#GUNSAFE

[protection-safes]

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[druidx]

Paint a picture of a character by describing their bedroom while they’re not in it.

Here is the 1st of the writing exercises from this post for Farren.

Tagging op of that post @davycoquette as requested :) & @aquadestinyswriting as per

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Dt. Breakwood's bedroom is… Well. If a thief broke in, he'd think the place already tossed. A musky, manly odour pervades the space, joined with nicotine and the ethanolic scent of aftershave. Light filters in from a high window on the right wall, through undrawn flimsy cream curtains. They flutter, as if the window behind is cracked open. From the door you can see the room is… cosy, to be polite.

A double bed is to your right, a nightstand on each side. The covers are runkled – flung back on rising and never set right – but only on the side nearest the door. Likewise, only the nightstand closest to is covered in an assortment of pens, notepads, and other clutter. A radio sits on top of a Haynes manual for a Pontiac Trans Am, the water glass nudged perilously close to the edge. The other nightstand has a plain vase with a single, dusty, red silk rose.

Under the window is a bureau, the space just wide enough to pull back the chair. Amidst the clutter of curving correspondence, typed bills, paperweights, and treasury tags, is a small bowl containing a selection of keys, hard candy, chapstick and other pocket paraphernalia. On the top ledge, covered in a light film of dust, are a few framed photos – of Dt. Breakwood and a statuesque woman, both in wedding attire outside of a church; of a little dark-haired girl, all smiles and dimples; a black-and-white of a stern and worn looking couple in fashion from an older time, and draped over the frame, a sun motif necklace. A dusty succulent in a dry and chipped saucer, hangs over the end, partly obscuring candid Polaroids of colleagues from a recent party, tacked to the side of the bureau. You don't see any other keepsakes in here – most are in the condo's lounge.

A large, built-in wardrobe sits at the end of the bed with only a few feet of clearance between. Fortunately, the doors slide aside – with tall, rectangular faux-wood panels collected at one end to reveal the occupant's shirts and flares, some having fallen from their hangers, and socks dripping from part-closed drawers. To each side of the wardrobe is a wicker chair. To the left, the chair is olive green and covered with jeans, underwear, leisure pants; it's hard to tell the clean from the used. The maroon chair on the right is empty of clothing. Instead it seats two stuffed animals: a small teddy bear, with close-curled buttercream fur and a large squarish owl, with red body, a white breast and a beak flattened with love.

[uncle-mojave]

Oh wait

I did some gunsafe jenga

I can fit one more long gun

[corntort]

got Wayne thoughts?

not really any new ones! hylics is about 3rd in the list of interests atm but i gotta explore his age regressing more. the gunsafe joke post was about the only mention i made of it since its a hc very close and dear to me but i think about it very often.

i probably only mentioned this in my friend server but i think he age regressed in the hylemxylem when it was first erected. HUGE ball of tears for a hot minute after he died the first time upon arriving in the hylemxylem

he had to kinda brave through it though which was Very Sucks since gibby was about to mulch the whole zone

[socksual-innuendos]

I actually want to make fun of the puritan dweebs bitching abt fanfic being the bane and traumatizing epicenter of the internet when half the people i know were more fucked up by liveleak and shock gore vids than happening across dubcon teacher/student fic

Like thank you for showing where yallre from. Classic goddamn americans think the sex stuff was where everyone went to get traumatized back in a day where it was common to bait and switch people with links to shock gore.

Genuinely need to make fun of those people bc they sound like midwestern moms mad their kid has a hustler mag under his mattress but refuses to keep a gunsafe in her home.

[humboldtfog]

Played an Arcata Community Forest Show as Jackalope Jill with Gunsafe and Lxs Perdidixs and it was as magic as the light we passed on the walk out.

