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goretier · 4 months

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I'm really excited about the green knight and I think I can guess what full animal is, but what is Warm Gun? 👀👀👀

Hi Vio :3 it’s some more little Helmut/the soldier I’ve had cooking for months and have never given my full attention. I’ve only got about 700 words that I like but it’s about the soldier cleaning his guns and then Helmut cleaning him! Or, it will be. Right now it’s about the firing range, lol. Here’s what I’ve got if you’re interested :9

Heinrich had an outdoor range put in soon after the Soldier came to live with them. Helmut remembered the groundskeeper shaking his head as a team of contractors dug up and plowed flat a thick stripe of land where the edge of the forest abutted their wide, grassy lawn. The smell of fresh and wet dirt lingered in the air for months after, even though the men had it finished within a week.

It was sort of simple in design, Helmut would guess. Just a single, very large dirt impact berm, with a thick concrete back and heavy wooden sides containing it to the left and right. It had no permanent firing stand so the Soldier could be made to set up at any distance from paper targets or ballistic gels and unload hundreds of bullets in an afternoon.

In summertime his father might have a tent erected along the firing lane if it pleased him to supervise his practice. Helmut would watch from his room as teams of servants relayed between the tent and the back kitchen door like a trail of ants, carrying trays of sandwiches, carafes of chilled wine, and stacks of paper for his father, and olive green ammo boxes for the Soldier by the hand truck.

By the end of the Soldier’s first summer in their care the hard-packed earth before the targets was glittering with casings all down the range like gold in a dry riverbed. The sheer volume of spent rounds made cleanup impossible, and as such the groundskeeper only allowed his most decrepit lawnmowers to pass over the dirt there when the grass and wildflowers began to return. And though the land was forever changed, eventually the scar began to fade.

Surprisingly, the rewilding didn’t bother his father much; the Soldier kept a three-foot wide lane of dirt stamped clear up and down the length of it well enough. Depending on the season his boots were caked in mud, dry-brushed with pollen, or dusted with silt, and sometimes invisible up to the ankle when the Siberian bugloss began to crowd against the edge of his well-worn lane.

Helmut liked to stand in his Soldat’s desire path while he worked, clutching his headset tight to his ears and squatting in the dirt to pick over the casings left to rust between volleys. He felt like an archaeologist holding up brass arrowheads to Soldat for identification, wading knee-deep in a dig that would rival the Royal Cemetery at Ur in a young boy’s mind.

Entire summers might pass for him there in the weeds and wildflowers, dirt under his fingernails and gun smoke in his hair in the shadow of his most dedicated protector, listening to the endless practice until his own shoulders stopped flinching with every pull of the trigger.

The pageant of firearms was endless, too. Helmut didn’t care much to note them all, and oftentimes he wondered if the Soldier cared either. They were all deadly in his hand no matter the manufacturer or style. Helmut had seen him rip open ballistic dummies with little micro 9mms that were practically invisible in his thick palms just as handily as a Barrett M82A1M.

Well, he hadn’t exactly seen that one happen. After a rusted old car had been dragged up the lawn and parked in front of the berm, Heinrich had ordered him into the mansion as Soldat slung the rifle over his shoulder and walked half a mile into the tree line. Even then the sound of the report had made him jump through his skin and clap his hands to his ears. He fired it ten times, and the range was closed for repairs for an entire week while Soldat was away.

Still, despite the glut of weapons to choose from, there was always just one type of gun strapped to his thigh. Helmut would stare at the back strap of it sometimes where it was peeking out of the holster and always smelling of gun smoke.

A SIG-Sauer P220ST pistol chambered in .45 ACP. It was two-toned just like the man who carried it; a standard black frame with a shining steel slide. A mismatch, yes, but handsomely paired. Lucky that it fit together better than he did, where his scars were red and angry still.

#ask #violenciorp #wip #warm gun #happiness is a warm gun you know #the song #it’s alternately titled how to field strip your soldier

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moonbabyxo20 · 1 year

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Tonight was a night I’ve been waiting for for the past ten years I had the best night of my life I think I am so complete and feel so loved and accepted. Ya I love you California but I am so fucking glad to not live in you anymore. Chicago home always forever till the day I fucking die. Finally first night with monsterkiss. Demi- you are capable of taking over the entire world.

