#PDW

[gun-gallery]

Stechkin APS - 9x18mm Makarov

[digi-lov]

SkullGreymon BT6-078 Alternative Art by sasasi from BT-06 Booster Double Diamond

This Alternative Art of SkullGreymon from BT6 is a reference to the intros of Pocket Digimon World, and its fight with Ogremon in one of them.

[indeedgoodman]

[attactica]

The Lightest Most Powerful PDW, The Q BoomBox

[icedoutangelz]

pedewuu

[der-einsame-abenteurer]

[tacticalphotography]

[swiatzakratami]

Witam!

Zważając na naszą obecna sytuację życiowa, postanowiłyśmy stworzyć bloga o tematyce więziennej, gdyż jest nam to temat bardzo bliski. Poprowadzimy bloga we trzy, dwie z nas czekaja i przezywamy to wszystko kazdego dnia, a trzecia z nas jest osoba, ktora przyglada sie wszystkiemu z boku, ale trwa przy jednej z nas od początku tego koszmaru. Znajdziecie tutaj nie tylko cytaty, przemyślenia itp. Możecie również pisać i szukać wsparcia, zrozumienia i wygadac sie właśnie nam. Bedac w tym polozeniu mamy juz troche doswiadczenia z tym miejscem, ludzmi, zachowaniami. Wiem że jest więcej osób które czekają na kogoś i być może wstydzą się o tym mówić głośno, tylko dlatego że reszta ludzi pewnie nie zrozumie, oceni, zwyzywa od patologii. Byc moze zechcecie szukać rzeczy które w jakikolwiek sposób opisują teraz wasze samopoczucie. Być może jest tutaj ktoś kto został zupełnie sam i nie ma nawet komu się wyzalic. Od tego tutaj jestesmy, by dać ulgę i sobie i wam. Dlatego tutaj jestesmy ! Oczywiscie cytaty, teksty czy chocby wiadomosci prywatne bedziemy podpisywac, abyscie wiedzieli ktora z nas to byla. Rozsiądźcie się wygodnie i zapraszamy!

PDW!

[bushgearcouk]

The Odd Job Pouch  "OJP" from Prometheus Design Werx of California. A compact but still durable Cordura pouch, ideal for all you smallest accessories and tools. Big thanks to Gaven for the photo. Pouch available form us at Bushgear: https://www.bushgear.co.uk/products/prometheus-design-werx-ojp-ranger-green phtotcred: Gaven: @gaven661

[attackcopterblog]

Matador Arms MAT-9K: New Extended Rail System Features

Matador Arms in their expanded support for the MAT-9 pistol caliber carbine system has announced the MAT-9K extended rail system which is currently in pre-order phase. Matador Arms states “The perfect addition to your MAT9K, the Extended Rail System (ERS) enhances versatility and comfort. Designed to seamlessly integrate with your firearm, the ERS allows you to tuck away suppressors, providing a…

[sergeant-macho-nacho]

Crack 11 PDW kit for Hipoint. It is on "The Sea".

[kyledefoor]

@prometheusdesignwerx G10 SAK Scales. Multiple versions available, sub 10 minute install with 3 simple tools- full instructional video on their site. This is an absolute must for any Swiss Army Knife user imo; pocket clip, color of your choice, glow in the dark dot and improved grip. I’ve been carrying an SAK as long as I can remember and this is the ultimate stocking stuffer. Available now and in stock. #pdw #betheoutsider #defoor #defoorproformanceshooting #kd4 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmNfBOQIH8s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ask-caine]

ok ok what’s yours and moons love story. Beginning to end

OOC POST

It's a bit of a crazy story, actually!

We originally met online through TADC, when she messaged all the Caine accounts she could find for a shitpost "wedding" thing. We ended up hitting it off and talking about random things for a while. It started with my random fact about Kentucky marriage laws and how a couple used them to get married by cocaine bear (hence the below picture)

We ended up learning about a shared interest in plague doctors, as well as discussing several very random topics. Anyways, she invited all the Caines to a discord server, and I ended up being the only one who actually showed up. We would end up talking for hours upon hours day after day there. It was genuinely shocking how much we had in common.

