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Winchester M1895 Russian contract rifle

Designed by John M. Browning c.1895, manufactured by Winchester Repeating Arms Co. c.1915-17 for the Russian empire.
7,62x54mmR 5-round internal box magazine, lever action repeater, stripper clip guide, bayonet lug, full military-style forestock.

Good things happen when you take hunting weapons and militarize them, it’s like trench guns. Visually good things if anything.

Obelisk: Jasper

The buckles of her corset stung where they pressed against the freshly blooming bruises. Sakura found it hard to twist without the skin between her bonds crying out in pain. She needed to loosen the whalebone garment, but in her current position, movement was more than just a little difficult. She shuddered another breath and whimpered at how sore it left her.  She had been kicked down one measly flight of stairs on an decommissioned colonial class airship, locked in a closet, left in the dark, and already she was starting to cave. She bruised so easily when she was malnourished. Even with the rainwater leaking through the filtration nets, she had little to drink during her stow away, and now that she had been captured, she doubted that was about to change.

Things were bad once more, and the fact that everyone had warned her about the dangers of stowing away on such a mediocre vessel made her shame taste all the more bitter. It was hard to stow away for long flights, and the smaller the ship or the larger the crew, the harder it got. Sakura should have known what she had attempted would be impossible, but just like the game of Tiles, she hated to give up, and just like in the game of Tiles, she ended up loosing.

She felt around for the back of her corset and felt one of the strings. There was a braid of leather and she picked at it, peeling it away from her corset until the red bead fell free from where it had been stitched in.

For when things get bad,’ her friend had told her before the trip even began. Sakura had a hard time believing things could be any worse, but the bead was still a dangerous thing to hold.

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Winchester M1887 display model shotgun

Designed by John M. Browning, manufactured by Winchester Repeating Arms c.1888 and factory engraved c.1888 and 1901 - serial number 6728.
12 gauge five-round tubular magazine, lever action repeating shotgun, 76cm long damascus steel barrel, piano polish, extensive engravings.

One of only five display M1887 shotguns, which makes it extremely rare on top of being gorgeous.

1st half of the video: Bilateral shoulder abd, horizontal add, and forward flexion with 8lb dumbbells. Looks really easy… but so brutal and fatiguing due to the long lever arms of having my elbows straight throughout the exercise as well as doing both arms together.

2nd half of the video: Unilateral shoulder ff and bilateral abd with 10lb weight plates. Much easier to do because my arm comes back to neutral after every motion. 


Winchester Third Model M1873 Deluxe rifle

Manufactured by Winchester repeating Arms c.1873-1919, this particular one c.1886.
.38-40 Winchester 15-round tubular magazine, lever action repeater, folding buckhorn rear sights, blued 24″ octagonal barrel, case hardened receiver and fittings.

The famous “gun that won the west” in its fanciest attire. If looks could kill it would be superfluous because it’s a fucking gun already.

MBTI + Figures from Classical Antiquity

ESTP: Alexander the Great

“There is nothing impossible to him who will try.”

INTP: Socrates

“True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing.”

INFJ: Plato

“Ignorance, the root and the stem of every evil.”

INFP: Homer

“I detest the man who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks for another.”

“Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.”

ESTJ: Cleisthenes

“To advise according to the laws what was best for the people.”

ISTJ: Herodotus

“The king’s might is greater than human, and his arm is very long.”

“Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all.”

“Illness strikes men when they are exposed to change.”

INTJ: Euclid

“The laws of nature are but the mathematical thoughts of God.”

“There is no royal road to geometry.”

ENFJ: Pericles

“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”

ISTP: Archimedes

“Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world.”

“Eureka! I have found it!”

ISFP: Sappho

“What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.”

“What cannot be said will be wept.”

ESFP: Alcibiades

“As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delights of presence best known by the torments of absence.”

“Good evening, sirs. Will you admit to your drinking a fellow very far gone in liquor?”

ENFP: Aristophanes

“Why, I’d like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.”