#personal #me #myself #29 #new beginnings #love him #happiness #is a #warm gun #may 2023

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thembow · 7 months

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pieces from "warm gun" by natalie baxter

Warm Gun examines the United States’ issues of gun violence and masculinity through a collection of colorfully quilted, droopy, caricatures of assault weapons, bringing ‘macho’ objects into a traditionally feminine sphere and questioning their potency.

#warm gun #plushies #pillows #guns #photography #art #installation #beauty #design #pink #colours #3d #soft sculpture #gender

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ce-ayr-blog · 1 year

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The Shot - Carrot Ranch

Artwork by Phil Burns The Carrot Ranch Challenge:In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story inspired by “Shots fired”. Click here to hear the author read his words: The ShotI hear a gunshot.Through the gloom I see a figure slumped against my car.I run towards it, my eyes sweeping the area.Nothing.As sirens approach, I recognise the pale, huddled form.And struggle to breathe.It is Val, the…

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#99 words #bang bang #carrot ranch #flash fiction #gunshot #loved and left #short story #sonny and cher #sound bite fiction #warm gun #woman scorned

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disco-asphodel · 6 months

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its kimmy!

#disco elysium #my posts #kim kitsuragi #my art #blorbo from my games #HAPPINEEEESSSS IS A WARM GUN MAMAAAAA

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bitwein · 1 month

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I WANT TO FLY INTO YOUR HEART!

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sorchathered · 1 month

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Jake Seresin’s wife 100% gets princess treatment.

Your car? The safest on the market, always detailed and never behind on repairs.

Hair and nails? Always done, whatever you want baby.

You’re cooking dinner? He’s doing dishes, don’t even think about suggesting otherwise.

You never touch a door if he’s around, he will not stand for it, princesses don’t get their own doors.

And don’t even get me started on being intimate, because that man will unravel you before you even have the chance to take care of him, you’re cumming at least twice before he has his turn, seeing you fall apart under his touch is almost enough to send him over the edge all on its own.

Oh and the one time you tried to buy something with your own money? Forget about it, he claims whatever you earn for work is spending money for you but he will pout hardcore if you don’t let him take care of it, what do you mean you can pay for it? So can he, use his card instead.

He spoils the absolute hell out of his s/o but best believe they do the same to him, deployment comes around and there isn’t a single thing he has to ask for, you’ve packed all his favorite snacks, made his favorite cookies, put all sorts of naughty pictures in his duffle and sprayed your perfume on everything so he has you with him wherever he goes.

Bottom line, if you’re Jake’s girl he’s totally wrapped around your finger. That man in love is truly a sight to see.

#top gun maverick #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick fanfiction #warm up

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angelsfuzzyslippers · 1 month

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Some fan art for the fanfic "At the End of Extinction" (by The_Bad_Samaritan (98tuffluv))! It's a zombie apocalypse human AU that I absolutely adore! Husk and Angel whisking a little Charlie across a post-apocalyptic US to reunite her with her parents - with threats lurking around every corner >:3 (I know the designs I went with don't align with the author doodles in the most recent chapter shhhhhhhhh I don't have time to redraw this)

#can you tell I've never drawn a gun before #angel has terrible trigger discipline in this art oops #even in an apocalypse angel is gonna look cute 😌#this fic warmed me up to human AUs #they weren't really my cup of tea but this one is so good #it made me more open to others #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie

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inkskinned · 2 years

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accidents happen. accidents particularly happen around children.

we make scissors designed for children because we know they can hurt themselves on it. we cut their food up smaller so they are less likely to choke. we "babyproof" our houses, make sure our medications are all closed and locked, close all the outlets.

we are told to just carry a gun.

at some point a kid is going to get hurt. everyone with or around kids knows this. often adults (who shouldn't work with kids) are a little-too-okay-with-this. they sneer that in their time, kids just got hurt. which is great for them, but i don't feel it's particularly necessary to willfully allow children to break bones just to "build character". the kids do just fine when i do my job right. i make sure, to the best of my ability, that they don't break the bone. it turns out you can still learn life lessons without trauma. yes, at some point they'll get hurt. that's the nature of it. but i like to try to keep it to a minimum of bloodshed.

