#gun safety guys

[aq2003]

i feel like he's choosing his words carefully bc he doesn't want it to blow up in his face but personally i think he should be legally allowed to kill the tory politicians making his criticism of them the center of their campaigns

[wasabijean]

movie would’ve been better if she had a gun

[extantformoflife]

the two funniest things about psychonauts so far. in my humble opinion. (i am three hours into this game). are (1) the scene where a bully says to raz "i heard you were raised in a circus" and you the player goes. haha real original insult buddy. until it is revealed that no actually raz was ACTUALLY FUCKING RAISED IN A CIRCUS. and (2) when you go to agent nein and say "yeah i would like to fight the giant shadow monster lurking in the depths of my psyche" and he, a person who moments prior was basically goading raz into fighting said giant shadow monster, goes "what? no. i cant let you do that? no! thats against so many rules!!! you CANNOT do that!!" while raz is actively running away from him in order to get a gun license

[tacticalsmth]

Uh.. Yeah!

We can do all of that, but why don't you help me in the garage first! I'm just cleaning my guns, won't take too long.

Plus, I've got a few pocket knives you can sharpen and clean, I want to make sure before you touch ANY of my guns I put you through some training with them first.

Hey, Morty..

I'll make sure to hide you well in my dimension, alright? I'll keep you safe.

"I-I appreciate it mumsies I really d-dont want certain people f-finding Me."

[zedif-y]

pulling up to the function (college) and scaring the hoes (classmates) by being too swag (being so quiet bc i forgot how to act like a person)

[megamindsupremacy]

Alternate ending to Under the Red Hood where Bruce fucks up the ultimatum scene by virtue of the fact that he has never used a gun before. I can't decide if it's funnier if he decides to kill the Joker and shoots Jason in the arm instead or if he accidentally shoots the Joker and is just like. Better commit to the bit.

Scenario 1:

Bruce, literally refuses to touch a gun, suddenly holding a gun: oh no. I have to choose between my son and the joker, I cannot let Jason die again. I have to do it

*Shoots Jason*

Jason: WHAT THE FUCK OW-

Bruce: I DIDN'T MEAN TO-

Jason: I KNEW YOU HATED ME BUT DID YOU HAVE TO SHOOT ME ABOUT IT?

Bruce: I DIDN'T MEAN TO IT WAS AN ACCIDENT

Jason: ARE YOU KIDDING ME-

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Scenario 2

Bruce, accidentally killing the Joker because he, on purpose, never learned how to handle a gun: oh shit-

Jason, eyes wide: you actually killed the joker for me? 🥹

Bruce:

Bruce, dying inside: y-yes. i killed someone with Gun. on purpose. yeah...

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

(continuation to writing prompt #7)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

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Jason catches him before he hits the ground, quickly slings him over his shoulders, and redraws his pistol in a matter of seconds before he's bolting down the street. His eyes scan the rooftops for any snipers but can't find evidence of anything aside from a brief flash of white. He's almost to his closest safehouse and in the clear when he's bodily tackled to the ground, Danny tossed from his shoulders and to the pavement with him. He manages to flip himself and his assailant over enough to give the man in white a sharp right hook to the temple and knocks him out cold.

More white suits are running down the street towards him, so he shoulders Danny's considerably light weight again and books it away from his original destination. No point in having a safehouse if it's discovered. Defeats the whole point of having one in the first place. As he's booking it down the street and taking as many random turns as possible, he hears several sets of footsteps hot on his trail, some of them shouting orders back and forth to each other. He barely dodges another dart headed towards his leg before he's had enough. He didn't like the odds of fighting multiple opponents while also having to protect his passenger, so he caves and connects the comm-line to any of the bats out and about tonight and immediately gets a response from Oracle and the Big Bat himself.

"Hood, what's the situation? You're moving awfully fast. You don't normally call in." He's panting so hard with how fast he's running, it's a miracle he gets anything out.

"Hey, O. Being pursued by an organized group. Have an injured passenger they desperately want and I might be a plus to the package. Passenger shows signs of being experimented on."

"Do you recognize your assailants? Any identifying features?" Ah, there's Bats.

"Everyone's wearing a white suit and they have snipers with drugged darts. Passenger is out cold after getting hit with one. Caught him in the middle of him running and he seemed convinced that I was just as in danger as he was."

Batman swears on the other end and proceeds to call in Red Robin and Nightwing while Oracle takes over the conversation again.

"Batman's not far out. Can you give your tail the slip to meet up with them?"

Still hearing the collection of footsteps behind him, he answers back, "Negative. The behavior of Passenger leads me to believe they have some sort of tracker. I've taken as many twists and turns I could think of, still haven't lost them." He grits his teeth at what he says next, shoving his pride down as deep as he could.

"I need backup."

A new voice enters the comm in the form of Nightwing. "And you'll get it. Bats and I are headed in your direction. ETA is about seven minutes. Think you can string them long enough for us to get the drop on them?"

Hood huffs an approximation of a chuckle in his ragged state. "I'll try my best. I've been running for while now and I'm about out of steam. Luckily, Passenger's pretty light for his size."

