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thinktankgoldfish  asked:

Um, so I was out walking my dog when I saw Batman fall off a roof, pull out the grappling gun, miscalculate the distance, and end up in a pond. Who should I tell about this? Robin? #i'mtellingrobin #AndMaybeBruceWayne #PerhapsWeCanFinallyGetAnAnswerToWhoBatsIs #IMeanHe'sGotTheMoney #LOLImagineIfBruceWayneWasBatman #That'dBeHilarious #Gotham'sKingPlayboySecretlySuperAthleticCosplayer #Wait #Holy[CENSORED] #IGotIt #Batman is #fffzzzzrrrggkktttHAHAHA #Jim. #Gordon.

My goal is to get McCree (whom I have created on WrA as an Outlaw rogue, hmu his in-game name is Jessmcreed and I plan on playing him 100% ICly all the time) to max level before the xpac hits bc I’ve always wanted a rogue but never leveled it and I’ve always wanted to achieve the highest form of shitposting live

anonymous asked:

Harley going missing for 9 months and then being found in a hospital with a baby wrapped in a blue blanket in her arms (imknxwntobequitevexing)

Joker stalked down the hospital hallway, arms stretched out at his sides, flanked by his goons as he stopped outside of a hospital room. His tongue swept over his lips as he looked at her in the bed, the baby in her arms. 

“Daddies here..” he said simply, pulling a long barrelled gun from his coat and pointing it towards her. 

anonymous asked:

Could you do a sisfic with 3 and 20? where the reader and kevin are dating but haven't told sam or dean because they would over react but they found out and they're all overprotective something funny sorry if it's too especific

(Fun fact: Osric is who I fondly refer to as my TV boyfriend so I am more than happy to write Kevin. @jamies-supernatural-world this is the drabble giving me photo op ideas)

You and Kevin stared at Dean like deer caught in the head lights from your bed; Kevin was still on top of you, his hands entwined in your hair, but he was too scared to move. He thought if he made any sudden movements that Dean would shoot him. Dean continued to stare at you two, his mouth wide open when it clicked what he walked in on and pulled out his gun, aiming it at Kevin.

“SAM!” He shouted. You and Kevin both flinched and rolled so that you were both standing on the same side of the bed.

“Dean…put the gun down” You said while rubbing your forehead. Sam came running into your room, his gun also drawn.

“What’s wrong?” Sam demanded, looking around the room for the danger.

“I just walked in on Kevin attacking our little sister’s face.” Dean replied.

“You what?!” Sam shouted.

“Okay let’s all just, calm down.” Kevin tried to speak.

“Since when are you dating Kevin?” Sam asked you, completely ignoring Kevin.

It just sorta happened.” Was your response.

“Since when do you keep secrets?” Dean asked accusingly.

“Hey, it was his idea!” You said while pointing to Kevin. Sam and Dean both glared at Kevin, Dean still had his gun aimed at him, but Kevin just rolled his eyes and looked at you.

“No, you didn’t wanna tell because you said they’d overreact, and from the situation we’re in, I’d say you were right.”

          it was Q U I E T ; just how she liked it. she was able to focus on the movements around her rather than the useless gossip of those that usually surrounded her and clouded her mind with distractions and unneeded conversations. moving slightly to the left, the brunette heard something behind her, causing her instincts to pick fight instead of flight, pulling her gun from behind her back and pointing it towards the other, dropping it soon after. 

          hasn’t anyone told you NOT to sneak up on someone with a gun?

US Swimmer Leaves Brazil After Paying $11,000 Over Robbery Scandal
  • US Olympic swimmer Ryan Lochte fabricated a story about being robbed at gunpoint with his teammates by a person impersonating an officer, police said.
  • Lochte and three teammates, heading back after a party, got into a confrontation with a security guard after they trashed a gas station’s bathroom, police said. Lochte was so erratic, police said, that the guard pulled a gun on him.
  • Lochte and Jimmy Feigen were indicted by Brazilian authorities for falsely reporting a crime.
  • Feigen agreed to make a donation of nearly $11,000 to a Brazilian charity in order to leave the country. Lochte had already flown out of Brazil earlier in the week.
  • Gunnar Bentz and Jack Conger spoke to police as witnesses and then left on a flight out of Brazil Thursday night. They had been dramatically hauled off their plane home Wednesday evening.
  • The robbery story first came to light Sunday after Lochte told his mother he was robbed at gunpoint and she told the media. Police then began investigating based on the reports.

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Milwaukee Uprising Chain of Events

Black cop chases felon

Felon pulls gun

Black cop drops him like a rock

Felon was black

Oh shit.Gif

Young activists organize via social media

Proceed to riot

Burn down three businesses owned by black people, run by black people, or that serve black customers

Chant ‘Black power’ and

Use #BlackLivesMatter on social media

Target whites with violence

Attack police officer

This is all the white people’s fault.

