Summary: However this ends, he’s a fool if he does nothing or a fool if he gives into the sweetness of temptation.
Author’s Note: I’m glad I’m finally done with this story. I had debated on a while on how far to take this. But I’m glad that I decided to push the envelope and go all the way with the smut. Enjoy!
Nights like this were always innocent.
They would curl up under the covers of her bed and watch movies until they both fell asleep. Suspicions never rose when they spent hours together behind her bedroom door; often times it wouldn’t open until the early hours of the morning and it was time for Isaac to leave so he could head home to get ready for school. It was entirely innocent…until it wasn’t. Her parents should have expected that it would turn out that way eventually.
The night starts out like every other one. They had watched two movies and thirty minutes into the third (some French film remake with an obscenely long title), she was sound asleep. The movie was a thriller; it was on the subtler side but the heroine was hot and that kept his attention mostly.
Then there was a sex scene. Of course there was a sex scene. Not that he was complaining too much. The guy okay looking, but seeing the actress naked, enjoying being eaten out, being thrust into from behind—the whole scene made his cock twinge with desire.
Isaac feels a shift beside him. Looking down, he sees [Name] burrowing herself further into the covers of her bed. Lying on her side with one arm tucked under the pillow and her legs pulled towards her stomach, she looked like an angel. She looked so peaceful (and not his girl) and there was a desire in his blood to touch her. It should never have been a thought that entered his mind. It was wrong. She was his friend and asleep, and he was turned on by a movie. He should have just gone to bathroom to jack off. Isaac licks his lips as his eyes travel across her sleeping form.
She’s leaning it. Red lips close – so tantalising close it’s fucking taunting her and it’s fucking unfair. So fucking unfair. Because her heart’s pounding, her hands are already on her hips and her throat is so dry it could be a fucking desert.
And it’s so fucking unfair because this is not how it’s supposed to go, and how can her body just betray her like that, just give in to temptation wrapped in a black dress and with positively thirsty eyes?
What are some non verbal indications that someone is good with guns (any and all)? Like, how someone holds a gun, their stance, where their holster is, etc.
In most cases it’s easier to know when someone doesn’t know
what they’re doing. With that, there are enough that I wouldn’t pretend to be
able to create an exhaustive list. The big ones that will send anyone with
firearms training up the wall are trigger discipline and barrel control.
Trigger discipline is about keeping your finger off the
trigger until you are ready to fire. It’s a really simple thing, and something everyone handling a gun should
practice. Hollywood hates it. Or at least, some directors in Hollywood
(apparently) think their actors should have their fingers on the trigger at all
times, “because it looks more dangerous.” Which, you know, it actually is.
Most people who know what they’re doing will rest their
index finger along the frame over the trigger. This isn’t the only way, some
will simply have their finger sticking out at an awkward angle (and a lot of
people will do that during reloads).
Barrel control is keeping the firearm pointed in a safe
direction at all times. “Safe,” is a bit of a loaded term here, since, if your
goal is to use the gun on someone, you’re going to be pointing it at them.
Again, this is basic safety. This is a little more involved, because no matter
what you do, the gun will be pointed somewhere. The important part is
remembering that, and not pointing the gun at someone’s thigh when you’re not
As with trigger discipline, this is an incredibly basic
element of gun safety, that a lot of people who don’t know what they’re doing
will easily miss.
There are a lot of other potential tells, someone who drops
their magazines rather than retaining them, probably doesn’t know what they’re
doing. (This is the practice of discarding a partial or empty magazine when
reloading, instead of keeping it.) TV and film love presenting people dropping
mags, probably because it looks more dramatic, but it is a pretty good sign
that someone’s only education came from mass media.
Concealment isn’t cover. This is one of the few that does
tend to separate trained shooters from untrained ones. In a shock to no one, bullets
pass through objects in their environment. Taking cover means far more than hiding
behind a car door or couch.
So, concealment means you cannot see your opponent. Cover
means they’re hiding behind something that will take a bullet. Most of the
time, just because you can’t see someone, doesn’t mean you can’t shoot them.
