#german firearm

[karagin22]

[armthearmour]

A small breech-loading Cannon,

Barrel Length: 14.4 in/36.7 cm

Bore: 1.3 in/3.4 cm

possibly Germany, late 15th century, from Olympia Auction House.

[oneeightfournine]

[nocternalrandomness]

German MP-40 9mm submachine gun

[sexy-weapons]

The Handflammpatrone DM34 Cartridge Launcher

Smash

[historyofguns]

The article "Foreign Weapons at the Nazi’s 'Atlantic Wall'" by Tom Laemlein, published on The Armory Life, provides an in-depth look at the extensive use of captured foreign weaponry by German forces during the defense of the Atlantic Wall in World War II. Severe manpower and industrial shortages prompted the German military to employ a wide array of guns from across Europe, including French, Czech, British, Polish, and Russian weapons. This diverse arsenal included notable firearms such as the French MAS-36 rifle, the Czech ZB vz. 26 machine gun, British Vickers and Bren guns, and the Polish CKM wz. 30 machine gun. Additionally, the article highlights the strategic movement of Red Army conscripts, known as "Ostruppen," who were coerced into fighting for Germany, bringing with them Soviet small arms like the DP-27 and the SVT-40. The capture and utilization of these varied weapons underscore the desperate measures taken by the Germans as they faced overwhelming Allied forces during the pivotal Normandy invasion, ultimately contributing to the Allies' breaching of the Atlantic Wall and the subsequent fall of the Third Reich.

[loki-was-framed]

Today's Old Norse Word in English:

gun

noun

a weapon consisting of a metal tube from which a projectile is fired at high velocity.

Old Norse gunn from the female name Gunnhildr: gunn (war) + hildr (battle). In Middle English, a cannon was called a gonnilde which was a version of Gunnhildr.

[stinkywormynoob]

[queerpyracy]

what is it with dads just giving you family lore drops after never telling you anything for your whole life. i've been lamenting not knowing more specific regions of where the various branches of the family came from in europe and he just casually dropped the other day that we know the exact town in switzerland great grandma's family came from

[northcountyshootingcenter]

Luger DWM 1917 Artillery (9mm) German Military with Stock! 🇩🇪🪖

#Luger #Artillery #1917 #LugerArtillery #9mm #History #Vintage #Historical #Weapons #German #WWII #WW2 #WorldWarII #Classic #2A

[karagin22]

StG-44

[armthearmour]

A blued Wheellock Pistol with a rotating cylinder fabulously decorated in gold,

Length: 29.5 in/75 cm

Weight: 4.4 lbs/2 kg

Germany, late 16th century, housed at the Kunsthistorischesmuseum, Vienna.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

A successful hunt in Germany circa 1930's by Rare Historical Images Via Flickr: Roe Deer (Capreolus capreolus): The roe deer is a small deer species found in Europe, with a body length of 95-135 cm (3 ft 1 in - 4 ft 5 in) and a shoulder height of 63-67 cm (2 ft 1 in - 2 ft 2 in). They weigh between 15-35 kg (35-75 lb).

[puppycatgirlcock]

don't you DARE call a fascist weapon a mosin. my great grandpappy didn't die in the storming of konigsberg so y'all could idolize the rifle that killed him

i accidentally let my princess girlfriend and my communist revolutionary girlfriend in the same discord call and surprisingly they really hit it off. both of them get a massive kick out of pretending to execute eachother for crimes against their respective class, they're having great fun. they paint eachothers nails and stuff

[scapinoz]

MY MAD DOG (all mine).

yandere male oc x male reader.

prologue.

first of all, thanks for reading. this is my first time publishing one of my original works :) disclaimer that English isn’t my first language and that i don’t pay attention to grammar lessons at school, so there might be a few errors. sorry in advance about that !!

warnings: mentions of firearm and cursing. maybe a bit of child neglect. nothing too dark…yet (we’re just getting started)

Ilarion Lucero had always wanted a dog– a german shepard, to be precise– when he was younger. He had always gotten everything he had ever wanted back then; Ilarion was his father’s only heir, the young master of the household. Everyone– the maids, the servants, the butlers, his father’s men, even his mother– was at his beck and call all the time back then; when he was young. Because God forbid that the young master should ever once feel yearning or sorrow.

Ilarion Lucero had never once asked for anything; because everything he ever desired was handed to him in a bloody silver platter before he opened his mouth to ask for it.