about five years ago, in the middle of my summer training, the cop that came in to prepare us for mass shootings actually happened to be the same cop that used to be my DARE officer. what a small world! his hair had gone grey.

before working with children, i had no idea how many things a child can hurt themselves on. i had never thought about the possibility that a child could climb a bookshelf, only for that bookshelf to topple over. everything has to be screwed down. nothing can have particularly sharp corners - what if a child falls backwards onto it? - or be particularly breakable. no plastic bags or choking hazards. watch out for allergens, do your best to clean your super-gross classroom with all-natural (and expensive) fragrance-free products. there's a million other considerations, most of which are difficult on a public school budget. i hate the calculation - either the kids get a new playground 5 years from now OR they get new books now and just risk the tetanus.

the gun is not included in the paycheck.

we do our best, you know? but like, there's the rest of the actual job to do. we're neither trained, paid, or aided in our one-person quest to somehow get jason to stop giving himself splinters. and besides, we have the 98 other things to consider for our 30 other students. one of which is, you know, teaching them.

the children aren't prisoners. we need to walk this incredibly fine line of "chaotic exploration" and "reckless endangerment." to be frank - they're gonna do stupid shit and get hurt while they do the stupid shit. it's my job to at least try to predict the stupid shit, and minimize the risk. and before you judge the kids - i'm going to remind you that adults die every year from shaking vending machines. people just do stupid shit.

did you know that the leading cause of childhood deaths in america is to guns? we're the only country in the world with that statistic. it used to be motor vehicles, which is why there are so many laws about seatbelts, air bags, babyseats, and other protections against accidents. 1 in 5 childhood deaths will be a result of guns. of these deaths, 65% are the result of an intentional attack.

my brother often takes me to archery. i fucking suck at archery, because i have no aim, bad eyesight, and no grip strength. it's fun, though! as a teacher, archery at my school is super banned, because kids could get hurt. no throwing rocks or sticks. no impromptu self-made bows or arrows, oh my god, why do we keep having to have this conversation.

i remember this one conversation with a parent. he was chatting with me during pick-up and mentioned that kinder eggs being banned is so stupid, because, like, if a kid is gonna choke - they kind of "deserved it" for being so stupid. without thinking, my response was, "we don't typically practice darwinism at school, but you can encourage that at home if you wish!" which did result in me getting written up - for "talking back", i guess.

but his idea isn't unusual, is the thing. there's this sense that there's somehow almost an "expendable" child trauma rate. that it weeds out the weak or whatever, which is categorically cruel & dehumanizing. children should be able to mess up and have fun and - again - do stupid shit. they might get hurt, yes. but the job of the adult is to just go help the kid.

i had to quit teaching. i was really, really good at my job - 15 years of practice. but i would wake up at night, coating in sweat. trying to figure out how to bullet-proof my public school classroom with a public school budget.

bad things happen. in every other category: we try to prevent them.

#gun violence #gun control #warm up

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enthyrea · 7 months

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jake LOVES everything about fall—the leaves, the weather, the spices— and he's going to make it everyone else’s (javy's) problem.

for the top gun trick or treat exchange on ao3! my giftee is the lovely ropememory.

#enthyrea art #absolute joy to draw these two as ALWAYSS #i love the color orange can yall tell #warm lighting >>>#fall colors >>>#macheresin #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fanart #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #hangman x coyote #coyote x hangman #tgm art #macheresin fanart #tg art

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crucefix · 1 year

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kendall embracing roman while pushing his cuts against his shoulder to split them open, offering him both comfort and punishment (and for roman they’re the same thing), roman hating ken and being comforted by it at the same time, kendall knowing it’s what roman ‘needs’ and also using it as a means to put roman in his place, making him subservient and small, roman letting out that groan of relief because he can’t deal with internal pain and emotions so he needs it to be translated into physical pain instead. sick

#ok last post i have to sleep . im going to cry about this scene <3 #being a roman girl is just like being shot with many nail guns #succession #succession spoilers #ugh vomit inducing #it’s what roman knows.. what he’s comfortable with because he’s always been taught it is what he deserves #from the dog cage to logan hitting him for ordering the wrong meal to logan backhanding him and knocking a tooth out to gerri #ugh roman. i want to put him in a safe warm room forever and ever

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woodsywarbler · 4 months

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