Someone hides behind a wall in a home or office? Yeah, you can shoot straight
through that. Drywall, almost all furniture, most parts of a vehicle, most
garage doors… none of that will stop a pistol round. When you start dealing
with rifle rounds, even things like exterior walls start getting iffy. Trained
shooters will fire through concealment. Amateurs who learned how to shoot from
Call of Duty and reruns of old Arnold movies will try to take cover behind a
Firing until you run dry. This is a little trickier because
trained shooters will do this on the range. No one’s shooting back, and you’re
going to immediately repack the mag anyway.
In the field though, emptying your magazine is a seriously dangerous
situation. Reload partials when you have the opportunity to, don’t wait for it
to run empty, and have a non-functional gun when you need it.
The problem with all of this information is; it doesn’t
really answer your question. It tells you things to look for with someone who
doesn’t know what they’re doing. Not how to identify someone who really does.
This is because it’s far easier to identify things that an incompetent shooter
will do, rather than tells that are exclusive to someone who really knows what
they’re doing in contrast to someone who has a basic understanding of gun use.
Some of these also aren’t easy to operationalize. For
example, with stance, There’s Weaver, Chapman, Center Axis Relock, Modern Isosceles, and many more. There isn’t
a, “correct,” or, “elite,” way to do choose one of these, and many experienced
shooters will tailor their stance to match the situation they’re in on the fly.
The exact way they do that, or if they choose something that isn’t a functional stance, like Gangster
Style (holding a handgun horizontally at arm’s length), can tell you about
their training and how comfortable they are with a gun, but it’s not something
you can easily explain in abstract. (At least not without going into all of the
pros and cons of the various stances, and spending a lot of time going through
all of the debate on the subject.) There’s also a lot of blending between some
of these stances, and “adapted,” “reverse,” or “modern” variants of them.
It’s easy to distinguish someone who doesn’t know what they’re
doing from someone who’s had some basic training, but distinguishing between
someone who knows what they’re doing, and someone who is actually good with the
weapons can be tricky.
I am sorry if that doesn’t really answer your question.
A crown has
arrived in Los Santos. Not just a crown of course, a whole array of finery,
gold and jewels and an ornamental sceptre, even a smaller secondary crown, but
the true prize in the collection is clearly the extravagant domed affair, huge,
bejewelled and topped with a hefty gold cross. It’s for a show of sorts, a
traveling display of some ancient European royalty, and it couldn’t be a more
obvious trap if the Fake’s had received a personalized invitation.
Los Santos doesn’t
have a big arts scene, doesn’t have fancy museums or cultural influences; to
bring so much wealth to the city, the crime capital of the country, to roll it
right under the noses of the self-proclaimed royalty of organized crime and publically advertise its arrival is so
laughably on the nose it can only be the LSPD’s latest pathetic attempt at a
sting. An embarrassing police endeavour to draw the FAHC out, ludicrously
obvious and yet, despite all reason, it’s working.
It might be
offensively over the top but there are, of course, two members of the FAHC who
live for offensively over the top, who can’t even focus on the obvious jaws of
the trap, knowing all too well that the bait is poisoned but unable to help
being hooked anyway. Geoff and Gavin, the big boss and his most ostentatious
little snake, both lost the second there were crowns on the table, both shiny
eyed and hopeless, full of longing as their hurricane of plans tips into the
Gavin keeps making
puppy-dog eyes at Geoff, begging and pleading and carefully explaining exactly
why he deserves to be the one who wears the big crown; everyone already knows Geoff’s the king, he doesn’t need
it, and anyway it just wouldn’t suit his look at all. Geoff is batting off
every argument, some with considerable difficulty but he’s determined to hold
out, heart set on keeping the absurd thing for himself. Half out of affection,
half out of desperately placating bribery Geoff’s instead promising Gavin the
slightly smaller, more classically spiked crown; the fine filigree diadem
obviously the lighter of the two, easier to wear and arguably more pretty,
still obscenely ornate and look how gold it is Gavvers come on.
Boss and conman
aside the rest of the crew aren’t quite so blinded by the frankly insulting
attempt at a trap. Except, well. Except that they kind of are, in their own
Jack and Lindsay
spent a whole morning tracking down sources, ensuring that while the display
was fake the actual items were authentic. And boy, the LSPD didn’t go halfway
in their bid for stupidest plan of all time – not only is everything
certifiably real, it’s worth an actual fortune. They aren’t kidding themselves
about fencing the crowns, it’s important to be aware of one’s weaknesses and
sometimes that means acknowledging that you work with egotistical children, but
there is still more than enough extra gubbins in the display to make such a wildly
ill-advised heist worth considering.