Yet, despite the endless parade of silver-plated indulgences, there was one thing Ilarion had asked for.

A dog.

Ilarion, perhaps when he was five or perhaps six, went to his father’s office, barging in without knocking. (back then he hadn’t paid much mind to the gun that sat atop his father’s maghony desk). He had demanded that his father should get him a dog, because a boy from his class got one; a white one, covered in fur and had wide and glossy eyes. Ilarion had also wanted one. He begged, he cried, he pleaded with all the fervor of a child who had never known denial. And yet his father’s answer remained the same.

No, his father had said, you’re not responsible enough to take care of a dog.

He didn’t face his father for three days after that. His mother had begged him to eat; even had the chefs make his favourite food. But he did not budge. He had hoped that his father would feel some kind of remorse in his cold heart and buy him a dog so that he could brag to his classmates about having a dog as well.

But his father did not do that.

Ilarion had always known that his father was rather unsympathetic (it was the kindest word Ilarion could scavenge to describe his father). His father smiled, of course, the man never compressed his emotion (though it was only in his later years that he realized the smile was fake). The older man loved his son, his mother had always told that his father loved him when he was younger whenever he would ask about why his father never quite kissed his cheek and embraced him as his mother did. Love, he thought, was not something that should be hidden. Love was warm kisses, soft words and long embraces (things his father never gave him).

Illarion never quite believed it. He wasn’t stupid after all (in his six year old brain acing his exams made him feel smart). His father did not love him. Nor did his father love his mother. He had heard them argue back and forth; his mother asking his father to quiet down so that their son wouldn’t hear them and his father said, ‘let him hear then.’

And Illarion knew that he was only his father’s heir; not his son, or his beloved boy, but only his heir.

And an heir should be kept happy, right?

So, he asked for a dog once again.

He cornered his father during breakfast, pleading more. This time his father simply looked at him before walking away, the man that was always with the older man (Rylan, his father’s right hand man) following him.

Later that day he asked again (Illarion really wanted that dog), during dinner. Surely, in the warmth of their home, with food and wine laid before them, his father might soften. But his father did not. his father left the table and his mother, silent and withdrawn, didn’t say a word.

Illarion sought out his mother after dinner. Seeking solace and perhaps an ally in his crusade for a puppy. Hence he made his way to his parents’ bedroom, more than ready to risk his father’s wrath.

His mother wasn’t there in the bedroom. Rather he only found his father and Rylan conversing. And for a moment illarion could swear that he heard his father say, “take the fucking kid outside.”

and Rylan, ever the loyal servant, took illarion out of the room.

“What kind of dog do you want?” He asked.

And Illarion didn’t waste a second answering (he had rehearsed the answer to this question, in case his father was to ask). “A big one,” Illarion said, “like those dogs that the guards had in the last gala.” And then Illarion realized that Rylan didn’t attend the gala which took place last week, which could possibly mean that the older man didn’t know what dog Illarion was talking about. “The big one, full of fur and like a long nose,”

Rylan cut him off, “A German Shepherd, kid. I know. Your father told me.”

“Oh.”

“Do you really want a dog?”

“Yeah,” illarion nodded, “I want one.” Maybe he’ll try asking during Christmas or his next birthday.

“I’ll see what I can do, kid.”

Illarion doubted that Rylan could do anything about it. After all, Rylan was just his father’s lackey and would just follow his father’s words like it was the holy scripture.

But two days later Illarion was proven wrong.

His mother didn’t join him for dinner that day. It was just him and his father eating in silence until the door opened, revealing Rylan accompanied by a boy.

Illarion immediately focused on the boy, who seemed to be around his age. But tall, so incredibly tall. Perhaps the boy was at least two or three years older than Illarion. Ilarion blinked. The boy had striking features that mirrored Rylan’s. But where Rylan stood rigid and composed, the boy exuded an air of defiance (Another difference was that Rylan wasn’t covered with bandages and dinosaur bandaids like the boy was).

“I’m sorry about the delay,” Rylan said, ushering the boy towards the dinner table. “This is my son.”

illarion heard the boy scoff and cross his arms over his chest. And it took him a minute to notice what the boy was wearing…a pair of jeans and a tank top— so casual that it bordered on insolence.

“It’s a pleasure,” Illarion’s father murmured, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “I’ve heard so much about you, Y/N.”

