guns drawn

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just imagine…
the moment Lance learns how to unlock his bayard  :’)

slightly older Lance with different guns like, Pistols? Long Sniper rifle? pow pow 
Lance would ACE bc he is a fantastic sharpshooter.

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Ruth Hopkins updates on the illegal evictions at Standing Rock

[TWEET #1: Helicopters, humvees, assault rifles, being used by police against women and elders on U.S. soil. #NoDAPL

TWEET #2: Armed searches, camp is being swept. This is the raid. #NoDAPL

TWEET #3: They’re arresting the veterans #NoDAPL

TWEET #4: Guns drawn #NoDAPL

TWEET #5: Arresting people praying #NoDAPL

TWEET #6: Grandmother arrested. Please don’t strip her and number her and put her in a dog kennel like you did the rest #NoDAPL

TWEET #7: The people are unarmed, singing and praying in front of police with guns drawn #NoDAPL

TWEET #8: This is not the end. This is just the beginning.]

Feb. 23rd, 2017.

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if you expected a serious fanart from me, im sorry

why did this take me like an hour


🤔🤔How does Hamilton📜👨an arrogant😠😤immigrant⛴️🇺🇸, orphan💀👩bastard❌👪, whoreson🤰👶Somehow endorse👍😁Thomas Jefferson🇫🇷💸,his enemy😤🖕a man👨 he’s despised💢😡since the beginning⛴️just to keep❌ me👤from winning?🏆🏛️I wanna be in the room🚪where it happens👥🤝The room🚪where it happens👥🤝The room🚪where it happens👥🤝You’ve👉kept❌me😟😠from the room🚪where it happens👥🤝for the last😑❌time🕰️📅

Dear💗Alexander📜👨:
I am slow to anger💢😠, but I toe👞the line📏as I reckon with the effects of your📜👨life on mine👤I look👀back on where I failed😞❌and in every place I checked🔍🕵️the only common thread📝has been your disrespect😤😡Now you call me “amoral,”😑🙄a “dangerous disgrace,”😠😤if you’ve got something💢💭to say🗣️💬name a time🕰️📅and place.🌄🌲Face👤👥to face👤👥
I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant🙇🏿‍♂️
A dot Burr👨🏿

Mr. Vice President🏛️👨🏿:
I am not the reason no one❌👥trusts you👨🏿No one❌👥knows💭what you believe👨🏿🗯️I will not equivocate🗣️💬on my opinion💭I👨🏽have always worn it on my sleeve👔 Even if I👨🏽said🗣️💬what you think👨🏿💭I said👨🏽💬you would need to cite👉a more specific🔍grievance😠😤Here’s an itemized list📜📜of thirty years of disagreements💢😡

Sweet Jesus🙄😩

Hey, I have not❌been shy😳I am just a guy👨🏽in the public👥👤eye👀tryin’ to do my👨🏽best🏆for our👥republic🗺️I don’t wanna❌fight👊🔫but I won’t❌apologize💬🙇🏽‍♂️for doing what’s right✔️
I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant🙇🏽‍♂️
A dot Ham👨🏽

Careful how you proceed, good man🙂👨🏽Intemperate indeed😠😩, good man🙂👨🏽Answer🗣️💬for the accusations💢📜I lay at your feet👞👞 or prepare to bleed🔫💉, good man🙃🙃

Burr👨🏿, your grievance💢😤is legitimate✔️I stand by what I said👨🏽💬, every bit of it🔍✔️You👨🏿stand only for yourself👨🏿 It’s what you do🤔 I can’t❌apologize🙇🏿‍♂️😔 because it’s true📜✔️

Then stand, Alexander😤😡Weehawken🗺️Dawn🌅🌄Guns drawn🔫😠

You’re on😠🔫

I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant 🙇🏽‍♂️🙇🏿‍♂️

A dot Ham👨🏽💢

A dot Burr👨🏿💢

these showdown lines make me want to draw 10000 pics of tim being nisha’s hype man/deputy/treasured little brother figure. also I keep forgetting their height difference when I draw them but it’s hilarious. nisha’s tuff, and tiny

anonymous asked:

Sherlock's a mirror for us. In HLV he had a gun drawn on him by a woman he trusted because he was too focused on what he thought John wanted. In TLD he had a gun drawn on him by a woman he trusted because he was too focused on catching a cup of tea. Tea is gay romance. Thanks to Billy's line tea is also codes and subtext. At the end of TLD a gun was drawn on the audience. We didn't expect this, we were focused on the subtext which pointed to the romance. We've been shot TFP is our dying nightmar

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lazyandhysterical  asked:

Hey, maybe someone else told you something like this before(or you already did it??? I have it pictured so clear in my head) but I've been thinking about you and lacie it just struck me - you guys as paladins! Btw you are adorable and your blog always cheers me up. :)

little do you know I think about this a lot

I was halfway thru drawing this before realizing I don’t actually know if Lacy would have a gun but I’d already drawn it and I didn’t want to erase it. also I want a bow

bonus klance outfits

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Volatile Times, drawn in Photoshop

More Winter Soldier art. I think this is actually my first (finished) digital painting of him wearing his combat gear instead of civvies? 

For the curious, the gun I’ve drawn here is a Zastava M12 Black Spear, an anti-material rifle that fires 12.7mm Soviet ammunition up to 1.8 kilometers

Prints are for sale on Society6 if you want ‘em

Bring Her Back

Prompt: Could you do an imagine where batmom dies when barry created flashpoint, but since batboys were in another earth/dimension they still remember her when they come back and try to force barry to bring her back?

Requested by: imagination-factory


    “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOUR SELFISHNESS! YOU KILLED HER AND IT IS YOUR FAULT! I DEMAND YOU BRING HER BACK!”

    Normally Richard Grayson would be pulling his youngest brother off his teammate. But right now, he was just as mad, and it was only years of self control that were keeping him from killing the speedster. To be honest, he was more surprised that Jason hadn’t taken a shot yet. Tim was too occupied trying to figure out how to get her back, and then there was Bruce.

    His adoptive father was completely unaware of the change. He’d been on world when, what the League was calling “Flash Point” had happened. Bart Allen had gone back in time to prevent his grandfather’s death, and in the process had erased their adoptive mother from existence.

    The realization of what had happened had hit them all swiftly. He imagined, that the only reason they were holding it together this well, was because they had yet to see Bruce. The man’s world had risen and set with their adoptive mother. She was the one who softened him, and could get him to relax. He didn’t want to imagine what Bruce was like without her.

    “Damian!”

    Dick winced, apparently they were about to find out. Dick’s eyes followed his father as he walked across the room, Barry Allen right behind him. Jason had drawn his gun and taken the shot before any of them could stop him.

    Of course, the Flash dodged it. The stunned look on Bruce’s face, nearly made it worth it. As Damian slid off Bart, the situation truly seemed to dawn on him. Shoving Bart away Damian simply said, “You don’t remember her either.”

    Bruce’s voice was gruff and stern, “Who? Who don’t I remember?”

    Damian just shakes his head, “None of your concern. We’ll take care of it ourselves. Todd, Grayson you’re with me.”

    Without a word, both Dick and Jason followed after him. They were going to get their mother back, even if it killed them.

Selfless Love - part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Language, Injuries, Blood

A/N: I loved the feedback I got from you ^^ You’re all incredibly nice, thank you! Meet your neighbour, my beautiful cupcakes ♥

Series Masterpage

Originally posted by jxmsbuchxn

After a few weeks, Bucky created his own routine. It helped him deal with his anxiety. He woke up every morning at 8am, even though he only slept three hours tops. Then, he padded his way to the kitchen where he ate his oatmeal and sipped his coffee. He spent his morning working out at the gym before he dealt with the paperwork and reports.

He hated paperwork with a passion, but he did it without complaining. His therapist suggested that he should socialize a bit, so he reluctantly joined the others for dinner.

His days were dull and monotonous and he liked them this way. For a moment at least. Now, he desperately needed some excitement.

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Who is she Ketch?

A/N: So I was sitting at work this morning when this idea struck me and I was like…I HAVE TO WRITE THIS. Set during the current season so spoilers.

Summary: The British Men of Letters want info on all the American hunters & finally find something they can use against Sam & Dean to get the information.

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

Sam and Dean sat in their chairs as they glared at Ketch and the two other members of the British Men of Letters who had barged into the bunker. The boys had just returned home from a hunt Ketch had sent them on and were enjoying some beers when Ketch came through the door with his gun drawn.

