extra bullet

august 6, 2017

spread for next week ! I don’t really like this flatlay but whatever lol?? i ran out of things to use so I used some paint swatch things LMAO why am I like this??? also can we talk about how beautiful paperkumaco stickers are bc,,, im obsessed?? also I cannot believe I’m turning 16 tmrw i want to cry ;-;

♫ blood sweat & tears by bts (and lowkey all their other songs)

Today’s prompt had me questioning if I am as kind a person as I want to be, I don’t think I’m there just yet. Day 2 of the August Challenge by @journaling-junkie

  • Pens: Platinum Century 3776, Ultra Extra Fine and TWSBI Eco, Extra Fine
  • Inks: Mix of De’Atramentis Document Black with De’Atramentis Charles Dickens (journal) and Pilot Iroshizuku fuyu-syogun (bullet journal)
  • Writing Music TV Show: Grace & Frankie

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july spreads // ahhhhh these are my first bullet journal spreads ever!!! after the holidays, I realised how much stuff there was to do - both school-wise and personal/relaxation-wise - so I thought I would try a digital bullet journal. ever since I saw @studyblvsh‘s onenote bullet journal spreads, I was interested and inspired but I didn’t think I needed one. I just happened to start using onenote this year so I thought why not? 

photo credits: spreads one and two - @alydae, spread three - unknown
sticker credit: thank you @cmpsbls so much for letting me use them!! I love them <3

Sometimes giving someone
a second chance is like
giving them an extra bullet
for their gun because
they missed you the first time

UC Berkeley

remember when we shut down milo yiasjkfkdfjkl from speaking tonight

envydean  asked:

For the destiel word prompt thing: Temper :)

“You didn’t wait for me,” says Dean, jaw-line hard, his expression fierce.

Cas pulls his gun out from under one of the bodies in the warehouse, lifting up his shirt to wipe the blood from the barrel.

Dean turns away shyly when Cas catches him glancing at his bared stomach and it makes him smirk.

Which only seems to heighten Dean’s temper as he walks forward into the room.

Cas stops for a moment, mesmerized. He’s seen the sight before. Seen the way that Dean’s wings spread from him like a dragon, unfurling, black and glossy with the contrast of both sharp and soft feathers, encasing in sweeping arcs from his back. They twitch and move with every step as if they have a life of their own.

Cas coughs. “Yeah, well, we had it covered.” Cas nods to Gabe’s tired, dirty form as he kicks one of the dead vampires on the ground with a smug look.

“Cas, this was the biggest nest in the entire state. You knew that before coming in here, and you could have been killed.” He stares deeply into Cas’s eyes with the angelic fury of the first night they’d met and Cas stabbed him in the chest.

Green, cold eyes narrow as he steps right next to Cas, wings invading their space as they quiver with anger.

Cas swallows, eyeing the way that Dean’s neckline bursts from one of his black leather jackets he’d loaned him; he’d finally convinced Dean to ditch the ratty trenchcoat he’d worn everyday for a wardrobe that better suited his body type. Cas licks his lips, regretting the decision just a bit while he attempts to hold his ground. He runs his hands through his already messy hair, making it even more unruly.

“We were fine, mom,” he says, a little less assuredly than he’d hoped as he pops open his revolver, plunking the extra bullets into his palm as he clears the chamber. He nods to the carnage. “See?”

Then, Dean is close. Too close. Breathing against Cas’s ear, making him glad Gabe is currently dragging a body outside to be buried.

When Cas looks at Dean, he can see the angel’s resolve melt a little. He runs a soft hand across Cas’s arm and up, hiking up his shirt sleeve until his fingers encase the red handprint on his shoulder.

Dean sighs.

“I’m just glad you’re alive,” he says.

His eyes roam Cas’s face. He looks for tiny bruising and cuts, using his thumb to wipe them away with his grace, while Cas tries not to shiver under the vulnerable ministrations.

When Cas’s body is finally healed, blue eyes looking up, Dean gives a tiny smile of approval.

“I’m sorry,” Cas says, pulling Dean in for a quick kiss. “Next time I’ll call the surly angel to help.”

“Good,” Dean nods while Cas stows his gun in the back of his pants, covering the metal with the hem of his shirt.

“You can still help clean up,” Cas says with a cheeky grin.

Dean just rolls his eyes, pulls Cas in firmly by the small of his back for an even deeper kiss than before, leaving him breathless and a little unsteady.

He looks pleased with himself before Cas watches his wings lift and expand while he disappears out of a large window below the rafters, leaving Gabe and Cas to take care of the bodies.

“Asshole angels,” Cas says, but he’s smiling at the taste of Dean, and the warm reminder of a hand on his shoulder.

He sighs. Dean will just have to make it up to him later.


