#Ballistic steel

[pdalicedraws]

Actually, both of them do things they think are communicating but aren’t.

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[hozcar]

Oh, I can't believe I didn't post this here!

Anyways, awesome movie, well-deserved Oscar nomination. I jumped out of my seat from joy when I heard those 5 seconds of Breaking The Law, sadly the movie doesn't have a lot of metal despite its protagonist being metal!

[thatweirddolldude]

[face-breaker]

fighting the urge to mix a lil' honey badger into sett —

[dabidagoose]

She's the sword.

A sword can be used to block, to protect. Or a sword can be used to slice or stab, to hurt.

She's the sword.

She's the sword of the citadel.

[tacticalarmor]

What Does a Body Armor Plate Do?

Body armor plates are critical components in personal protective gear designed to shield individuals from ballistic threats. These plates are used in various settings, from military operations to law enforcement and personal protection. Understanding the role of a body armor plate and its functionality can help in choosing the right protection for specific needs.

The Function of a Body Armor Plate

A body armor plate is designed to absorb and disperse the energy from bullets and other projectiles to prevent penetration and reduce injury. Typically made from materials such as ceramic, polyethylene or steel, these plates are inserted into a carrier vest to provide added protection. The primary function of the plate is to stop bullets from penetrating the armor and causing harm to the wearer.

Different levels of body armor are rated according to the types of threats they can withstand. For example, Level 3+ body armor offers a higher level of protection compared to standard Level 3 armor. Level III+ body armor is capable of stopping a wider range of ammunition, including high-velocity rifle rounds that might penetrate lower-level armor. This makes it an ideal choice for high-risk situations where additional protection is required.

Benefits of Level III+ Body Armor

Level III+ body armor is designed to provide enhanced protection against various ballistic threats. Its advanced materials and construction allow it to stop more powerful projectiles, making it suitable for use in situations where there is a higher likelihood of encountering such threats. By incorporating Level 3+ plates into their armor, individuals can increase their safety and effectiveness in dangerous environments.

In conclusion, body armor plates play a crucial role in protecting individuals from ballistic threats. By understanding the capabilities of different types, including Level 3+ body armor, you can select the appropriate level of protection for your needs, ensuring greater safety and peace of mind.

Read a similar article about level 3 armor plate here at this page.

[dyingporcupine42]

Happy 9/11 guys

And you know what that calls for

[historyofguns]

In the article from The Armory Life titled "9mm vs. 40 – Is the .40 Caliber a Better Handgun Cartridge?", Scott Wagner, a retired law enforcement officer, examines the longstanding debate between the 9x19mm Parabellum and .40 caliber cartridges. Highlighting significant events like the 1986 FBI Miami Shootout, which led to the FBI's subsequent switch to the 10mm Auto and the eventual development of the .40 caliber, Wagner discusses the pros and cons of each round in terms of stopping power and recoil. Through testing with Springfield Armory handguns and comparing the performance of both rounds using wet clay blocks, he concludes that while the .40 caliber offers more power due to its larger diameter and heavier bullet, advancements in 9mm ammunition have narrowed the gap in terminal performance, making the choice between the two a personal preference balancing power, recoil, and handling in defensive situations.

[gaogaosteel]

Bulletproof steel plate that can resist M193, M855 projectiles 、中国防弹钢可防护...

[rubiylaslombricessolitarias]

Hello!, welcome… why don't you take a seat?… Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to… Now, what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?

Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day?… Thursday traction, Tuesday titration… My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick!!! Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with!!, what?!, you think ideas spread BECAUSE THEY ARE GOOD?! NO!!!! they spread because people LIKE them!!! So now here we are once again, YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH, holding!!!! As it were!!, a mirror!!! up to your!!! MIRROR!!! …AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!… I guess it's just something people do

[revelboo]

Heya, love your blog! Any chance you'd write for cyclonus or tailgate? (Or both? 👉👈)

Both!

Chain Me Free

Tailgate x Reader x Cyclonus

• “Cyclonus!” Suppressing a growl, he drapes an arm across his face, trying to figure out why Tailgate isn’t recharging. Why the excitable, little bot has decided he doesn’t get to recharge, either. Not even remotely surprised when the smaller bot climbs on his berth and sits on his chassis. “It’s rude to ignore people,” Tailgate says, tone hurt and he lifts his arm to squint up at him and then he does growl seeing the limp, little human Tailgate has his arms wrapped around.

