One time I saw a post here on tumblr where someone said that every bisexual they’ve ever met does finger-guns and as I truly contemplated that statement, reflecting on myself, I thought “I don’t do finger guns…” then, yesterday, I was washing my hands in the bathroom, thinking about I don’t even know what and I realized that I do the noise that goes with finger guns. I froze, looked up at myself in the mirror and realized I do use finger guns except I only do one and I felt oddly validated in my sexuality. the end.
A rather odd gun, the Gnom serves as one of the few revolvers to come out of Russia. Intended originally to replace the older Makarov PM with street police, it was to be a very large caliber 5 shot revolver.
The Gnom is also interesting in it’s ammo, 12.5x40mm. Derived from the 32 Gauge shotgun shell, this was intended to maximize stopping power as well as allow more different loading than other revolver cartridges. This included a number of less-lethal ammo consisting of rubber baton rounds or tear gas. Even more so, the guns are smoothbore so these custom rounds can work.
Due to this, the guns are fairly inaccurate at anything past close range, and this left them a bit unliked in the hands of Russian police. So far only 200 guns have been made since the program began in 1993, mostly used by the MVD who need a large caliber option.
Bullpup rifle composed almost entirely of polymer, the FS2000 is chambered in 5.56x45mm/.223. Although it’s select-fire model, the F2000, has been adopted by some military forces in several countries, the civilian model was discontinued. This has caused their price to rise quite a bit, making them an odd collectable. (GRH)
Why do you think coldwave is super canon plausible? Sorry if you answered this a long time ago.
The fact that they’re interpersonally compatible is a given by them being friends since Len was 14, and having worked closely together off and on likely for the majority of their adult lives, even if it wasn’t all them working together for years straight or anything.
They love each other, we know that. Len in Legends S1 (I’m ignoring that Aruba bullshit) would lay down his life for Mick, and in fact did at the end of S1. Mick followed Len on this journey in the first place and I personally believe part of why he came back around after Len died was to honor Len’s memory and sacrifice, and because he was inspired by Len.
And though they’re often at odds, pulling their guns on each other, they have a natural ebb and flow. They understand each other. They have secret codes and a very deep shared understanding and intuition for one another on a job and in almost any space. They literally move in sync in the first few episodes of Legends. They communicate a lot without words and trust each other pretty implicitly, which is why betrayals outside their norm feel so heavy to each of them when they occur.
And then there’s this:
They’re partners. That’s love. And I’m not against reading it as platonic love, but I can see quite easily how it could be them in love, in their own way.
Dating all the way back to at least the 17th century, there has been evidence of key guns used by jailers. The keys were filled with gun powder to create a primitive gun that could be detonated if there was any trouble when opening a cell door.
Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader Word count: 2,062 Warnings: Minor hunting violence. Low key smut. Nothing super graphic. Unprotected sex. Mentions of male and female oral. Request: ( @little-red-83 ) Ok so how about this for a Mick fic (it’s a thing now, calling them Mick fics. Cause I said so lol) anyways: Reader is a close friend of the Winchesters. And Mick makes it known that he is interested but she brushes him off. Sam & Dean know better, they can tell that she likes him & they ask her why she won’t go out with him & she says “Pfft, not with a beard like that. He needs to grow it or shave it off.” Mick overhears & the next day shows up clean shaven. Then she says yes and… smut?
in love is done in different ways. Accepted and denied; comforted and
nerve-wrecked. This how they handle falling in love.
can’t be happening,’ he thought. “Lance… Lance! Lance is insufferable!
A flirt, a nerd!”
cute one, Keith’s mind murmured.
“No… No, no, no, no…”
Keith pulled at his hair, eyes blown in horror and jaw
set in a worried snarl.
As of late, the Cuban paladin has continuously
lingered in Keith’s memories. His slick smirk, combed back hair and that odd
little finger gun he did. At times, Keith would imagine the boy winking or even
notice a mild bit of extra gloss glistening his plump lips.
The blue paladin would pout and Keith would find
himself wanting to wipe it away. Lance would yell his anger and Keith would
only want to hold him until the sorrow washed away. And when Lance smiled,
Keith would find his eyes simmering.
Keith would do anything to support, care for and be
That… That was not how it should have been…
Wasn’t it Lance who told Keith about them being neck
and neck? Lance who’s biggest frustration was Keith himself?
So why does Keith not feel the same? Why does Lance
not feel the same?
To Lance, Keith was only ever a nuisance.
“Keith…” Lance whispered, padding at the others
It amused Lance that Keith would leave the living
space in such a hurry, even forgetting the red cloth he was so accustomed to
wearing. As Lance rubbed the fabric between his thumb and forefinger,
cherishing it with a light-hearted smile, he had to wonder when it was that he
started falling in love.
Keith was unlike any of his past crushes. Male,
masculine, moody, sometimes, even clueless. Lance chuckled at the mention,
remembering each conversation they had where the boy couldn’t quite comprehend
what Lance meant.
He then began to relish in their time spent with each
other. Their competitions, arguments, teamwork. Memories swam through his
thoughts with new fantasies.
To be laying chest to chest wrapped in warm
comforters, the need for each other’s embrace. To be able to lace his hands
with Keith’s, head leaning on broad shoulders. Perhaps, with just a little
stretch of the neck they could kiss…
Lance pushed that image away, heat eliciting at his