At this point, I had been kinda been picking up on some of the flirtatious undertones behind some of the things she was saying, but I wasn't 100% sure about it yet and was still kinda testing the waters. I'd heard the term love at first sight, and looking back on it, that's pretty much what it felt like. I had been developing a crush on her up to this point, and I kept thinking about her as I was getting ready for bed. I had to keep stopping myself from falling head over heels, reminding myself we barely even knew each other and telling myself "no, she's just being nice. Don't be weird, there's nothing behind this, she's just being friendly."

...As it turned out, she wanted to be a little more than friends... Given my feelings up to this point, I was a little overwhelmed when she told me. I had to take a minute to collect my thoughts, to process everything (hence her jokes about me pulling a Caine and running away). But I liked her, too, and was willing to try a long-distance relationship. So, that's what we did.

It was only a few days after we first got together officially that I told her I loved her. It just felt right. Apparently I caught both of us off-guard with it, since she was sure that she'd be the one who would've said it first. ...We both dived in a little too headfirst from there. From my side of things, it was just so exciting and exhilerating to have this feeling I'd been searching for all my life, and I wanted more of it. We took a step back and both agreed to try and take things at a more reasonable pace from here on out.

We ended up learning a lot about each other. It was like we were the same person, split apart and put in two entirely different situations but turning out the same way anyway. ...This similarity became concerning when we realized we both had the same last name, as well as the fact that we both had Scottish ancestry. But, one family search check later, we confirmed that we are not, in fact, related. Just another insane coincidence that further proves that we were made for each other...

We shared a lot with each other. Our interests, hobbies, ideals, feelings on various topics. Our experiences throughout life, good and bad. The darkest parts of us. Every day, we grew closer. There was no denying that there was something special between us.

That isn't to say everything was perfect. We both still had a lot to learn about ourselves and about each other. There were ups and downs. Things were far from easy. There was a lot of avoidable pain both ways. As time went on, we started to become a little more distant...

Eventually, the stress of life and school and worries and everything going on got to be too much, and she called for us to take a break from the relationship. This hurt, of course... But, taking a break and being done are very different things. I was okay with taking a break, since we would still hang out and such sometimes, just not as romantically.

But, that still wasn't enough. Everything continued to be really stressful, and she felt like she wasn't a net positive in my life and was dragging me down (though the truth was exactly the opposite). So, she decided to fully end the relationship. Which... Really hurt me. Badly.

I kind of fell into a depressive state for a while. I had opened myself up like never before, let myself be more vulnerable than at any point in my life. I had finally found love, the one thing I'd truly wanted all my life, the only thing I've ever needed, and then it was just taken right away. The one thing I feared more than anything else in the world had come to pass.

We would still talk occasionally, but not like before. I already hurt so much, and just talking with her without being able to say the love I still felt was torture for me. So, I distanced myself a bit. I dealt with things on my own. I learned a lot about myself as I came to terms with how things had ended up.

Eventually, I started to feel a little more okay. I knew I could never stop loving her, so I decided to try and turn that love from romantic to platonic and still try to be a friend. Because while I may have lost her, she didn't want me out of her life completely. I could make do as just friends.

But, when I started to come back and we started to talk more again, she realized how much she had been missing me while we were apart. She figured out that some of the things she'd been feeling had been more than she'd realized. She learned that she actually was happier when we were together, and that she still really enjoyed being with me.

So, she began to give little hints again, like before. And, again, I picked up on them, but I didn't want to believe them 100% because of how much I'd been hurt last time. I told myself that she was just showing platonic love, the same way I was. Things would never be the same again. They couldn't be. If I was good for her before, she wouldn't have left...

It was actually Randy who got us actually talking again, first on our blogs, and then regarding what we were being sent. This eventually led to us talking just in general, about all sorts of things... Including what had happened between us. It was emotional, but we both came out of it feeling better about things.

That said, it took until this post before I realized she still loved me and that it was okay to love her back, the way I'd been holding in all this time. We had a heartfelt reunion, though we weren't officially dating again just yet. It still took me a while after that to fully accept everything and let down my guard again, after how much I was still hurting from last time...

But I didn't like the feeling of keeping her away. Of having a barrier between us. I desperately craved that deep, personal connection of love with her again. So, I opened my heart up again. And I'm so incredibly grateful that I did.