“We wanna talk to Mick. Now.” Sam said as he scowled at the Englishman.

“Ah, about that. Mick, he’s dead, been dead for a couple of weeks now.” Ketch replied nonchalantly.  The Winchester’s continued to stare at Ketch, trying to not react to the news of Mick’s death.

“Why’d you kill him?” Dean questioned.

“Let’s just say that the, higher level members back home didn’t approve of the way he was handling things here in America. So he had to be handled.” Ketch told the brothers.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, changing the subject.

“Well, you see, those same members decided that we need to change our strategy towards you American hunters. Assimilate or eliminate.” Ketch said as he looked between Sam and Dean.

“So if we don’t take to your rules, you’re gonna kills us?” Sam replied.

“Yes. Now, we’re almost positive that you two are going to be a pain in our side and work against us so you’ll be handled, but first, you’re going to give us information about all the hunters you know.” Ketch stated as if it was a fact. 

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The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, New York, January 16, 1924 and April 21, 1924

You - dirty - fish - peddling - bums

leave - this - innocent - girl - alone - and - get - the - right - ones - which - is -nobody - else - but - us - 

also - ask - Bohaks (sp) - manager - did - I - ruin - his - cash - register - also - will - visit - him - again - as - I - broke - a - pefectly (sp)- good - automatic - on - it 

we - defy - you  - fellows - to - catch - us

the bobbed - haired bandit and companion 

20-years-old and pregnant, Celia Cooney (nee Roth, aliases Cecile Cherisa and Celia Sheehan, born on the east side in 1904), the Brooklyn Bobbed-Haired Bandit, and her husband Edward, 25, pulled off roughly a dozen successful robberies in early 1924, between January and their arrest on April 21st. The couple used the same method invariably, with Celia, usually sporting a sealskin coat over a beaded dress, coming in first and asking a question of the shop keeper, and Edward coming in shortly after with a gun drawn in each hand. Victims of the pair claimed the woman was calm and collected while she pointed her baby automatic at them and told them to “stick ‘em up.” The couple would then rifle through the cash register and leave, taking only cash. Edward would borrow various vehicles from his work for getaway cars. Over 150 officers were called in to work the case, while the Mayor claimed that there was no such thing as a “bobbed haired bandit” - she was a figment of the media’s imagination. In March one of their drugstore robberies took place while a policeman’s ball was in full swing right across the street. At almost every scene Celia would drop another jeering note for the police, one read:

“I’ll kill you off one by one if you start out after me. So long boys; don’t forget you will hear from me during the week.”

And another read:

“I regret that I have not had the opportunity of giving you anything to do for the last few days. I have been taking a little vacation. However, I am now back on the job and you will hear from me regularly. I understand there is a new inspector assigned to Brooklyn. It doesn’t make any difference to me. Also I hear that the police have orders to shoot and kill me on sight. That’s all right but the police will not be the only ones to shoot.”

Celia’s landlady, who rented a room to the couple from April 1923 until September the same year, told papers Celia was “hard boiled”, a “wicked woman” and a “filthy tenant” who was “Bad, bad, bad!”. She claimed that Celia would “run around the house nearly naked and barefooted - go to the door that way - and such swearing I never heard in my life. She wasn’t a woman at all, at all - she was a she devil.”

Celia’s employer at a laundry said that she “was short and slender and dark complexioned. She was always prompt in getting to work and a good worker. She went out to lunch and noon and never chummed with any of the other girls, so far as I noticed. Finding out that she is the bobbed-haired bandit is some surprise to me - a knockout.”

Edward’s mother claimed that Edward, a welder for an auto repair shop by profession, would come to her house every morning for coffee before work and while there “We talked about the bobbed-haired bandit and he joked about her and said she was ‘pretty slick’.” Then one day Edward told his mother that he and Celia had to “go away for a time” but they’d be back to vindicate themselves.