The boy— who Illarion now knew as Y/N— didn’t reply until Rylan nudged him . “Likewise,” came the reply, bored and nonchalant.

Ilarion watched in disbelief as his father allowed the insolence to pass unchallenged. It was the first time he had seen anyone address the man with anything less than deference and leave unscathed.

While his father was amused, Rylan looked the opposite. Perhaps a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance (the same expression that was mirrored on his son’s face).

“Y/N,” Rylan said through gritted teeth, “Go sit beside Illarion. He’s your friend now.”

And the boy complied, dragging his feet as if the short distance to the table was a long gruesome journey in the desert with no water. Illarion watched, bewildered, as Y/N plopped onto the chair beside him with all the grace of a sullen street cat.

Illarion’s father turned to look at him for the first time that night. “He is yours to look after now, illarion.”

Ilarion stared at the boy beside him, at the bandages on his arms and the fire in his eyes. He had asked for a dog, a loyal and silent companion. What he had been given was something else entirely— a mad dog, wild and untamed.

quick yap session :) it was like three a.m. when i wrote this, partially high on caffeine and sugar. idk what i was trying to achieve with this, actually. side note, im doing this just for shit and giggles actually. don’t take this seriously.

and if you’re interested in reading, comment down below and it might encourage me to write quicker and release more parts or else this might just collect dust like most my books.

[makaira-art]

13 Years Hard Time For Love - The Gavinners Lyrics

I translated/localized lyrics for “Guilty Love” and “13 Years Hard Time for Love” because I found the latter on Spotify (why isn’t anyone talking about it) and fit it back into the melody! And here is Klavier's VA singing it on YouTube:

1 2 3 4!

The dance floor where the rock’n’roll was playing Was the crime scene where I first met you I was taken prisoner by your heated eyes I fell in love, so! You have committed the perfect crime

Your gun loaded with magnum bullets shot me down Breaking my heart (bang bang) into pieces! That’s a criminal possession of firearms!

(Hard time for love, yeah) Now at last we find our sentence won’t be suspended So, lets jump right in To the prison of love that no key can open

(Hard time for love, yeah) Attempted? Accidental? Or willful negligence I can’t quit it now We’re model prisoners repeating our crimes

That rock ballad we used to play now haunts me At the crime scene where I lost you The tears that welled in your mischievous eyes told me Our love was over, so! Our perfect crime comes tumbling down

The hammer you brought down with all of your might Struck my poor heart (gang gang) into pieces! Isn’t that criminal property damage, though?

(Hard time for love, yeah) The statute of limitations have been abolished So, lets run away Using the jailbreak plans I made for us

(Hard time for love, yeah) Innocent or guilty? What to make of this love of mine? I’ve made up my mind We are accomplices racking up crimes

Ah, hate only the sin, not the sinner As for me, well… Just one more time, bitte Can’t you dismiss me of all charges?

[spoken] Let me just ask you one last time… Can’t you dismiss me of all charges?

(Hard time for love, yeah) Now at last we find our sentence won’t be suspended So, let’s jump right in To the prison of love that no key can open

(Hard time for love, yeah) Innocent or guilty? What to make of this love of mine? I’ve made up my mind! We are two accomplices racking up crimes

(Hard time for love, yeah) 13 years (Hard time for love, yeah) 13 years (Hard time for love, yeah) 13 years (Hard time for love, yeah) 13 years

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And I'll post a fixed-up version of Guilty Love once I get the German ironed out (I don't speak German). More translators notes below! I may lose my mind!!

I kept everything as faithful as possible. Since it’s a song, I can’t fit the direct translation of the lyrics and opted to keep the meaning instead. I only had to change the meaning of one line in 13 Years:

絶対領域の恋さ

The love of "zettai ryouiki" — Which means, well, Google translate will tell you it means “absolute domain” which it does literally. However, it’s slang for the area of exposed thigh between skirt and stocking… what on earth is it doing in the middle of a Gavinners song, I have no idea. I guess Gavin is just into that kind of thing…? Admittedly he also sings about how the other person’s “sexy eyes captivated him across the dance floor” so the song is very different to Guilty Love, which is about blowing off your date to go to court with Apollo Justice.

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So yeah translators notes: Klavier Gavin is a thighs guy and really into eyefucking, and I guess this is what I use my Japanese language education for? I have a whole list of notes about the song (Like, Genius Lyrics breakdown style) that I won't share here for the sake of brevity. Here are some of my preliminary comments: