


Commissions OPEN
If you are interested, please check the info below.

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While I’m still feeling doodly, I’ve probably mentioned before that Suki is fairly inspired by Amy Rose of the Sonic series! Mostly just being a tough romantic gal who likes to hit people with a large weapon lmao

Gabe isnt very Sonic-like but she’ll still chase after him anyway /dies

anonymous asked:

Raychael, either "trapped in a bank during a robbery" AU or "on a train together and the train is stopped in the middle of nowhere for some reason" AU (orbothifyouwanna)

This is a wild story from start to finish, gotta say. It doesn’t get that shippy until the end of the story, but I enjoyed writing it. Hope you do, too!

WC: 2339


“Is this kid for fucking serious?”

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Why Cullen? Why Making Him Military Advisor Actually Makes A Truckload Of Sense

Right; Cullen as the Military Advisor. Seeing houseofgriffons post about this has made me sit down and actually write this thing, which is something I’ve wanted to cover for a pretty long time actually.

See, the thing is Cullen’s tactical experience (or lack of it) isn’t actually that important. Yes, I know he’s being hired as a general, but let me clarify; his experience (or lack of it) isn’t why Cassandra recruited him. She recruited him because of his qualities as a leader.

This is gonna be pretty long so I’ll stick the rest under the cut.

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“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” —bethyl au please?

Really all the banging around should have woken Beth up. It did, technically, she was just really slow to wake up in general, unless something drastic happened. Eventually she did wake; hair a mess around her head, eyes blinking blearily first into the darkness and then at the sounds coming from the living room.

Her eyes went wide and she reached out sharply to snap on her bedside lamp. The bedroom door was closed, but beyond beyond it she could hear scuffling noises, like someone was walking around in the dark or something and had no idea where they were.

Which was why she was pretty sure it wasn’t Maggie, unless her sister had gotten drunk… even then, Maggie was never quiet. Especially not when she was drunk. If it were Maggie she’d be yelling for Beth, complaining about her furniture being in the way or something. No… it definitely wasn’t Maggie.

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