• “No,” Cyclonus grumbles, pushing up on his elbows. “Put that back where you found it.” Venting at Cyclonus’s scowl, Tailgate cups your face in his servos, tipping it up to show him how cute and little you are. And he’d just woken up to find you sprawled on his legs. The universe giving you to him. His own little human blipping into existence and though he’s not about to admit it to Cyclonus, he’d wanted one. Seen Megatron and the others fussing over theirs and you’re even smaller than he is and incredibly soft. “You can barely take care of yourself.”

• Immediately regrets it as he says the words and Tailgate’s arms tighten on you. Knows the little bot knows absolutely nothing about humans and suspects he’s just enamored by your size. That he’s bigger than you. “Well, good thing I have you to take care of both of us,” Tailgate replies, rubbing his mask against your hair and cheek as Cyclonus slumps back down, arm back over his face. Because he knows that tone in Tailgate’s voice. Knows that he’s going to double down on keeping you no matter what he says.

• Groggy and hurting, you can barely breathe as whatever’s banded around your middle tightens. The grip on your chin almost bruising as something warm rubs against your cheek. Groaning, you open your eyes, a leg sliding under you as you try to wiggle loose. It’s like a steel band wrapped around you. And there’s a voice cooing at you as your confused brain tries to figure out what’s happening. Beginning to struggle as a big face appears alongside yours. Monster. Face touching yours as you stare at the glowing visor and your breath catches. Seeing movement from the corner of your eyes and looking to see another giant moving an arm. Those angry red optics narrowing, backswept, demonic horns on its helm.

• “Tailgate,” Cyclonus growls in warning as your mouth opens and closes. Hears Tailgate’s indignant ‘they need us’ right before the human goes ballistic, screaming and thrashing to get away. And he presses his palms over his optics while Tailgate struggles to not drop you. Because this is just what he needed. Another small, noisy helpless companion.

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[ratsname]

Really felt it when the singing man said:

"Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning. Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration, my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture. Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick. Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them. So now here we are once again, holding as it were, a mirror up to your mirror. I guess it's just something people do"

[jesus-christ-offical]

Hi Jesus 👋

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

[earako]

Okay screw it another point form thingy

- Ballister has some traits that reflect his upbringing as a commoner in his certain area of the realm

- And both Ambrosius and Nimona love it

- Ambrosius didn't know Ballister had his ears pierced till he was dared to put on earrings in their early teens. Ballister just shrugged and popped them into his ear and didn't understand why his classmates were staring at him. [Apparently nobility didn't pierce their kids ears when they were babies]

- Also I'm giving Ballister sensitive ears. He may be a former street kid but his ears will never accept anything less than surgical steel/hypoallergenic/pure gold or silver [Ballister used to have gold earrings but he ended up selling them for food]

- okay wow that was a long rant on earrings-

-moving on: food as a love language! Ambrosius learned very quickly that Ballister used food as a means to communicate. After an argument or whenever they just didn't mesh well together Ambrosius would find a plate of cut up fruit on his bedside table followed by an apology from Ballister. [Funny enough, Ambrosius also likes to communicate via food, though he has a bit more sorta rules and stuff compared to Ballisters food as a love language]

- Ambrosius made the mistake of telling Ballister he liked a certain food once. So when he saw Nimona repeat his mistake he just said "Well I hope you're ready to eat that for the next month." Nimona didn't believe him. And was quickly proven wrong.

- When Ballister brought Nimona and Ambroaius to visit the area he grew up in Nimona asked him how many relatives he had. Ballister had to explain that he called family friends auntie/uncle/brother/sister out of respect. [Ambrosius also does the same, you know what fine, Ballister and Ambrosius share the Asian experience of calling everyone auntie/uncle/etc.]

- There is a very specific sound that'll get Ballister's attention in an instant. It's like a hiss but also tongue clicking kinda noise. Ambrosius accidentally copied it once and was confused when Ballister's head shot up, looking around confused before realizing Ambrosius made the noise

- Nimona learns about it and now makes the noise every time she wants Ballister's attention

- And back to the earring thing real quick but Ballister and Nimona going earring shopping together.

- Ballister and Ambrosius having traditional foods that look similar but are called different names. They'll playfully argue for hours calling each others dish the name of the dish in their respective home cultures. Nimona just rolls their eyes and eats half the pot so they'll stop.

