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anonymous-user-a · 3 days

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if you get your gun back i will give you a treat :3

Considering the fact that I already want it back, I consider this a deal.

#tw gun mention

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incorrectbatfam · 22 days

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Jason: *points gun at Bruce*

Bruce: I don't believe in guns.

Jason: Well, trust me, they're very real.

#source: criminal minds #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #tw gun mention

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bamsara · 4 months

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LAMB IS GETTING A GUN IN THE UPDATE

#FINALLY ALL THOSE MEMES WHERE THE RED CROWN TURNS INTO A GUN IMSDG SHDLKGSLDKS #tw gun mention

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anantaru · 22 days

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. reminiscing about the start of your relationship // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ cw. mentions of guns, tw guns, fluff & established relationship, a/n. this is just a random idea that came to me, not proofread, gn! reader ♡

the unfolding of a relationship can truly be something magical.

with a warm contentment, you settle yourself against boothill's chest as you indulge the drifting thoughts in your mind, humming lightly into your chest as you felt a large palm cradle your hip.

you cannot lie to yourself, can you? but you're rather nostalgic about the early stages of your relationship with your boyfriend and how the two of you got to know each other.

at that, you realise it's a fun story, a great one even.

to boothill, you were the first person he's had a genuine interest in having a relationship with, and remembering how he thought he should tackle it— well, it was almost tragic, in a humorous way.

people who saw him as a dangerous individual weren't necessarily new to him. he'd be naive believing that he wouldn't be scary to look at.

the man understood that his risky occupation, aside from his outside demeanor could come across as unsafe and frightening to the outside spectator.

what boothill didn't realise, however, was that no matter how hard you try, you cannot hide yourself.

you see, boothill doesn't lie— although frankly, he did try to make himself seem a little less intense to you. especially on your first dates.

it all began with his job and how it doesn't fit with your usual cookie cutter profession. in order to appear a lot softer and less frightening to you, he wasn't the most honest about what he's been doing for a living, nor did he actually plan to reveal it to you right away.

reflecting back on it, his cheeks instantly burn of embarrassment— the sheer confidence he must've experienced when he believed, for a single second, that he could be able to claim and sell the lie of him having a bakery would actually fool you in the slightest bit.

quoting his exact type of wording; a renowned bakery owner with a strong liking towards lemon cake.

well, perhaps you bringing it up from time to time and teasing him with it was a consequence of his own actions now. yet, his sweet sense of humor made you fall in love with him the most.

it's adorable, he is, yet it ended up being slightly dangerous— with such words shrouded in your mind, you're thinking back at one specific moment where you accidentally found one of hid guns.

naturally, he's tried to downplay it immediately, hands turning sweaty as he couldn't keep eye contact with you while working himself through a story of claiming that, well, it's not a real one silly, see? but a fake one, okay? that he's been using for an upcoming, top secret, performance he's been planning for a while now.

for his bakery. you know.

little did he realize you accidentally pulled the trigger right when you were about to hand over the weapon and shot a bullet through the wall, right into the living room— you were fortunate enough that the knock back didn't hurt your shoulder too much, it stung a little, yes, but you were able to recover from the shock quickly.

yeah, it's safe to assume that this was a clear awakening to boothill, that he most likely needs to let you in on a couple of silly, little details about his life.

well now at least, after being in a loving relationship for a good couple of years already, you tilt your face and prop yourself up by your chin as your boyfriend shakes his head the moment you mention it to him again, "don't remind me of that," he begins to panic, a big and embarrassing smile plastering across his mouth as his heart drops to the pit of his stomach, "hey! we promised not to talk about this again,"

he's shrouded with a sudden feeling of helplessness, scratching the back of his neck before you slant yourself closer with an airy laugh brushing against his lips, "but it's our origin story," you smile and hoist your body up so you could be on his eye level.

you continue to affirm, knowing it makes your boyfriend weak in the knees, "and you're so sweet when you're embarrassed," before applying a sultry kiss on his cheek, breath holding, mind numbing, as boothill quirks up the sides of his mouth softly at your plush lips touching him.

truly, how beautiful it was that no matter what, he knows that you are one and if anything, a story such as yours only brought one closer.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #boothill x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #boothill x you #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #boothill fluff #tw gun mention #tw guns

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yonemurishiroku · 1 year

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I don’t understand. Rick implanted that demigods can’t use electronic devices since it exposes them to the monsters. He didn’t say anything about guns.