After a long day of work, Jessica stopped into the bank and waited in line like everyone else. Today had been a series of unfortunate events as she was late for work and then she forgot she had a meeting and so on. She just wanted to get home and sit down with a bottle of wine and enjoy the weekend.

Glancing around, she was cautious of a few men who were standing and looking around. Maybe looking for cameras? She couldn’t tell but she was crossing her fingers that this wasn’t going to head anywhere bad. Then the guns got pulled out and there was lots of shouting.

Getting on the floor like how they wanted, she laid there and just obeyed at this point. After everything else that happened today, this didn’t phase her.


hexthejinx  asked:

Hey guys, could you please update with some long fics? Particularly for the 20K-50K tag, since you updated the longer ones recently.

only for you boo

if this river don’t drown me, it’s down i’ll mean to roam by Anonymous (1/1 | 35,403 | PG13)

“Who the hell are these guys.” Commander Hale barks, his hand automatically going to his hip holster and Stiles lunges forward, stopping him from pulling his gun out.

“No! Ah… Um. Commander Hale. These are…. These are Atlanteans.” He manages to stutter out, removing his hand from Commander Hale’s person under Peter’s deathly glare of death. He takes a step back but watches as the Commander doesn’t immediately pull his gun out so he counts it as a win.

“What?” Kate hisses, turning to look back at Stiles with a shocked expression. “You can’t be serious. Atlanteans? That’s impossible!”

Stiles Stilinski: Spy! by Anonymous (1/1 | 24,006 | R)

Stiles Stilinski, a desk-bound CIA analyst, volunteers to go undercover to infiltrate the world of a deadly arms dealer, and prevent diabolical global disaster when the field agent he’s assigned to — and in love with — is killed while on a mission to retrieve the coordinates for a nuclear device.

He might even make it out of this alive if Agent Derek Hale would stay the hell out of his way.


A Sterek adaptation of the movie Spy.

A Wolf’s Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous (6/6 | 36,091 | NC17)

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

Family Relations by impalagirl, wilddragonflying (1/1 | 30,389 | NC17)

Derek’s been living peacefully in New York City for going on five years when his half-brother, Scott McCall, calls him up to tell him a friend recently lost their alpha and the alpha’s family is being a bag of dicks about inheritance, and his friend already has one child with another on the way. “I know you don’t like omegas,” Scott had pleaded, “but please; he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.”

Derek, because he had never been able to say no to Scott’s puppy eyes - even when they were pulled out over the phone where Derek couldn’t even see them - eventually agreed. Of course, he probably should have asked what the omega’s name was.

Under the Sea by impalagirl, wilddragonflying (1/1 | 20,420 | PG13)

“Name your price.”

Jennifer catches the movement, and she laughs. “I don’t want any of your plundered treasures,” she says, smirking. “I want something a bit more… valuable.”

Stiles swallows hard. “Like what?”

“Well, for a prince who spends words like endless coin, I’d say a suitable price would be… your voice.”

Stiles’ jaw drops. “What?

Everybody Wants Some Sterek by Electricviolinist, Marbleeyes (1/1 | 26,262 | R)

Loosely based on Everyone Wants Some. Stiles thought College was going to be a hundred times better than High School, especially after winning a baseball scholarship. It was a shame that he’d forgotten about his hidden talent of pissing off everyone he meets, especially a certain green-eyed team mate.

All In by myredturtle (3/3 | 39,120 | R)

Scott finally pulls a a stunt so boneheaded that Stiles can’t think of any way to get him out of it. Hoping to outrun the fallout, he packs up his father and they move to Canada. Unfortunately, nowhere is safe.

Burning House by witchgrassi (1/1 | 46,281 | NR)

For as long as he can remember, Stiles has been dreaming of the burning house in the woods. At first he thought that they were just nightmares, but as he grew up he realized that they were actually visions of the future for the Hale family and that he was the only one who would be able to save them. 

The Basic Plot of Hamilton
  • Hamilton:I'm gonna start a revolution!
  • Burr:wait...
  • Hamilton:I'm gonna work with Washington!
  • Burr:wait...
  • Hamilton:I'm gonna marry a Schuyler sister!
  • Burr:wait...
  • Hamilton:I'm gonna write essays defending the constitution!
  • Burr:wait...
  • Hamilton:I'm gonna do Maria!
  • Burr:wait...
  • Hamilton:I'm gonna publish my affair with Maria!
  • Burr:wait...
  • Hamilton:I'm gonna endorse Jefferson!
  • Burr(pulls out gun):Ok, you know what...

A week after Sherlock jumped, John stopped eating. He lost a nasty amount of weight and refused to eat because it caused him pain, and he wanted - needed - to feel something, anything.

