#shooting from cover

[historyofguns]

The article, authored by GunSpot on The Armory Life, emphasizes the critical importance of shooting from cover for gunfight survival. The piece provides an introduction to concepts like cover and concealment, as well as shooting around barricades, and stresses the necessity of professional training to develop effective combat shooting skills. Chief instructor Grant LaVelle, who has an extensive background as a SWAT team member, shares his expertise and emphasizes tactics such as maintaining a stand-off distance from cover and using the "Slicing The Pie" technique for room clearing. Throughout the article, the need for meticulous practice with realistic obstacles and conditions is highlighted to enhance the chances of survival during a deadly confrontation. The article also includes practical demonstrations and encourages readers to seek quality firearms instruction to better prepare for real-world situations.

[echoes-of-the-unknown]

Happy wedding day!!!

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[hinamie]

there was a third picture from that one shoot apparently

rest of my redraws can be found here!

[skunkes]

[i-may-be-an-emu]

who let this man be this pretty

[thecoppersoulbox]

Funny little thing I just realised: Bill was drenched in beer the entire time he was telling that story

[expelliarmus]

[trashdumper]

I found this one done a few weeks ago

[just-null]

are you oka- oh.

[spotforme]

how we feeling about Sam's 17year old blue eyed bartender flirting with the customers to get more sails, but no actually everything that customer drinks is on the house so what's the point?? no wait it's actually his stepdad this is getting worse, no wait it's actually his dad why are they keeping this a secret???

[instantpansies]

ok so well clarissa has seen hundreds of children pass through the silver line right? she's seen them get there bright-eyed and full of wonder at this new world just like her. maybe they're escaping their old lives or hiding from someone, just like her. and she's seen them realize they're trapped, and slowly their hope drains away and so does their life, and she's seen them go through that agonizing transformation she knows she'll face someday, and she's seen them become another part of the train. furniture. object. backdrop.

ok well. let's say she's seen it enough times that she wants to remember. she knows someday she'll join them, but her life is so long and slow and unchanging, and locomotion seems to assume she'll be like this for a very long time. and why shouldn't she? it was her fault this all came to be.* it was her desire for escape that trapped them all here in the first place. but she wants to see the others, see the evidence that she is not always alone, remember that she has doomed dozens of children - with families and feelings and lives - to this hell she never meant to share.

so. she starts collecting things. every time a child gets on the train, she greets them, gives them comfort, helps them settle in. helps them keep track of their belongings, and is with them when they realize they can't leave. holds their hand as their voice becomes a whistle, their knees buckle and joints fuse, their bones become metal rods. and she pries away the teddy bear, the pin, the mother's necklace, as the curse takes hold. opens the stiffening fingers and steals the locket, removes the hand-knit sweater before it becomes carpeting.

there's a space under one of the benches in a passenger car. somewhere loco doesn't think about (too tall). it's filled with dolls and charm bracelets and keychains and sachets and eyeglasses and hats from three hundred years of children's history. every so often clarissa pulls out a piece and carries it with her. so as not to forget all that she's done and all that is to come.

anyways :D have a great day <33333

*based on my "nutcracker" all-encompassing strange noises theory, read here

[phoenixcatch7]

The Wayne doll house

Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.

The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.

It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.

There was nothing there when he went back.

-

The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.

The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.

So civilian it was.

Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.

"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."

"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.

"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."

Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.

"I think.... I would be best for that."

The team stared.

"Batsy?"

Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.

"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."

"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."

"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."

Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.

"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."

Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."

"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"

"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."

For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.

"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."

"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"

"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.

Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.

"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."

-

"Alien?"

"No."

"Reanimated corpse?"

"No."

"Uh... Demon?"

"Hm. No."

"You're not just a meta human, are you?"

"No."

"Vampire?"

"No."

"Robot??"

"No."

"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"

"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.

"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."

"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."

Flash groaned again.

-

Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!

'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.

So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.

With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.

"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."

The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.

He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.

The click of the door jerked his head up.

Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.

Flash screamed.

Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing

[crashingmoons]

i made a thingymabob (i guess it could be classified as a stimboard but i never really understood stimboards)

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