He grunts as he nearly trips over a plank of busted plywood in the next alley he exits, but regains his footing just as fast. He's getting really sick of these white suits. He would've grappled up to the nearest roof if he didn't already know a few of them were already in pursuit from up there too. He's been leading this goose chase so long he's even getting close to the Bowery. Maybe he can lose them there. Gaining a bit of a second wind, he puts a little boost in his speed, silently apologizing to Danny over the bumpy ride. He figures he'd prefer a few extra bruises from a less than gentle getaway than being captured by whoever these creeps in white were though.

He manages to get a couple of streets into the Bowery before his pursuers seem to have had enough with the chase. There's an inaudible order shouted from one white suit to another before Hood hears a sound akin to a laser before he feels a shot of burning pain in his back. He tumbles forward again, this time tucking Danny into his chest as best he could so he didn't go flying like last time. He rolls a few times before landing with a still unconscious Danny flat on the ground and him hovering protectively over him. Whatever they used to knock him out must be strong if not even a second throw to the ground wakes him up.

Hood gasps at the burning pain as he feels around the back of his jacket with one hand. He immediately finds a patch of scorched leather, the material extremely hot to the touch. He curses as he shrugs it off and tosses it to the side. He can always get a new one, he reasons. Right now, he needs to get back up and start running again, but not before leaving a little present. Once he's without his helmet, he books it once again down the street and keeps an ear out for the white suits, waiting for them to get close enough before he presses a hidden button and blows up the street. Hopefully a few of them got caught by the blast.

"Hood, what was that sound!? Everything alright?" Red Robin suddenly yelled over the comms.

"All good. Just left the white suits a little gift. Turns out they have blasters and they hurt like a bitch." He griped. "What's your ETA now?"

"Not much longer. All of us can see the smoke from the explosion. How's your passenger during all this?"

"He's been knocked around a bit and still unconscious. He needs a serious medical eval once all of this is over. He had a few stitches pop before this stupid chase even started." He said as he ducked around the corner to avoid another laser blast.

"I'm running on empty at this point. You guys better get your asses over here before I blow up more than just my helmet-" He feels a sudden sharp jab in his shoulder and turns to find a white dart with the letters G.I.W. printed on it.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?" Batman immediately asked.

"The darts. I've been hit." Almost immediately, he feels sluggish and dizzy.

He stumbles to a stop, propping himself up against the brick wall of the nearest building. Overwhelming nausea took over as he nearly dropped to his knees.

"Shit shit shit shit," His words came out slurred. His grip on Danny loosened, the guy sliding down to lay limply on the ground. "Guys... if you're gonna show up... now would be a really good time."

He eventually downgraded to sitting on the ground, back against the wall with Danny still unconscious at his side. His vision was so blurry at this point it was a wonder he could see anything. Regardless of his drugged state, he tried his best to keep a sharp eye on all entrances on the street. Eventually tho, his eyes landed on the dart that caused his current predicament, the letters on it steadily swimming into focus.

"G... I.W."

"What? Hood, are you alright?" Red Robin responded, heavy concern in his voice.

"Look for... federal agencies with the acronym G.I.W." He said at barely a mumble.

"Hood? Little Wing, hey! We need you to stay awake, buddy."

"Too... too tired." He could barely keep himself upright, much less keep his eyes open. Staying awake was a little much to ask.

"No no no no. Come on, Little Wing. We're almost to you. Hang on a few more minutes."

Jason didn't have the energy to respond.

"Red Hood, answer me!" Batman's gruff voice rang in his head with how loud it sounded right now. "Jason!"

Is it just him or does Bruce sound panicked? Something about that didn't seem right. Why would Batman be panicked?

Panicked... Panic... Panic?

His eyes shot back open as he sluggishly caught a few white suits in his line of sight walking steadily closer. The drug was still working heavily through his system, but he had just enough clarity to do something he never thought he'd be forced to do.

"Sorry, guys. I'm just gonna... have to trust you to find me... Okay?" His voice cracked on the last word as he slowly searched the collar of his kevlar shirt.

Finding what he was looking for, he pressed the panic button he'd installed for crazy reasons like this. Crazy reasons like being kidnapped. An internal tracker he installed in himself(1) was brought to life as soon as he pressed the hidden switch. His location should be being broadcasted to every Bat in the city and a few of his Outlaw friends. With it being internal, it can't be taken, damaged, or interrupted. He specifically designed it himself to withstand anything he could think of. Once it turned on and he at least had that assurance, he finally succumbed to the drug and felt himself go limp despite his family frantically calling his name. The static of a radio communicator buzzed somewhere above his head as a white suit approached.

"Agent O, come in. Prepare another cell at HQ. Whatever Phantom is, this thing seems to give off similar energy. We can probably learn something from it since Phantom refuses to talk." He said as he toed roughly at Jason's boot.

Whatever was said in response was lost on him as his hearing cut out and his vision faded to black.

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Wow. That was a doozy to write.