Quirks: The idiosyncrasies of DBK

U.S triple Grenade Pouch 

Otherwise known “No, that is not Dylan’s half-arsed job of tying his boot lace”  Hopefully this post will help dispel the untied boot laces misinformation (though sometimes admittedly cute) that is still working the perpetuated Tumblr rumor circuit ;) 

From a distance in photos and video, some have automatically assumed that Dylan was just a lazy ass  on 4/20 and didn’t bother to lace his combat boot’s all the way up his shin so that the boot appears to be dangling all flappy-loose as he lumbers about. But nope.  While Dyl made not have given a shit about much as he’d be dead within the hour, it was more of a matter of one of a few of his uniform malfunctions than carelessness.  The reality here is that his right shin/ankle in question looks messed up because he has his U.S. army green triple grenade pouch sketchily attached to it

The U.S. Triple Grenade pouch was used from the end of World War II until the 70’s. It is meant to carry six grenades total so is cumbersome no matter how its worn. It just wasn’t very well designed. It appears in all 3 of his gear sketches, with the first two pouches on the top listed as holding extra (“xt”) shotgun shells or bullets (the order is switched in one of them) and the bottom pouch as “poison” in one of the sketches. 

In the basement tape “transcripts”;  Dylan “attaches black suspenders to his pants and also attaches a tan ammo type pouch to his belt or suspenders & a green canvas pouch to his right shin.” 

Given how sloppy the pouch adheres to Dylan’s leg - half peeling away from his right leg - he likely jerry-rigged the pouch with a shoelace or something tied to the wire.   It’s just another little detail that makes this particular type of pouch and the way he wore it even stranger.  Why Dylan elected to strap it to his boot when it didn’t fit securely to begin with is anyone’s guess.  Based on his sketches, he seems firmly set on it being part of his aesthetic- no matter how impractical it may have been from the get-go when he tried it on for size in the “NBK fashion show” the two had in the Basement Tapes.  Dylan needed a place to store extra ammo and apparently he didn’t come up with any alternative idea for that.   It must have been a bit of an annoyance to him the day he was in action because it looks as though he’s partially dragging it around - half detaching from his leg. He may have even had to stopped at certain points of massacre to check it and fix it more securely so that it wouldn’t fall off completely as he walked or ran.

The Triple Grenade Pouch is specifically drawn on all of his gear sketches so he conceptualized and envisioned this with his fantasy ‘uniform’ atleast a few months prior. In the end, the pouch was more of a nuisance in reality than a useful, practical battle accessory.  In the sketches above, he slightly makes modifications on what goes where in the pockets: the first two pouches was to contain ‘XT’ shorthand for ‘extra’ 9mm bullets or shotgun shells. In one of the sketches, he fantasizes that the 3rd pouch pocket will be for “poison”..which likely was never included.  It’s was simply was that he liked the idea of having various suicide methods at his disposal in case the cops were closing in on them.  He also stuck a bullet in his boot - which of course, was useless without a shell or clip. But it was the idea for him that he was ‘prepared’ for his Death Day. 

In the two photos above, you can see Dylan’s actual grenade pouch as well as his trench and the other gear of the two in that glass display case of the 2004 Columbine Evidence Exhibit. This exhibit was permitted to showcase one time only as part of Jeffco. Sadly, most of this evidence has now been destroyed as far back as 2011, if we can entirely believe Jeffco’s claims..

I did a an on-a-whim multiplayer side project recently called Last Round. So far I’ve spent two days on it, might come back to it later.

Idea is it’s a deathmatch where there’s no melee, you only get one bullet, and you get awarded an extra bullet for every successful kill. When everyone has 0 bullets, a bullet pickup spawns somewhere in the map and everyone has to race for it. When everyone or all but one person’s dead there’s a new round, whoever wins the most rounds is the coolest person. Also it’s got my first person movement systems in it so there’s sliding/vaulting/mantling etc. 100% Blueprint as usual.

There are a bunch more vids on Twitter.

Control [Part 2 of 2]

Word Count: 5,388
Warnings: Some angst, hand to hand combat, anxiety, fugitive behavior, idk guys.
Summary: @blazeshira’s request - “Hi! I saw that you had your requests open and I was wondering if you could do a Bucky fic where the reader was also given the serum & trained with him along with the other winter soldiers but they developed something before she was frozen along with the others & he forgot her until he went to Siberia w/ Steve & he sees her chamber & realizes she escaped before Zemo could kill her so he tries to find her? Fluffy fluff & some angst, please & thank you!”
A/N: Part 2! Thank you all SO SO SO much for all of your kind words on part 1!! You all made me feel so much better about posting it. I seriously couldn’t ask for better readers! You guys are incredible! Thank you all for taking the time to read these stories! It means so much to me!!

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[PART 1]

Originally posted by laurenkmyers

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Siberia, Russia; 2016
    Bucky’s Point of View

“I got heat signatures,” Tony starts. Steve asks how many, and Stark replies with, “Uh, one.”

Coming back willingly was absurd.

This was the last place I wanted to be. I’ve done everything in my power to put this place out of my memories over the last two years, and here I am willingly walking back into danger with this punk all over again.

I guess history does repeat itself. Hopefully the end result will be kinder this time.

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