"Ugh. Darwin was right. I didn't realize I was working with a bunch of lemmings."
"I should think less like a human being that uses doors, and more like a... squirrel that has anger problems."
"It's like the classic debate of why measuring the position of an electron changes its momentum and vice-versa. The only correct answer is to get drunk and set fire to things."
"Since this morning, I've been bitten, shot, bombed, electrocuted, almost drowned, almost fallen to my death, and strangled. Rasputin wasn't so lucky."
"I HAVE TO BLOW EVERYTHING UP. IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO PROVE THAT I'M NOT CRAZY."
"You can never prove the absence of ninjas, only their direct presence."
"What was that Nietzsche said? 'He who fights drummers should see to it that in the process he does not himself become a drummer'? [...] I wonder if Nietzsche was in a band. I bet he was. I should look him up when I get out of here. I bet the songs have pretty deep lyrics."
"Friends are like weeds that scream."
"It looks like an anemometer, but it is not. Anemometers don't fire bullets. Not even the expensive ones. Or I don't think they do. If they do, meteorologists are more hardcore than I thought."
"So yeah, I'm killing people now. But that was NOT murder. That was TOTALLY self-defense. Just because I have a sub-machine gun doesn't change anything."
"I do belong in a pedestal, but metaphorically, God damn it!"
Heckler and Koch love for your Tuesday. Two of my favorite subguns, MP7 A2, and UMP 45. The G36C and two belt fed machine guns, MG4 & MG5. The beautiful Jessica Nyberg of the sportsmans channel handguns and defensive weapons handling the MG5.
Why do you consistently want Belle to hit BF on the head with Her Handsome Hero?
It’s just a happy mental image for me, especially if Belle does it in the middle of the Black Fairy’s inevitable evil monologue. Double bonus points if Belle has to stand on a little step stool to do it.
Also, they keep showing the book as a symbol of Belle’s Maternal Love and also the Desire To Be a Hero so the book should be used in some way again. Preferably weaponized, as Belle is non-magical and anti-murder so: “CLOSE UP ON: SUB-MACHINE GUN. Belle PICKS IT UP and …” is not going to be one of the Sneak Peaks from an upcoming episode.
Tumblr disclaimer: I don’t actually condone whacking people with books; you might hurt the books.
Only two people in this photo may have survived the war, the boy in the foreground and the SS man holding the MG.
Warsaw Ghetto Uprising – Photo from Jürgen Stroop Report to Heinrich Himmler from May 1943. The original German caption reads: “Forcibly pulled out of dug-outs”.
An iconic image of World War II. People identified in the picture:
Identity of the boy in the front was not confirmed, but is possibly Artur Dab Siemiatek, Levi Zelinwarger (next to his mother, Chana Zelinwarger) or Tsvi Nussbaum.
Hanka Lamet – small girl on the left
Matylda Lamet Goldfinger – Hanka’s mother next to her (second from the left)
Leo Kartuziński – teenaged boy in the background with white bag on his shoulder
Golda Stavarowski – in the background, first woman from the right, with one hand raised.
Most were transported to the extermination camp Treblinka.
Tsvi Chaim Nussbaum (August 31, 1935 – July 2, 2012) was the only Holocaust survivor in his family, and is considered by some as being the boy in this photo.
Josef Blösche (12 February 1912 – 29 July 1969) was a member of the Nazi Party who served in the SS and SD during World War II. Blösche became known to the world as a symbol of the Nazi cruelty inflicted on people within the Warsaw ghetto because of a famous photograph taken during the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising which portrays a surrendering little boy (possibly Tsvi C. Nussbaum) in the foreground, and Blösche as the SS man who is facing the boy with an sub-machine gun in hand.
He was finally identified (as in August 1946 he suffered a major accident at work, leaving the side of his face severely deformed) and arrested in January 1967.
Blösche was put on trial in Erfurt in April 1969. He was found guilty, including in participating in the shooting of about 1,000 Jews in 1943. He was sentenced to death, and executed in Leipzig on 29 July 1969.