I've seen a lot of fics where Danny is rescued by the Bats from the GIW almost right away and everything works out from there, but I wanted to see one where he wasn't. Might as well throw Jason in there too. Why? Because angst. It's one of the things I'm good at apparently.

Notes:

(1) What if his death at the hands of the Joker and Batman's late arrival gave Jason a certain paranoia/fear of not being found if he was ever taken/hidden again? About not being found in time/never found again? I think he'd take precautions. So much angst with this idea too.

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[whereismyhat5678]

Hey hey hey! Where’s that little Critter at? :DD

WAIT- WHO GAVE THEM A GUN?????

Artrade with @little--critter >:]]]

[clementimetodie]

Why does the right constantly believe they are not being idealistic, the world needs to conform to your beliefs for them to work too, things are not going to just turn on a dime because you think you're intellectually superior for not thinking about the impact your changes would have on other people

[sqlmn]

So as one does with their OCs........... (shoves them into an AU).

Cafe AU where Clifford is a younger new hire and the person who's supposed to train him is just kinda. Apathetic at first. But quickly melts and decides they would die for this little guy. This is their new favorite person. It's totally normal to demand to be on as many of the same shifts as possible as a coworker. And every shift the mentor tries to Be Normal (aka just uh huh's when Cliff talks to him and not prod and pry into his entire life). And mentor is just super good at latte art so they love to show off to Cliff.

Which pays off when Clifford's mom shows up one day and is talking to him while mentor stands at a slight distance (to be normal) and hears "and this is my best friend!" and welp. That sealed it. They will now commit a murder for their favorite coworker if required.

(Katale and Rudyard also exist but they're not coworkers so they're not here. Also in the AU, Clifford just has a name tag for Cliff and mentor doesn't use their real name on their tag but writes Maverick..... based on a tumblr post someone linked me.)

[zombiefishmonster]

ford not telling everyone in the shack that he was carrying a rip in the space time continuum, just in case, really makes me question his common sense

[redhoodscorvid]

My partner got to see the frantic creation of the "Does Jason Todd sleep with a gun" poll in real time. But the real question? The real question is how literal we're going to get about Jason's gun being a teddy bear.

Jason woke to silence.

Sun poured through the cheap blinds. Hot air bled the smell of cigarettes and sweat. Sheets stuck to his front, the shitty fabric rough and saturated, as his right hand tapped against something soft. Full on dog days of summer: you didn't have to be nightlife for sunlight to be unbearable at this point.

At mid-morning, the neighbour couple two doors over should be yelling about what chores are humanly possible to do before shift. The godawful buzzer for the corner store directly below the unit should ring with a delivery. One floor up, frantic shuffling and cupboard slamming will echo as the guy who's holding on to a courier job by the skin of his teeth looks for his keys. He'll usually run down the hallway three to seven minutes late.

It felt like the building was holding its breath.

Half-decent, Jason thought.

Jason's forearms tensed for leverage. He swung his right leg over his body, springing up. His heel hit Thug 1 in the nose. 

The blood is extraneous. Ignore the bullet hitting the wall behind you. 

He let the momentum of the arc touch his feet to the ground, and followed up the tap with a solid left hook to the temple. The guy dropped like his strings were cut, and Jason uncoiled with his right hand pointing unerringly at the doorway.

Jason blinked slowly, hoping his face only gave away how unimpressed he was at the situation. He was pointing a teddy bear at Thug 2. 

Control the situation.

"You know, I actually like this shaggy dog toy a bit," he said, letting dead casual fall from his lips. "It'd be a shame if something happened to it."

Skinny Thug 2 was eleven feet away, with the small hurdle of the poor excuse for a mattress between them. The man had let his gun droop a bit, his straw blond hair falling into his face as he gaped. 

Jason smiled. It wasn't a sunny smile; it was the kind that exhaled concrete dust and industrial fumes in the heat of summer.

"A .44 Magnum," he said, letting the words fall, carefully timed, into the quiet room, "Is usually overkill. Your little 9mm is a better choice for this kind of situation. But you know..."

A pause as Thug 2's eyes widened. He managed to get the gun mostly pointed up at Jason.

Jason stepped forward, not letting the shaggy teddy bear drop an inch. "...the Magnum will make a big chunk of your head explode. Brain matter everywhere. Kind of on my bucket list.

"It's a shame, though. Would pretty much annihilate this little fucker."

Jason pointed the teddy bear lower.

"I'd probably have to shoot you a few times to make up for it."

Thug 2 raised his hands, letting the gun clatter to the floor. 

Jason actually did wince at that point. Idiot could have killed Mr. Chronically-Seven-Minutes-Late if the gun misfired. So Jason didn't feel too bad about smashing the guy's forehead into his knee.

He left the completely normal teddy bear tucked under Thug 2's elbow.

[dimsilver]

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[mayohigan-orange]

[todayisafridaynight]

I had a dream where I was watching a sesame street episode that guest starred Daigo

was this your vision

[banyanas]

the reason sparrow is the one person in this generation of NPCs who doesn’t known how to shoot a gun is he doesn’t need one