Soon after that point, Randy showed up and all those shenanigans ensued. But they only managed to get us talking more about things and uniting against it, which actually brought us even closer together. So, I guess if one good thing's come out of that dumpster fire of stress and stupidity, it's that.

Things have been absolutely wonderful since we got back together. We both learned a lot about ourselves in our time apart, and things have been much better between us. The rocky, uncertain road from before the break had smoothed over. And we fell so much deeper in love the second time.

Add in the stress of the past several weeks, with all the Tumblr drama with these blogs and the hiatus and everything (which I'm not getting into because you can see all that for yourself by looking through our blogs), and you're caught up to the present day. Life is still very stressful for us both, but a lot less so than when we first got together. We understand ourselves and each other so much better, which helps us make less mistakes and treat each other more tenderly and personally in the ways that we need most.

As for the future, immediately after finishing school, I plan to find work and save up to visit her in Canada sometime in the summer. After that is a little hazy at the moment, but we'll figure out our lives and put together a plan to find stable jobs and create a good life for ourselves up there.

And that's it, that's our story. From when we met all the way to the present day. You said beginning to end, but I'm afraid there is no end to our love. The story's still being written. Our lives are still being lived. I hope to be able to add to this years into the future, when we're living together and when we start our own family. But it might still take a while to reach that point.

[plague-doctor-who]

love

[gentlenmensarts]

[plantdonutwrites]

spooky season question 👻 your ocs. do any of them believe in ghosts? are they at all superstitious? or do they tend to be skeptics? is there a difference between ghosts and demons, or are they one and the same? any other spooky details you'd like to share?

Oh my~, what a spooky and appropriate question for this time of year~ 👻

Bree

Bree's belief in ghosts is circumstantial; fickle, if you will. She is someone who doesn't really believe in pre-established superstition, but she definitely has her own unique ones that only make sense to her. Like if you leave your acrylic paints out for too long, it's bad luck and it'll ruin your entire canvas, or if you wash the graphite or charcoal off your hands before you're finished with a piece, it'll somehow act as self-sabotage. If you abuse your stuffed animals, you'll succumb to the worst kind of karma: and other stories.

As for her specific belief in ghosts or demons, she doesn't really differentiate (aka, thinks they're both close enough to each other and doesn't understand the difference). If she finds herself in an old, dilapidated building, it'd be easier to buy into the notion that it could be haunted rather than being in an apartment building that's been around for 10 years. Also, when she gets done watching a scary movie, she'll be "freaked out" and probably end up sleeping on someone else's floor for a night or two.

Yunsol

When it comes to the supernatural, she doesn't really give it the time of day. Ghosts, demons: it's all the same to her. It's mostly creatures and stories crafted by parents and grandparents to scare children into behaving: into eating their vegetables, coming home before dark, going to bed when they are supposed to. Up until Yunsol is introduced to Gwyn and the Turtles, she couldn't be bothered to think critically about these things. Outside of the morbid, gothic tales her cousin Jian writes, or the rpg-maker games her brother Junwoo creates as a hobby, that is. And that's all it is, in her mind: a creative outlet; it's all for fun. Not her kind of fun, but whatever works for other people.

Min-ji

I left Min-ji for last for a very specific reason. She does believe in ghosts, but she does not like to think about it. She doesn't really know what to make of demons--since that's more religiously charged and she's not religious--but ghosts... she goes back and forth on whether or not she has seen them before. She used to not be very superstitious either; even as a child, similar to Yunsol, she thought it was a quirky way to try and scare people. But that changed.

When the incident happened when she lost her arm, she was trapped in the subway for hours... with people who were injured, and with people who were dying and dead. Maybe it was the emotional stress; the mass hysteria, panic, fear, and suffering in the train among people who were trapped with her, counting down the minutes until they were dug out and rescued. Maybe it was whatever gases or fumes were released from the bomb in the subway, or the train itself. But at some point, Min-ji could have sworn she saw things down in that tunnel, beyond the horrors of what were actively happening in the foreground. She still doesn't know whether any of that was based in reality, or if her mind was playing tricks on her to protect itself... but she doesn't let herself think about it often.