“You should not decide until you have heard what both have to say.”

“Quickly, bring me a beacon of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.”

ENTP: Protagoras

“There are two sides to every question.”

ENTJ: Aristotle

“No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.”

“At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst.”

ISFJ: Pindar

“Learn what you are and be such.”

“Every gift which is given, even though it be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection.”

ESFJ: Solon

“In giving advice seek to help, not to please, your friend.”

“Learn to obey before you command.”

“Reprove thy friend privately; commend him publicly.”

anonymous asked:

"I think the reason why Clarke took so long to pull the lever was because this time, Bellamy wasn’t there to pull it back with her." Yeah, like she wasn't killing (again) the love of her life, her soulmate, or in other words: Lexa. So she was taking her time because she was expecting Bellamy to do his fantastic entrance and not because she was suffering about the consequences of it, right?

this script was taken right from a verified writer of the 100. now tell me again why she was taking her time when she pulled that lever?? hmmmm, let’s pause for a sec shall we?

A New Beginning 2/?

Next part - and welcome Tony to stage. About 6k words, so watch for the cut.

Part One

Music poured onto the street, a thumping base and a higher sputter of melody that made Steve’s heart rate pick up. Steve hesitated on the sidewalk, eyeing the long line to get into the club. His throat tightened and he swallowed hard, trying to loosen it. The tightness spread down to his collarbone, and into his sternum, making his chest ache. He felt the ache in his shoulders, his elbows, his hips, his ankles. It was a fever-ache, and no position was comfortable – even standing still sent throbbing pulses up his legs and wedged a deep pain in his lower spine.

The people in line added to the thrum of the music. They were a constant tug on his attention, a radiating warmth that made him shiver. His teeth ached, and his mouth flooded with saliva.

He moved a hand over his stomach, even though he wasn’t that kind of hungry. He was frustrated and unhappy, restless in his own skin.

“Hey, buddy!”

Steve looked up. The bouncer had one end of the velvet cord in hand, his eyebrow twitched up his forehead, chin tilted slightly down, but chest thrust out. It was the curious mix of subservience and dominance that a man in his position had to take on.

“You coming in, or what?”

Steve transferred his gaze to the long line of patrons waiting to get in and then cocked his head questioningly at the bouncer. He pried a hand out of his jacket pocket to gesture to the waiting crowd. “There’s a line.”

“Not for you, hotcakes. Come on.” He gestured into the darkened interior and gave Steve an obligatory smile, turned down slightly at the edges. He didn’t meet Steve’s eyes.

Normally, Steve would have gotten in line with the rest of the patrons. He glanced over at them again, expecting anger and annoyance. There was some of that, but more of them were eyeing him in either trepidation or lust. He ducked his head, kept his eyes away from theirs, and slid sideways into the depths of the club.

Steve hated the noise, the crush of bodies, the mingled scents of sweat, colognes and perfumes, the dry ozone of the fog machines, the sharp tang of dust burning on the lights. He’d always hated clubs, but the ache started fading as soon as he’d stepped down to the floor. He’d gone with Bucky the first few times, watching his friend work his magic among the patron that flocked to Steve’s side. It had been miserable with their hands on him stacked against the knowledge that he could Seduce any of them and they wouldn’t be able to say no if he didn’t want them to. So he started going alone, huddled against the bar for as long as he could get away with being alone, and just soaked up the energy of the room. When the ache got bad enough, he would move into the crowd and stand among the strangers to feel their skin brushing against his.

He let out a slow breath, felt his shoulders start to unknot. His entrance did not go unnoticed, and fingertips ghosted over his shoulder and down his spine as he passed through the crowd. His skin jumped, and his throat tingled at the contact, but he shied away from the hand and pushed his way to the bar.

“Stupid,” he hissed to himself. Contact was what he’d dragged himself into the club for in the first place.