Every day he would pull out his gun and look at it. He wouldn’t do anything more, normally; but one day, when it just became too much, he actually put the gun to his head and just sat there, debating.

Would Sherlock want him to do this? No. Absolutely not. God no.

But did John care right now? Not one bit.

Mycroft, who had been watching John’s every move since that day, saw John put the gun to his head and panicked. He had set up a few cameras in the flat in order to keep an eye on John. He tried talking to him about his newly found eating habits, but John just told him to piss off.

Mycroft quickly picked up his phone and dialed John’s number. He watched as John looked at it across from where he sat in his sofa, not bothering to answer, as always. Instead, his hold tightened on the gun. The moment Mycroft noticed John’s fingers move to the trigger, he immediately called for help.

A few moments later there were people barging into John’s flat. They carefully maneuvered their way upstairs to where he sat and talked him into handing the gun over. It took a while, but he finally did so, handing it to someone who then helped John to stand. He led the man out of his own flat and ushered him in to the black car that pulled up.

John sat motionless in the car, not saying a word the whole ride through. He felt numb. He wanted to die. He didn’t want to be in a world where there was no Sherlock Holmes.

As the car pulled up to a building, John paid no mind. The door on his side opened and a man helped him out.

John now stood stock still, eyes glued to the ground as he waited for instructions, or for someone to speak, or for death to come grab him by the shoulders and pull him into the inevitable void.

But neither came; instead, someone was walking towards him, and John didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Mycroft; he brought that damned umbrella everywhere, which is why it always gave him away.

“John,” Mycroft greeted him, but he paid no mind. He paid no mind to anything these days.

John remained standing where he was until someone placed their hand on his shoulder blades and moved him forward gently. He kept his eyes low, trained on his feet as he walked.

Mycroft watched him from the corner of his eye and frowned. “John, do you know where you are?” he asked.

John shook his head slightly in response.

“You’re at a ward,” Mycroft said softly, a painful feeling of regret and sorrow buried itself deep within his chest. “You’re here because you almost attempted suicide, and I cannot watch you do this to yourself. You’ve not eaten in days, and your health has plummeted immensely. This is the only thing that I know how to do in order to help you.”

At the word ward, John looked up at Mycroft, then looked back down and shrugged. What did he care? The way he saw it, he had already been living at a ward.

Mycroft just sighs and shakes his head as he leads John in a certain direction. Upon their arrival to John’s new room, Mycroft cleared his throat.

“You’re to stay here until you are better, and I shall determine whether you are to be released or not. I am not doing this to torture you, John, but to merely look after you. I can no longer trust you to be on your own, and if anything happened to you, Sher-” he cleared his throat again. “Sherlock would never forgive me, even in death.”

John just remained silent.

Mycroft opened the door to John’s new living quarters, which was a white padded room with a bed, a bedside table, and a bookshelf filled with all kinds of books to read.

John walked in, sat down on the bed, and sighed. He felt resigned. He knew he needed this, but he would never admit it.

“Some of your clothes will be sent to you, but for now you can change into these,” Mycroft handed him a pair of pale blue pajamas. “Please, John, get better.” Then he left and closed the door, locking it as he went.

Two weeks into his stay, John had begun to hallucinate Sherlock. It had begun when John would talk to himself, but he would imagine Sherlock sitting down on the bed beside him, listening to his every word with content.

John would tell him how much he missed him, what he had been up to that day, what he had eaten; just small things that any other person would find boring, but not Sherlock. Sherlock was interested in everything John did.

One day, John had been reading a book aloud to Sherlock when he finally asked the impending question.

“So, how did you do it, then?” he asked.

Sherlock looked at John with a confused expression. “How did I do what, John?”

John closed the book he had been reading and sat it down upon the bedside table before looking up at Sherlock. “How did you fake your death?”

Sherlock frowned. “I didn’t,” he whispered. He looked at John, his eyes glazed with sadness.

John just looked at him and shook his head. “But you’re sitting here, talking to me, listening to me. Obviously, you’re not dead.”

Sherlock shook his head sadly. “No, John,” he said. “I’m sitting here, talking to you, listening to you, because you imagined me doing so. I am dead. Gone. You spend so much time alone that your mind reverts to the one thing you want most, which happens to be me.”

John just stared up at the man, the ghost, the allusion. “No,” he shook his head again. “No, you are alive, you are here. This is real.”

Sherlock stood from the bed and peered down at John. “No, John,” he said, his voice soft. “As ever you see, but you do not observe, as always.” His lips tilted up in a smirk. “My dear Watson, look at me, and I mean really look. I am not wholesome. You can see through me. I see through me. I do not exist.”

And John did look. He took his time looking, and shook as he realized that Sherlock was right. John could see through him. He wasn’t real. As John came to terms with this, Sherlock slowly began fading away.