Ryan, Michael and
Jeremy aren’t particularly hung up on the money end; it’s always nice, sure,
but honestly the FAHC hasn’t been strapped for cash in a long, long time. These
days the jobs they do tend to have some other purpose, amusement or revenge or
displays of power with monetary gain a secondary factor, definitely not
sufficient to barrel headfirst into a guaranteed trap. But then the trap is so clear
to see it’s pretty much a dare, a middle finger, the suggestion that the Fake’s
are too stupid to see what’s right in front of them. If there’s one thing the more
rough and tumble side of the crew have in common it’s their inability to stand
down from a challenge, their dislike of any insinuation that there’s anything
they cannot do, any prize outside their reach. Screw the gold, Michael, Jeremy
and Ryan are, as always, just out to ruin the LSPD’s day.
So they brainstorm,
they plan, they get into more than one argument about the authority bestowed by
fancy headwear and, in the end, after enduring numerous scornful complaints
from members the Support Crew regarding always doing things the hard way, they simply
call up one of Geoff’s rats on the force and have her unlock the door and look
the other way. It is perhaps the most anticlimactic ‘heist’ of the FAHC’s
entire existence – not that you’d know it from the way Geoff and Gavin swan
about in their crowns. Not that you’d know it unless you were there to witness,
actually, considering the hilariously inaccurate rumour that spreads like
wildfire, the tale of an epic showdown between the police and the Fakes, the
crowns simply the spoils of war in a greater battle that took out half a city
To be fair, that battle
definitely happened, it just had literally nothing to do with any heist.
Disappointed by the appalling lack of action Ryan took Michael and Jeremy for a
leisurely drive down to the police station, car full of everything from flares
to SMG’s to a full-blown rocket launcher, and the three of them had a little
party. By the time the rest of the crew shows up, somewhat overdressed but
still drawn as always towards the sound of senseless mayhem, the street is a
warzone, a building is on fire, and the LSPD have completely sworn off ever
again trying to entrap the FAHC.
Hello, I have finally done this! Look at me actually doing things! :)
(Note: don’t be Andrew in this. The fish are trying to quit smoking; don’t enable them.)
Sometimes, Neil couldn’t quite think about his time on the run in a straightforward sort of way. It all twisted in on itself, becoming something summarized and nonlinear. There were posted signs all around it in Neil’s brain: Do not attempt to touch the memory lump; do not attempt to feed the memory lump.
So, when Matt asked, Neil really couldn’t say how long ago it had been that he’d been on a boat. Eight names. That was all he could say about it – eight names ago. How many years ago, how old he’d been, he couldn’t really say for sure.
Andrew would know. Andrew would be able to translate. But Andrew had disappeared for the moment, and Neil couldn’t very well say to Matt, “It was back when my name was Stefan.” So, Neil shrugged.
You said real snipers wouldn't use a laser pointer with a rifle. Because it's useless on great distance and you don't want to announce yourself to your target. So what are laser pointers on guns good for? Because obviously they exist, but what for? Thanks for your blog, it's very interesting and helpful!
Lasers are intended for short range target acquisition. That
is to say, knowing exactly where you’re pointing the gun. They can be a useful
aid for inexperienced shooters, though anything that speeds up your ability to
put a bullet into someone is an advantage in a firefight. This is the same
basic idea that makes reflex sights useful. It gives you a clean aim-point, and
if that shaves a fraction of a second of your reaction time, it may save your
Of the two, reflex sights do the job slightly better, with
less visual noise and without announcing that you’re about to shoot someone.
Okay, the, “slightly better,” part is personal preference. If you really want,
you can take the belt and suspenders approach and slap both of them on your
gun, but you’re only going to be using one of them at any given moment.
Part of the reason I’ve said lasers are for amateurs is
because, in most cases, if you’re sighting your weapon properly, you usually
won’t see the laser. The front post will obstruct it for your dominant eye.
(Your off eye will see it, but it’s just going to confirm what you already
know.) If you’re sighting down the gun incorrectly, or not looking through the
sights at all, then the laser will help your aim.
For an inexperienced shooter, in a crisis, a laser will help
them put the round where they want it. For someone who knows what they’re
doing, a laser is a much more situational tool, and not something they’ll need
most of the time.
