#John Browning

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1917 water cooled machine gun

[ned8-back-again]

Happy Birthday, John Moses Browning!

Born 23 Jan 1855 near Ogden, Utah as the son of a Mormon gunsmith and one of 22 children from his father's three wives, he began work in his father's gun shop at a young age and was encouraged to experiment and test out new designs in firearms.

By the age of 13, he had built his first firearm. By the age of 24, he was awarded his first firearm patent.

Despite being Mormon, John only married once and remained married to his wife, Rachel, for the rest of his life. The couple had 10 children, eight of which survived into adulthood.

By the time of his death in 1926, at the age of 71, John had acquired an astonishing resume and list of achievements, becoming the unofficial patron saint of American firearms and firearm design.

128 firearm patents

14 pistols (including the famous 1911)

9 shotguns

12 Rifles

5 Machine guns

and 7 new cartridges/calibers

The M1911 has the distinction of being the longest lasting service pistol in the United States military, being officially issued from 1911 to 1985.

The M2 Browning machine gun and its variants are still in use by not only the US military, but half the militaries around the globe, despite the design reaching 100 years in age.

It's hard to imagine what firearms would be like without the hard work of a man so dedicated to innovation and invention.

Thank you John Browning! And Happy Birthday!

Post Note: If you, or someone you know, is interested in the history of firearms development and the life of Browning, I encourage you to look up the book The Guns of John Moses Browning by Nathan Gorenstein.

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History of WWI Primer 013*: Belgian FN 1900 Pistol Documentary | C&Rsenal

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New Browning Hi-Power upgrades from Apex Tactical

Apex Tactical has now finally released new magazines and a mag well for the brilliant Browning Hi-Power (also fits the Springfield SA-35) I can't wait to buy some of these and test them out once I can afford to buy more 9mm again.

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John Moses Browning was an American firearm designer who developed many varieties of military and civilian firearms, cartridges, and gun mechanisms, many of whi...

Link: John Browning

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The article "Ma Deuce — The M2 .50-Caliber Machine Gun" by Will Dabbs, MD, published by The Armory Life, delves into the history and significance of the iconic M2 Browning .50-caliber machine gun, commonly known as "Ma Deuce." It highlights the weapon's origins, tracing back to American General John J. "Black Jack" Pershing's need during World War I for a machine gun capable of confronting German observation aircraft. Designed by John Moses Browning and further developed to address velocity shortcomings, the M2 became the longest-serving firearm in U.S. military history. Featuring a .50 BMG round, it offers significant firepower and versatility, finding use on tanks, ships, aircraft, and with ground forces. The article also discusses the M2's adaptations for aerial combat, its upgrade to the M2A1 model for improved performance, and its continued deployment across various military platforms, maintaining its status as a vital component of U.S. military firepower for over a century.

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If I somehow didn't like Dead Money as a dlc I'd still go to the Sierra Madre just to get the Automatic Rifle (it's the fallout version of the M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle)

Full disclosure, I do like the B.A.R, it's an interesting transitional design between the heavy wood furnished high caliber rifles of the late 19th century to WW1 and the man portable automatic weapons of that emerged from the war and continued beyond. Also the weapon is intersting with its role as both a Walking Fire machine gun but also technically the first Assault Rifle. After it was used by the AEF in the last year of the Great War the rifles were also sold to other governments and the FBI during the interwar period. Before the passage of the national firearms act in 1934 Civilians could buy B.A.Rs easily leading to their use by gangsters and criminals like Bonnie and Clyde as well as private security services (explaining the procurement of the weapons for Sierra Madre security staff). In WW2 it was used more as a light machine gun hence the Bipod on the A1 and A2 variants seen in game and in ww2 media.

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electing to believe this is what griddlehark looks like to everyone else

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you would fuck that old man. i would fuck that old man. we are the same. hold my hand

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do u have any links where the guy is fingering her >_<

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"My favourite superhero is Green Lantern!"

"My favourite is the Flash!"

"Mine is Robin!"

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1918 Browning Automatic Rifle

[ned8-back-again]

Not even half of the inventions and innovations brought to us by John Browning.

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that's my type! (again &. again drabble)

ft. yandere john constantine x gn! neglected reader w/ the batfamily

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

absolute shitpost, but i keep thinking in my series, again &. again, the awkward tension of having to reject all your suitors right in front of your family.

they don't explicitly force you to tell anyone off – suddenly, bruce believed in the means of gentle parenting after your abduction – but you can tell with their expectant eyes and damian's harsh glares or cass' fighting stance against the small crowd, that if you don't play with their whims, there might be more than broken bones and sore bodies after, compared to simply rejecting them as nicely as you could.

it's kind of like a peace treaty, a silent agreement between your side and theirs to ensure no harm befalls anyone you're close to, if you think about it.

you're still too considerate for your own good, after all.