Their final robbery, that of a Nabisco office that abutted the property where Edward’s mother lived, went awry when the money Edward expected to be out on a desk, where it usually was, was unexpectedly locked away. Edward had seen, through the back windows of his mother’s home, the money sitting out every week in large stacks on a desk when he stopped by his mother’s home before work. After ordering all the employees to line up against the wall, he and Cecilia turned to look for the cash and couldn’t find it. He lost his head when one of the employees tried to grab Celia’s gun and shot the man, Celia dropped a notebook and they fled without any money. This was the only time the couple ever physically hurt a victim.

Detectives claimed this was another major blunder: they committed this crime in the neighborhood in which they lived. Previous to this, all crimes had been in other jurisdictions.

The couple went on the lam, leading the police on a chase through 13 states before their capture by the detectives in Jacksonville, Florida after Edward sent a telegraph home to his mother, asking for money to bury the baby, a girl named Katherine who lived only 10 days. A short standoff ended when Celia promised the detectives she wouldn’t shoot if they wouldn’t. She claimed that Edward wanted to shoot her and himself rather than be taken into captivity but she told with a smile that “we couldn’t quit that way.” Both claimed that they were the one who had shot the clerk at Nabisco, and both claimed they were the mastermind behind the crimes. Thousands stood in Penn Street Station to finally catch a glimpse of the Bobbed-Haired Bandit.

The couple received sentences of 10 to 20 years, the maximum sentence, in and were released after 7 years, the minimum, in 1931. Celia told the judge that she didn’t want her baby to be born in squalor when she pleaded guilty. The state claimed the couple committed at least 15 crimes while the couple admitted to 10. Celia served her sentence at Auburn Prison and Edward at Sing Sing. While in jail Edward lost part of an arm when working a license plate printing machine and received a $12,000 settlement. During the suit against the State, where Celia testified on Edward’s behalf, the couple saw each other for the only time during their 7 year imprisonment. Celia’s brother Owen was shot while robbing a jewelry shop in 1927. After their release the couple had two sons, but Edward died of tuberculosis in 1936. As a single mother, Celia raised their sons in Queens and had to take welfare benefits, but for the rest of her life she stayed on the right side of the law. Celia passed away in Florida in 1992.

A few interesting sidenotes: 

A lot of transgender ladies were brought in on suspicion that the bandit could not possibly be a “real” woman.

F Scott Fitzgerald claimed his wife Zelda was stopped and questioned one night by police who suspected she might be the bandit.

Some psychologists posited that Celia’s pregnant state may have been the driving force behind her robberies - because her hormones were out of whack.

In September 1924 a New York producer introduced a burlesque show called the Bobbed-Hair Bandits, which featured “18 of New York’s most beautiful girls” - what, if anything, this show had to do with bandits the notice didn’t really explain, although it claimed there were beautiful costumes!

The Night Ahead (Part 1)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: so like all my followers know what a pain in my ASS this fic has been. started off as a one-shot based off the song “house on a hill” by the pretty reckless, and has slowly mutated into a freaking series. this part is in bucky’s POV, but after this the rest of the series (save for one other part) will be in the “reader’s” perspective. there’s a lot of flashbacks in this fic, which is a new kind of thing for me. all flashbacks are written in italics and put in blockquotes. this fic is something new for me, so if you could leave me messages letting me know what you think i would be eternally grateful!  also, if you like this fic, please check out my master list

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

BUCKY

Bucky flipped through the files, trying to ignore Steve’s gaze weighing on him. Most of the folders were thin. There was maybe a page or two of mostly useless information. Possible aliases, possible contacts, and activities. It was all varied, and its accuracy debatable. There was only one thing each file had in common – every file, every person, was a HYDRA associate.  

He tossed a file onto the table, his gaze lifting enough to unsurprisingly find Steve’s glacier blues focused on his face. Bucky held the look for a brief moment before he dropped his eyes and opened up the new folder. “I’m fine, Steve.” 

I’m fine. I’m fine. After three months, the phrase felt almost like bile in his throat whenever he said the words. A simple expression that has transfigured into something pale and flat from overuse. Bucky had said it when he came out of cryo three months ago, when Wakandan scientists thought they had found a way to negate whatever HYDRA had put in him, only to have the experiment fall through. He said it again when his future was discussed, now that he was thawed and still a ticking time bomb. The possibility of going back into cryo was discussed, but Bucky refused because he was fine. And the relief he saw in his best friend’s face at the refusal was Bucky’s main argument every day since that he made the right decision. 

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