The major benefit for an experienced shooting is snapshots. This
is where you rapidly bring the weapon up and fire without taking the time to
aim properly. In this case, the shooter will probably be sighting incorrectly
for speed, and the laser can give them a clear idea of what they’ll hit without
actually needing the sights to verifying. To be fair, this is another thing you
can use a reflex sight for. You can also snapshoot without either.
Finally, lasers can make switching between targets faster.
Again, it lets you know where you’re aiming slightly faster than iron sights.
Strictly speaking, lasers are also more forgiving as a sighting element than
most optics. Even if you’re holding the gun incorrectly, the laser will tell
you where you’ve pointed it.
The takeaway is that, lasers can be useful for shooting
people in the same room, especially if you don’t really know your way around a
gun. Not so much when you’re trying to put a round in someone half a block
No you have to understand. Slade gets Evelyn to come at Oliver with a gun and says “there is no giving up to these guys”
When Oliver first started to be trained by Slade, way back in 1x14 he questioned what good the training would do against men with guns. Slade gives him a gun and demonstrates how to disarm a man pointing a gun at him from close range and says “there is no giving up to these guys”. Later that same episode, Oliver executes the same move to save himself and Slade- the first time the training seems to have been effective. It’s Oliver’s first real success in training.
And it’s the move that Oliver uses against Evelyn in the finale. It’s a beautifully subtle callback. And, more importantly, it shows the shared history of Oliver and Slade, the reason why, given just a little bit of encouragement, Oliver is so easily able to trust Slade with so much that is important to him. The reason why Slade sticks with him throughout the episode. A shared memory as evidence of bond between them.
Donald Trump won the backing of the National Rifle Association and many gun owners by opposing limits to the Second Amendment’s right to bear arms. But since his election and in the early months of his presidency, Trump has not been good for the gun business.
Warnings: language, mention at torture violence, angst as per usual
A/N: I have been bored all day so this is what you get :) and I’m going to give most of the credit to @mamapeterson bc she was a genius in beta’ing this…she improved tf out of it and made it what it is!! Feedback is appreciated!!
Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.
Warnings: sexual harassment, language, a/b/o dynamics
A/N: sooo its finally here! the a/b/o fic nobody asked for. this is my take on the dynamic and it’s kind of different (but not really) to what i’ve seen on here before but hopefully you guys like it! i promise it’ll be a LOT more smutty than my series usually are, but im gonna make yall work for it first. feedback is always appreciated! message me if you wanna be tagged :)
Natasha is waiting in your office when you return to Stark Tower, barely flinching when you slam the door shut and immediately collapse on the small couch against the wall. Nat undrapes her legs off your desk and pads over to you to sit crossed-legged by your head, putting on an exaggerated pout. It’s probably unwise to side-glare an international assassin turned Avenger, but you do it anyway.
You close your eyes and fill up Nat’s expectant silence with, “Why are all Alphas the biggest fucking assholes on the planet?”
“I don’t know,” Nat says with a wistful sigh, “It must be in our DNA.”
This probs sucks: Andrew being in danger and actually defending himself ( Neil said that when it came to crimes against his own person andrew couldn't care less and that he hated that, " you take shit care of yourself" and Who watches your back? You watch our backs but who takes care of you?) for the first time because now he has something to live for( he leans on Neil and exy until he finds his own) something that he doesn't want to leave or miss. Someone worth staying alive for: Neil Josten
They say that trouble comes in threes; Andrew would argue that is also comes in fives, sevens, and, on occasion, tens. At least that’s what he was telling himself when the gun was pulled on him.
He had come down to Columbia by himself. Neil had a game and Nicky’s house really needed to be boxed up and sold as soon as possible. Nicky had decided to split whatever they made three ways before he headed to Germany permanently.
Andrew boxed up all of Nicky and Aaron’s things and threw them in the back of the truck he had rented before driving to the post office and mailing half to Germany and the other half to California. Andrew was moving to North Carolina to be closer to Neil’s team and not at all because he would become the middle ground, forcing everyone to come to him so he never had to fly–well, maybe just a little.
Doesn’t matter who you are - you got a gun in your face, chances are good you’ll do what the other man says. Only two types don’t buckle at that point: trained killers and psychopaths. Lot of people can’t tell the difference.