"... sorry, haha... i'm not interested in dating any one of you right now," your voice is faint like the ghastly whispers of the hallways you're once subjected to, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, eyes downcast in fear of watching their reactions churn out.

if you don't take kindly to the past rejection of your family, then what of them?

imagine the silence that ensues first, then the short celebration after from your family's side. steph shoots your love interests a harsh glance, shooing them away in her high-pitched mockery paired with a mean grin and a tongue sticking out at the heartbreak plastered all over their faces.

there's a brief, "hn," on damian's side. despite the short reply and his still-crossed arms, you can tell it's a tone of satisfaction with just how his lips quirks up at the corner of his mouth.

you look away when your eyes meet his.

at first, you braced for the blinding shame that overcomes your being, these were people precious to you after all. yet the more you think about yourself even further, the more the cup spills with overwhelming anger instead.

anger at just how you allowed your sardonic, dictatorial family the belief that they could just control who you should and shouldn't spend your years of romantic pursuits with.

it's your dating life, not theirs! and you're a full-fledged adult, mind them!

no! this shouldn't be their moment, you shouldn't lose your dignity and reputation, seen as someone in the public eye allowing the very same people who estranged them the delusion of control over your emotional autonomy to romantic feelings.

you don't allow the time to stretch even further, touching your precious amber necklace when you're sure nobody's looking. it's gifted by someone special, and you hope your beloved on the other side, in another dimension, could hear your distressed signals.

there's an unsound churn, a melodic beat akin to the thrum of a heart that plays mechanically at the pattern your fingers run on the shiny crystal. a warm, intangible glow encases your body like a hug, he'll be here for you soon.

then before the celebration ensues, before dick could explode with absolute joy, praising his baby bird about how he's so proud that they're prioritizing themself or any other patronizing bullshit he wants to splurge, or before bruce can come over to you to give you a pat on the head, possibly even an awkward sidehug, and one of his rare smiles; you breath heavily, then with all your heart, retort with:

"— in fact," your voice booms with a sudden assertiveness that shocks even you, commanding everyone's attention on your furrowed brows and tired glare at the nuisance they're causing. once their eyes are looking expectedly on you, you continue with no hesitation.

"...i'm- well... i'm actually into older men...

— hell, i'm dating one right now..."

a magic circle appears right behind you, encasing your form in a sheer, yellow glow. goosebumps erode from across your body, both from giddy anticipation and the dramatic entry of wind that kisses your skin cooly.

after a momentary beat, alongside watching your wide-eyed crowd, john fucking constantine steps out of the space, his arms already wrapped dangerously close to your hips to be considered not intimate. you turn your back, head meeting his chest, and bring your arms to envelop his shoulders.

he smells of booze and pride.

"miss me already, darlin'?" john laughs and sweetly kisses your sweaty forehead, you giggle at the ticklish sensation of his shaved beard hovering above your head and the faint scent of cigarettes hitting your nostrils.

"oh, more than you could ever know, babe."

his lips find their way to your mouth in a quick peck, as your nose nuzzles with his. there were no other sounds surrounding you other than your shy laughter when his hands explored further below your hips.

after a moment of love-filled gazes, he turns his head to the crowd and offers them a bemused smile, the expressions of those watching makes your shameless pda all the more worthwhile.

alfred's jaw drops to the floor, the tray on his hands cluttering on soft, velvety capets, poor him. even your father couldn't even believe, in all his years of living, that this man had the balls of steel stealing the heart of his precious child.

he doesn't even have the contingency plan for- for this...!

cue the absolute shitshow that plays in everyone else's mind, as you try to convince your boyfriend to get you both out of the place because sloppily making out with you and fondling with the sensitive parts of your body in front of your suitors and family isn't the best course of action if he wants to lose all his limbs.

jason already got his guns out, damian his sword, and duke wouldn't waste a beat triggering his metahuman powers— you know your man, constantine, is a capable lover and fighter with years of experience, but against a crowd of metahuman love interests and a literal house full of trained combatants, you don't want him to sore his body out protecting you before the real fun begins in your shared bed.

all that trouble, when he's capable of teleporting you both away into a safer area, a different dimension where it's just you two. and, you know...

his hand playing with the fat of your ass is already enough to cause a heart attack for all of them, anyways.

a/n: woah, my writing style fluctuates a lot. as i've stated, the more i become invested with the dc fandom, the more i want to branch out with other characters too. i also want more creative plots ngl. this is inspired by my own fic, just a taste. please leave comments below, it's my main motivation bec i'm an attention whore (slash jay) and my works have been flopping lately LMAO. i hope you guys become as feral as i am for this british man.