I’m serious. You built a catapult but you can’t build a gun? C’mon. Give them a gun. Or those cannon thingies in the pirate ships. Maybe make bullets from celestial bronze or something.

Give Will a gun and let’s me see how Tartarus fares.

#LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN STILL TRAUMATIZE PEOPLE WHEN I DUMP A CELESTIAL BOMB IN YOUR HEART #c’mon leo do your thing #tw gun mention #tw gun #tw violence #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #solangelo #the sun and the star: a nico di angelo adventure #the sun and the star #tsats

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metaphorical-goblin · 5 months

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Thinking about Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth being kidnapped for ransom or whatever

The thing is that he is So Done With This by now, and when he feels something press against his back and some squeaky voice just saying “don’t move!” he sighs and puts his hands up, all casual compliant whatever

Sits very primly in the backseat of the car that they threw him in, and of course he tears them up, “really? An unmarked vehicle? Do you understand how suspicious you look? And not even any accommodations, don’t you understand that hostages are much more compliant if they feel they have some sort of leverage—“ (they give him a cup of tea to placate him for a bit)

Then “I suppose you want the entire police force after you, too. My husband is known for his ruthless pursuits, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

…husband?

ARCH HIS EYEBROW. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

ohgodohgodohGOD quick get his PHONE, find— GAH WHERE’S THE NAME— oh there it is, Phoenix Wright. Dig the gun into his side and tell him to make up some excuse

“Hello, Phoenix. I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel our plans for tonight. Things got busy at work,” yadda yadda

Phoenix, sitting there in his sweatpants and fuzzy socks, stuff sitting out for their mud masks and snacks for their monthly Movie Night: “uh”

“Alright, I love you. Goodbye”

HANG UP FAST, throw his phone out the window, whatever, and MEANWHILE, Phoenix gathering evidence (first name basis? canceling plans to watch Steel Samurai?? I love you???Something seems fishy….)

They find him in less than an hour

“So… husband?”

“Shut up, Wright”

#miles is so used to this by now #just. done #yesss miles get them #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #narumitsu #ace attorney #tw gun mention

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ao3-crack · 11 months

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#archive of our own #ao3 quotes #ao3 stuff #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #himbos w guns babyy #cw gun mention #tw gun mention

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whumpbees · 8 months

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Whumpees getting their head tilted up by a weapon! A sword, or knife, or gun.. right below the chin. Listen to their breath hitch as they make eye contact

#whump #honey posts #whump prompt #whumpee #tw gun mention

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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year

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My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days

And as a 21 year old all I could think was

The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.

Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.

When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.

When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.

When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.

Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.

When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.

When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.

Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.

When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.

Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.

When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.

When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”

Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.

Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.

There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.

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momoeku · 2 months

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free palestine, free congo, free sudan, free ukraine, free haiti, free syria, free kashmir, free yemen, free armenia, free puerto rico, free tigray, free hawaii

free a bullet from a gun pointing at the heads of joe biden and rishi sunak

we are not free until we are all free

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bettertwin1 · 6 months

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gives you a gun* have fun Lee! runs*

I don't...think i'm meant to have this...?

#tw gun #tw gun mention #gun warning #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins #leo rottmnt

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incorrectbatfam · 15 days

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Forbidden weapons

- Long-distance taser

- Biological warfare pellets

- Thicc grapple

- Homing gun

- Squid cannon

- MC Escher maze trap

- Nickelback CDs

- Runes to summon The Creature

- Razor scooter

- Biblically accurate batarang

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bamsara · 4 months

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If you could give any one character in rehabilitation of death a gun, who would you give it to and when? (Personally I'd give it to Leshy to see what chaos comes forth because for some reason I'm convinced he'd be incapable of figuring it out on his own / firing it unless it was an Accident, and would be so unswath trying to threaten with it.)

Honestly let's HC everyone with a glock real quick:

Lamb: Red Crown gun is already canon. It's high noon.