You pushed the gas peddle to the floor, speeding down the highway underneath the bridges locking onto Bucky’s location. You looked up and saw a man running away from a masked figure. “Dammit, he’s fast.” You shifted the car into gear and headed towards the bridge opening. All of a sudden a body dropped down from where the opening was, frantically looking around.
Rolling down the windows as you swung the car around to get his attention, “Bucky get your ass in here!” He whipped around and charged at your car, face hard and determined. As soon as he got in you flipped a switch to put your car into boost mode. Going from 30mph to 70mph in ten seconds flat. Police cars began to chase after you and come towards you, the masked figure, who turned out to be in a full on black panther suit, on top of one of them.
“Shit! Bucky, grab the wheel and swing the car around when we pass that pillar.” With a nod, he grabbed the wheel. Just as he swerved the car around as you pulled out two MP5 Sub machine guns from the holsters strapped to your sides and began to fire at the cars behind you. Then releasing the rounds through the opposite window at the cars coming at full force in front of you. Putting them all out of commission by blowing out their tires, causing them to crash into one another as Bucky veered past the wreckage. Once you holstered the guns, you took control of the wheel Bucky swooped and pulled you into a quick and heated kiss before sitting back into his seat.
“Damn baby, that move was hot. And thank you, you didn’t have to do it ya know.” You smiled sweetly at him, driving through the streets and throwing everyone off your trail.
“Hey, you saved me from my dad’s goons, so I had to return the favor. Plus, you’re worth it.” Bucky squeezed your hand smiling at the road ahead, “Yeah, so are you.”
Lucio ran for his life, he didn’t know where he was going, heck, he didn’t know what he was doing. Talon’s ambush had worked all according to plan. They were caught off guard and Lucio was separated from his team. He tried using his com link. But the only response he received was from a all too familiar Mexican accent.
“Did you really think that would work?”
He threw down his com and kept running. He didn’t want to know how close reaper, widow maker or Sombra was from him. Just keep moving. Suddenly he heard the rapid fire rip of a sub machine gun.
His legs roared in pain and he hit the ground. Blood was already every where. He tried to get up off his knees but his legs gave out. He heard footsteps, taking their precious time to get to him. Run, move somthing! He screamed to himself. He scrambled to his knees again to try to stand when reaper kicked the back of his head.
He fell forward onto his chest, he wasn’t able to catch himself and hit his head on the hard ground. The world faded in and out of focus. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. Reaper grabbed him.
He begged. He knew it was pointless.
“I don’t… Wanna die…”
He said and then repeated.
“I don’t wanna die,
I don’t wanna die”
He wasn’t ready to give in, he wasn’t ready to move on, he still had a life to live and goals to achieve. He didn’t want to die.
Somthing about that phrase stirred somthing deep in Reaper. For a moment he wasn’t holding the unfortunate teen in his arms but Jesse. Missing his arm, close to death and nothing Gabriel could do to help him. He wanted to help him. Reassure him. Save him.
“I don’t wanna die.”
“You won’t kid, I got you. I promise.”
He forced himself back to the present. The past is worthless. Focus on his job. Mcree should’ve died there. He told himself, even though just thinking about it sent a pang of guilt through his heart. A heart that no longer beat.
“Death comes for all…”
Lucio felt his grip slipping, his life falling through his hands. He felt tired, so,
So so tired.
Darkness danced at the edges of his vision. Breathing became an insurmountable task. The world faded away entirely now,
Into a meaningless blur of color and sounds, the faint scream he knew belonged to Hana no longer had any weight on his mind.
Unlike Die, Crowbar doesn’t get to use his associated item, but makes up for it with his choice of firearm. I don’t know what Crowbar is using (other than ‘sub-machine gun’ because I’m not super into guns) but it’s the same gun he uses in the intermission to aerate Jake.
“A United States soldier advances cautiously at left with a sub-machine gun to cover any attempt of the German tank crew from escaping their fiery prison inside their tank following a duel with U.S. and British anti-tank units in Medjez al Bab area, Tunisia, on January 12, 1943.”