- Lip pointing. The first time Ballister did it Ambrosius leaned in for a kiss. Poor guy-

- [this is just me projecting buut] sharpening pencils with a knife. Ambrosius gave Ballister a pencil sharpener but he likes the knife better [Screw it I'm giving Ballister a balisong-]

[shotmrmiller]

Gaz telling you one day it was his bed that you woke up in, with his dog tags around your neck and 22 Simon goes BALLISTIC. But when you confront him it’s always something about you being a sneaky bint, because if he told the truth it would meant he cared about you

didn't triss merigold do this with geralt in witcher 2? like he had amnesia or something and triss was like yer my boo tho.

read about it somewhere cuz i didn't play it, only witcher 3

anyway.

You'll question then why you aren't wearing the tags anymore.

"I'm right here, doll, and I know you're mine. You can have 'em back, if you like."

The certainty in his voice didn't have you thinking twice, and now every night you go to sleep in his actual room that doesn't look anything like the one you woke up in.

"I just moved across the hall recently."

"Just redecorated a little."

And when Ghost sees the dog tags around your neck, they are nothing like the one you had originally. They're newer, the stainless steel glinting brightly under the light— unlike the worn, scratched, slightly bent ones you had that said his name on them.

He'll be straight cruel to you then, asking if you're becoming the barracks bunny or something, and this is the

only time

he lets you strike him in the face— palm hitting the side of his cheek with a resounding slap.

because he didn't mean to say that, not really. He's just so upset that you'd move along so easily? after showing so much devotion to your 09 Simon.

but he's never been any good at talking. any time he opens his mouth, it's to stick his foot in it.

one day he'll realize that you don't speak much of 09 Simon anymore, don't talk about him at all, actually. Like you've forgotten. Like it's been erased from your mind altogether.

Like you aren't the same person you were when you first arrived.

[themareverine]

ooh - unpopular opinion for worst Wolverine 🤭

edit to add: omg i am so dumb, you asked for unpopular opinions not headcanons! oops! enjoy these but i guess for an unpopular opinion —

i really do think Logan doesn't really like Wade all that much, he just tolerates that asshole. like, Wade's a decent enough guy when you pry through all his annoy sh*t, but for the most part, Logan hangs around in that end shot for Laura, not Wade. very unpopular, i know a lot of people ship them, but i ain't about it, thanks.

WOOOO! YOU PLAYED, THANK YOU!

ask me

unpopular opinions for Worst!Wolvie, who happens to be like my current top fave variant at the moment. do you want more than one? you're getting more than one because nobody else is gonna ask soooo —

— everyone would like to think worst!Logan drives a pickup, but he doesn't. He drives a rusty and needs-lovin' '67 Chevy Nova, just because he likes the hard lines.

— everyone also assumes this Logan is a woodsman, but he ain't. he's a steelworker. this man can weld a bead like nobody's business, and he loves the heat and the sweat and tang of steel on his tongue. and doesn't he look like a fine piece of work all glistened up, welding helmet and all? yes, the answer is yes.

— Worst!Logan also really struggles with confidence, not just emotionally and about all the things, but also physically. he's never looked this old before, and he doesn't feel like his body is quite right, either. he'd actually like to bulk up a little and put on about 30 pounds, get a little softer and fuller.

— Worst!Logan loves the ladies in their thirties. somethin' about 'em, they're just — they're a lot freer. the kinda free he wanted to be when he was that young, that hot. something about a thirties girlie changes and shifts, she steps into her power, and he's drawn to that shit like a fly to butter. maybe it's the way she doesn't care about leaving the house at 9PM lookin' like a hot mess, he goes ballistic for that shit.

— people wanna think that Logan in this universe likes it nasty, but he'd much rather be all about makin' love than noise. sure, there's a time and place to get feral and kinky, but he looooves watching his girl come apart slow and easy, in his arms, letting him worship like it's religion. this also means he's old fashioned, and this Logan does not believe in movin' in, he likes your place being yours, and his place being his, and the idea of two worlds colliding kinda sorta triggers PTSD that he ain't ready for. take your time with him, baby, he needs a minute.

— and lastly, Worst!Logan desperately wants children. like, tomorrow. you couldn't get pregnant faster, which kinda goes oxymoron with the previous admit, but he can't help it. he wants babies, he wants them now,. the idea of seeing his girlie all full of his seed and glowing is enough to put him on his knees.