John has been alone this entire time, talking to himself, reading to himself. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands, and wept. He was completely, and utterly, alone.

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Alec Hardison and representation

I’ve been thinking about this issue ever since reading a post that talked about schema, how the brain creates templates for things, and how this applies to racism. Here’s the example the OP used (paraphrasing from memory): Every time you see a black man on tv, they’re wearing baggy trousers and an oversize white t-shirt. They mouth off to a cop, reach under the t-shirt, pull out a gun, blam! blam! So when you’re dealing with a real-life black man wearing baggy trousers and an oversize white t-shirt, when he reaches under that shirt, do you wait to see what will be in his hand? Do you even really see what is there–his wallet, a bag of Skittles, spare change? Or do you see a gun because that’s the shortcut your brain has been taught by thousands of hours of media?

Then there’s Alec Hardison. John Rogers says in one of the episode commentaries that the original conceptions for Hardison and Eliot were that their hacker should be a large man, not the standard skinny wimp (e.g., Cha0s), and their hitter should be smaller and precise, not physically intimidating at first glance. They could have cast a black Eliot and a white Hardison. Once they had their actors, the actors shaped their roles.

So you have Hardison, the black guy. Who is the least violent of anybody on the team. The only one who can’t handle a gun. The least effective in a hand-to-hand fight. The one whom both Eliot and Nate call “the smartest man I know”. Who has a romantic relationship with a pretty blonde white girl that is completely non-fetishized. Who forms a close friendship with an ex-military country boy. There are a few flashbacks where you see teenaged Hardison in the oversized t-shirt and hiphop bling–and braces on his teeth. He’s not knocking over a grocery store with a gun; he’s knocking over the Bank of Iceland by hacking. 

Hardison is a triumph for representation. He subverts just about every expectation for a black male of his age on television. And he does it with style and humor and comedy, which sneaks into your brain and makes you feel good. Aldis Hodge and John Rogers deserve a lot of credit for Alec Hardison, and I look forward to Hodge having a long and brilliant career because I think he deserves it. 

NBA Player is wanted for murder....Guess who!!

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This is some CRAZY ISH … but NBA player JAVARIS CRITTENDON - who is most famous for being the dude who pulled A GUN on Gilbert Arenas - is wanted for MURDER.

Javaris, who played on Memphis, The Lakers and The Wizards, allegedly did a drive by and SHOT an innocent woman and KILLED HER. All because he was trying to shoot some goons who robbed him.

Here is how the Atlanta Journal Constitution is reporting it:

“It appears Mr. Crittenton observed who he thought was the perpetrator walking down the street,“ Major Keith Meadows told the AJC. "It so happens Miss Jones was walking down the street at the same time.”

Jones was walking with others near her Macon Drive home in southwest Atlanta around 10 p.m. Aug. 19 when she was shot, police said. Several witnesses told police the shots were fired from a black Chevrolet Tahoe.

Jones was struck in the leg and later died during surgery. Two men walking with Jones fled and were not injured, and investigators now believe one of those men was the intended target.

Investigators believe Crittenton may have been seeking retaliation after being robbed of his jewelry April 21, Meadows said. Crittenton reported that crime to police.

Steven Universe PSA

Okay guys so I really only wanna have to talk about this once. I know there’s been a lot of discourse and I get it. The fact that Steven has a knife at all seems like it doesn’t fit the aesthetic of the show or the message that it’s trying to send. But it’s not that he HAS a knife that makes the “Steven’s Knife” and “Steven’s Gun” episodes resonate with the viewers of the show. The crimes Steven commits in these episodes mean something not to us, not to the crystal gems, but to ROSE QUARTZ HERSELF. Stay with me now. All of the strife Steven has had put up with in the last few episodes have been due to Rose’s mistakes! Dealing with the Gems’ disdainful undertones for Steven because he is partially responsible for Rose’s death, the turmoil of finding out his mom was a murderer before he was, and hell, Bismuth pulled a GUN on Steven because of her anger over Rose Quartz’s choices. Steven was faced with his first challenge and it TERRIFIED him.

We have never seen Steven with such a look of raw horror when faced with something he does so often. This is the FIRST gem Steven has stabbed. The body count has been adding up since episode one, but this is the first GEM we seen Steven pull his knife on. Why? Because Rose Quartz loved HUMANS. Rose Quartz lives on ONLY through Steven’s gem. And it is my personal theory that the many stabbings Steven has done over the course of the series have all been with the intent of steeping Rose Quartz (through his own gem) in as much human blood as possible. An act of vengeance for the trouble she has caused him by his very birth. I am not condoning Steven’s actions. They are EXTREMELY violent and wrong, ESPECIALLY for a kid’s show. But I am hoping to shed a little light on why, amongst this show of singing and free love, the main character would wield, and frequently use, a knife.