#gunfight

[gameraboy2]

Gunfight by William George, 1958

[originalgravity]

[curiahcity]

Story Two: Threatened :Page 43

[cultofthewyrm]

power suit by left hand

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Warning: picture of dead bodies below.

Police look at the bodies of two men slain by shotgun blasts while leaving their apartment building in the Bronx, November 5, 1930.

Photo: Ossie Leviness for the NY Daily News

[tenth-sentence]

Because no story set in Texas is complete without a minimum of two good old-fashioned Texan shoot-outs, a gunfight ensued.

"Zealot: A Book About Cults" - Jo Thornely

[annoyingthemesong]

SUBLIME CINEMA #405 - FOXY BROWN

Pam Grier at her most badass, ‘a whole lotta woman’, a film seized by the UK during its video nasty collective panic though the movie is, of course, tame by today’s standards. Aside from its balls to the wall 70′s trappings there’s some great acting here, Antonio Fargas’s gumby mannerisms are as memorable as Grier’s attitude and gorgeous gun slinging. 

One of the coolest opening title sequences ever. 

[illustratus]

Conflitto a fuoco by Sebastiano de Albertis

[married-to-a-redhead]

“Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.”

[whumpookies]

Söz/The oath episode 18,

Hafiz is traded with one of Çolak's injured agreeing to terms, Yavuz is double crossed leading to a quick backup plan.

[gameraboy2]

Mystery Science Theater 3000, “The Batwoman”

[adrenaline-whump]

No. 5 - EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

Context: back to Cade & Chloe, after Day 3 

  My ankle was covered in nasty, bloody streaks, like I’d been clawed by a mountain lion. I mopped at the cuts with the hem of my pants leg. “You planned this, didn’t you?” I muttered to Chloe. She didn’t answer, still being out cold. Most likely it was the late weasel’s fault, his aim being as good as his taste in weapons. Still, I thought it would have fitted Chloe’s sense of humor to send a bunch of rock shrapnel through my leg. I’d be taking part of that hill away with me, little shards I couldn’t stop to dig out right then. I rolled Chloe onto her back. She moaned a little, but didn’t open her eyes. The bandage I’d put on her ankle was reddish. It must’ve bled more while we were crawling and walking.

Her left hand was dripping red onto the grass—somehow she’d lost a chunk of skin and meat off her palm. I cussed and pulled my shirt off, wrapped it around her hand and clamped down. She wasn’t a big person, and I uneasily wondered how much blood she’d lost.

Why the hell did I care? I could’ve—maybe I should’ve—just left her there. I thought about it. But…I don’t know. It just didn’t seem right.

I patted her pockets, trying to find her phone, and then looked around where she’d fallen, but I couldn’t find it. I did find her gun in the grass, and shoved that into my pocket.

Since I couldn’t call for help, I went with the next best plan, which was miserable as fuck, and I hope I never have to do anything like that again.

See, I was betting that if Smirky Smurf had brought friends, they would’ve come to see what all the shooting was about. So he was on his own, and that meant we could go back to the house and get Chloe’s car. “We” meaning me dragging Chloe, limping every damn step of the way.

Downhill was bad. Uphill was hellish. Toward the end, it was step-drag, step-drag, inch by inch. She seemed to get heavier the closer we got to the house.

An empty black Buick sat in the driveway. It occurred to me, in a hazy way, that the Buick was blocking the garage, and the weasel’s car key was probably in his pocket. I decided not to think about that. I had to get Chloe inside. Through the door. Into the hall. I laid her down on the carpet runner. When I tried to stand up, the walls went blurry, and I landed on the floor next to her. Maybe I should’ve wrapped my shirt around my own leg. How much blood had I lost?

[swlucasverse]

We haven't really had a gunfight between Jango's ship, the Slave I, and anything else. So it was fun to use Jango's ship as a vehicle in one of these little action set pieces.

— George Lucas

[cultofthewyrm]

Cover Art Anarchy Final by Bruno Senigalha

[pulp2pixel]

Decided to make it a two pager. #gunfight #gunslinger #showdown #fareast #wildwest #gurkha #inkart #pulp2pixel https://www.instagram.com/p/ClXyYmILOot/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eternitykittens]

Poisoned love - Chapter 45 - dirty boy (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/971906434-poisoned-love-chapter-45-dirty-boy?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ternikat&wp_originator=7DREcEMTD0vDxus2GsfVFe%2ByQ7B%2BeyF2lzbrY%2Bzaa2PqUidsTrBaIvHQP5DBlr%2FqYz8ON9RwUuMGThQ3KwMpngZVmSLhKzppM6at%2FqMEk6WWkSGcZBEJP6vfhPGXCydZ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ It was a normal Friday, at least that's what Katsuki thought. After a villain attack, he had to stay in school longer than necessary. The sun was already setting down when he could finally get home, he didn't even have time to open the door before a pair of footsteps stopped behind him. The villain followed him. . . That night everything changed. . . What will happen when the hero falls in love with the villain? Extract 1 ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ "Chill, dude. I'm going ok?" The man left quickly, leaving him with jealous Izuku. "Who was that?" Izuku asked. "Someone who just sucks at flirting." Izuku leaned over him, whispering into his ear. "You look stunning, gorgeous." The hand that slid down his neck made his skin hot. Extract 2 ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ "I think you should pay attention to your little angel more." Izuku stopped in his tracks, his body turning to Katsuki. Everything happened in slow motion after that. Izuku's horrified expression, hand reaching for him as the pieces of the building started falling at him. Katsuki smiled, he wanted to give Izuku something before this, and he hoped the warm smile could be enough. . . . "This is the end." Extract 3 ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ "Not gonna look at me?" Fuck, stop. He can't open his eyes. If he did, and Izuku won't be there, it would be the last thing he needed to reach his breaking point. "Open your eyes." No, he doesn't want to. "Please, for me?" There was nothing else to do, as much as he loved listening to Izuku's voice, this can't go forever. Deku x Kacchan Bottom Bakugou Smut Fluff artist twitter://wengwengchim Enjoy the story! (◠‿・)-☆