Narinder: Wouldn't know how to work it. Points it towards his face trying to look down the barrel to see why it's not shooting. Has to get stitched up because now a qaurter of his face is eldritch injured

Leshy: Chaos incarnate. Never runs out of bullets. Don't think that just because he cannot aim with sight doesn't mean he won't hit you eventually

Heket: I honestly think she would just keep it on hand and snipe anything that annoys her.

Kallamar: The squid does bombs and swords, idk about guns. Unless the gun shoots bombs and swords.

Shamura: They have several arms. They get several guns. They won't use any of them.

#tw gun mention

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cntloup · 11 days

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Toxic!Simon, unhinged reader, threatening to commit suicide, guns, mention of killing, implied cheating

Part 1 | Part 2

ik ive used this song before but whatever

“I’ll do it, Simon! I will fucking do it!” you shout while holding his gun to your head, the one he always kept under his pillow just in case. It was supposed to be there for your protection. But how he regrets it now.

You're a complete wreck right now as you stand before him, uncontrollable flows of tears along with your makeup cascading down your face, bloodshot eyes looking back at him as you threaten to pull the trigger.

And he has never been this scared in his life. Not even when streams of bullets come flying in his direction almost every day.

“Put the gun down... please... we can talk about it. I will stay. I promise.” he pleads desperately, struggling to figure out what to do in this situation.

“What does she have that I don’t have? Huh? What do they have? I don’t even fucking know how many there are anymore!” you continue yelling and sobbing while waving the gun around, stopping him dead in his tracks as he steps closer to take the gun from you.

He ducks his head as you point the gun in his direction for a moment, “What? You think I'm gonna kill you? Whatever I do, I'll do it to myself! I can’t go on like this anymore!” you cry out, your loud sobs and hiccups fill the room, fill his senses, overwhelming him as it builds up his aggression and frustration more and more.

“Put. The. Fuckin'. Gun. Down.” he states firmly as he gets closer, slowly reaching for the gun that you now hold by your side as you go on sobbing.

“Why don’t you love me, Simon?” you ask while slightly tilting your head, this time in a much softer tone, almost as if you have given up the fight, now only desperate for an answer.

Your words bring a shocked look to his face, not from the question itself, no, your question is completely valid considering his actions, but because he doesn’t know how to answer.

He finally reaches out and takes the gun from you, your fingers loosening their grip and your sobs slowly dying down a bit, a defeated look replacing it, “Why do you do this to me? All of it? Why the fuck did you make me fall in love with you?”

He holds his head down, not daring to meet your gaze and look into your expecting eyes as you still await an answer.

Is it from shame? Or that he doesn’t want to confront the consequences of his actions? You don’t know which one, but you guess the latter is probably true.

“You d-don't... can you just hold me please?” you ask in utter desperation as you shut your eyes in shame of admitting defeat.

In no time, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap you in a warm embrace.

And after all that he’s done to you, you still feel safe in his arms, even somehow... loved? Or something resembling that.

And you remember why you always keep crawling back to him as he tightens his arms around you.

And as much as you don't like to admit to yourself, you'd feel content if he would just pretend to love you.

yes im going through some stuff as you can tell :'(

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aguineapigcouldntdothis · 15 days

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the USA is a wild place bc so many people will tell you they plan on owning or already own a gun, sometimes multiple, and when you ask why they'll tell you some absolute bullshit reason. like they'll tell you its to protect their home when they live in an extremely safe suburb and work in financing. its always the most decked out, overexaggerated gun too. also if you ask if they have any training or qualifications the answer is either 1) why would I need that? or 2) I shot rifles at summer camp when I was 12 so that's enough

it gets even weirder because they will judge the shit out of people who actually have a use for guns such as ranchers or people who regularly camp in grizzly bear country. especially if these people get guns to do specific jobs and genuinely do not care about anything beyond simple effectiveness for the particular job. because how dare you have a gun and use it for a purpose that isnt showing off to other people and proving how big and tough you are for being able to incorrectly use a dangerous weapon.

#tw gun mention

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scream-mans-friend · 9 months

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#tw gun mention #anyways. what do yall think #this is a joke please do not kill me over this

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