A long-limbed nymph slid down the bar. She was just over seven feet tall, with pale green skin and luminous yellow eyes, her hair caught up in a tall violet swirl atop her head that added another foot to her height. Her neck seemed too slender and too long to hold her head up, but she leaned down to the bar top with a graceful swoop.

“What can I get for you, lover?” she asked.

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plans of forever

a doomsday fix-it ficlet for @chocolatequeennk

this isn’t exactly a fluffy ficlet but it’s a doomsday fix-it and i figured you like those as well ♥

It was a long walk from the lever room of Torchwood Tower down to the level where he’d parked the TARDIS, one that was taken in complete silence and only bearable because Rose’s hand was clutched tightly in his.

By some miracle, she was still here. After his attempt to send her to the other universe to keep her safe, she had come back. And she’d stayed, somehow holding on until the breach closed after she’d let go of the magnaclamp to get her troublesome lever back upright and online.

It had been a close thing and the Doctor could still feel the stinging in the back of his throat from yelling for her to hold on, impotent in his fear and desperation.

But she was still here and they were together. Today was a day of losses instead of lost things being found and the wetness on Rose’s cheeks was a testament to that but they had made it.

It was only once they were curled up together on the sofa in the library that the silence between them was broken by him whispering a soft apology into her hair followed by the admission that he was just so glad that he hadn’t lost her.

She snuggled closer into him and mumbled against his chest that she was glad too, that she was still planning on forever.

The Doctor rather thought he could get used to those kinds of plans.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Not to be a bother or anything, but i'm trying to ask some of the best writers in the fandom what some of their favorite one-shots are. I've asked a few others, and maybe you could use this for a fic rec. Of course, you don't have to, but I'd appreciate it if you could recommend 5-10 one-shots, maybe more? :)

Certainly, anon. These are a few of the many Rizzles one-shots I have enjoyed by the talented writers on FF. This list is not all-inclusive.

For all of these authors, I urge you to check their profiles. Most have additional one- or two-shots (and longer fics) that are exquisite. If only I could include all, but this post would be abominably massive if I did. In addition, for a list of authors in general that I recommend, see this post. Also, feel free to check out my favorites (and my own one-shots, if you like) listed on my FF profile.

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Martini Henry Mark IV 1

An interesting Martini “long lever” rifle. It has some Nepalese writing on the trigger guard and it has a date of 1887 on it. The Mark IV was the last Martini variant used by the British and was produced between 1888 and 1889. Some have 1886 and 1887 dates because in the rush to manufacture rifles, many surplus parts were utilized from earlier rifles. 


Winchester M1894 rifle

Manufactured by Winchester Repeating Arms c.1895~1900′s - serial number  529675.
.30WCF 8-round tubular magazine, lever action repeating rifle, extensively engraved with Northwestern Native American patterns.

There are people out there that will carve up your rifle’s stock into a work of art, even today, and I have to say this is a reason to buy a hunting rifle all on its own.

I Am A Man Upon The Land-Chapter 2


[Chapter 1]

With this chapter, this fic is complete, but I’m not done with the selkie au! Stay tuned, eventually, for a companion fic from Ford’s perspective set at the end of the summer.

Many thanks to @thesnadger for beta-ing! Any run-on sentences that remain are because I ignored her advice :)

Sometimes he thought he was going mad. Sometimes other people did too, and he had to sit in terrifyingly sterile rooms and describe splotches of ink, and he began to wonder what it said about him that he’d immediately thought that the marking on the old sealskin was a crystal ball.

He lied to everyone about what happened so that they’d believe him. The paper printed an obituary that said his mother had drowned, but he always just said that she’d left. Taken his twin brother and run.

“Why didn’t she take you, too?” one of the doctors asked.

“She couldn’t,” said Stan, and refused to elaborate.

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that if you wait really long to push the lever during the ashley or josh decision, josh gets an extra fragment of dialogue when pleading with Chris:

“I know… I know we haven’t been the best of friends lately… and I’ve been kinda messed up and everything…but I’m getting better, man, I swear…”

and if that doesn’t break your heart a little more I don’t know what to tellya