[visualbackwash]

Venting post

Context; living at home rn as I take a semester off college to work. My sister stole a collectors edition copy of Bloodborne, with artbook, from me when she moved out to live with her boyfriend almost a year ago. She told me she bring it back but kept putting it off. After they broke up two months ago, he dropped her stuff off in a bag at our house while she was staying with a friend. My mom made me wait a month to open the bag so my sister didn't accuse us of stealing anything inside and the game wasn't even in there. I then had to use a co-workers phone to contact the ex-boyfriend because he blocked our whole family. He tells me he didn't realize it was mine, assuming my sister borrowed it from a friend so he didn't put it in the bag for some fucking reason (planned to keep her PS4 controllers too, which I also bought). Then he says he just found out his own sister had given it to their cousin, who was visiting from out of state, and they had just left to drive home. He offered to replace it but I explained it was a gift from a relative who passed away. He said he would have them mail it back. A few days later I text to see what the time frame is on it arriving. He said they put it in a gunsafe, idk what that has to do with anything but he phrased it like it was holding things up, and that they would mail it back in two weeks (probably taking another week to ship). I'm trying to give the benefit of the doubt but I feel like this kid is giving me the run around. I'm being patient for now but fr, idk what I'm gonna do if I don't get this back. It means a lot to me and I just really want it back.

[blubushie]

1/8/23 Tennant Creek, NT

It's a bittersweet welcome stepping off the plane and back onto familiar soil. My first day I stay at a cheap hotel room in Sydney. That night I drive five hours to Parkes. I wake up to rain pattering the roof of the car I've made my temporary home. But home is where the heart is and mine is far from here. I get out and turn my face to the sky and let a mother kiss the face of a wayward son because I've never lived a day she hasn't loved me and she's done her best to steer me straight. I paint my face and settle business.

I drive through Undoolya, my childhood home past the Hayes Station where I first learnt to ride a horse past the cattle that watch me with unease and I camp at my old lookout where as a boy my father taught me how to use a rifle and where I used to spend evenings shooting tinnies. I recognise the emu in the sky that's guided my way for so long and his drumming lulls me to sleep. I wake before dawn to a twitch on my thigh trigger finger acting out of muscle memory and I wonder if the dingos I've been dreaming of were only in my dreams. I close my eyes and think of her, thousands of miles away locked in a gunsafe somewhere, and how a rifleman without a rifle is only a man. Outback nights are cold, nigh freezing and I long for a furred warmth atop my chest making the cramped space of my swag just a little more cramped. I long for ears to stroke and tail to brush and freezing nose pressed into the softest parts of me. The memories come to me in the dead of night tiller in my grip and windows down tapping my fingers on ribs to the beat of AC/DC on the radio. A durry between my fingers, rolled before the drive its short life drawn out over the past twenty minutes. Horsehair fisted in my grip with leather reins the rise and fall of steady breaths against my thighs the slap of a stockwhip on my thigh with her gait. Lying on my back in the dirt and rocks I dream of spinifex and gum trees and a girl beside me as I lounge in the sun. Her hand is on my unmarked chest her lips at my neck my fingers coasting through her blonde hair trying to get the tangles out. I dream of her giggle when I compare the strands to barley or the shine in her hazel eyes when I make a bad joke and she laughs out of pity because no one else does. I dream of my memories of her tucked against my side as we plotted the future before I'd ever entertained the idea of asking her to marry me. Before I wake up I dream of the morning after she said no. I recall her orange shirt in the light of the morning sun as it came through the wavy glass of the hotel window and the white sheet laid over her and the peaceful look on her face as she slept and how her fingers were curled into the musty pillow and how I tried not to acknowledge that was the last time I was ever going to see her. I awake before dawn to the memory of her hand in mine of the press of lips I'd never kissed against my skin of the first and last time we made love and of my stupidity in asking her such a question. And I sit for a bit and think think of her alone, five feet deep in Tennant Creek still waiting for me to come back. I pack my things and drive. I stay through the day and climb the wall at night and find the only fresh grave. I dig a hole in front of the stone and I leave the ring I'd bought for her there.

14/12/2000-12/7/2023 Olivia Carter

[shadow0-1]

11, 28, and 24

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

How he's a fag His undying devotion 😔

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Jackie snuck up to his parents' cabin one night in the summer because he got bored. He broke into the gunsafe and ended up blowing out a window with one of the rifles and said it was hunters when they asked about it

28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

His father thought he was just being dramatic whenever he complained about the heat so he let himself get heatstroke to "prove a point"

[lonelypond]

"Tall" Handsome Stranger

NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.7K, 1/1

Nishikino Maki returns to find more people at Hanayo's ranch than she expected.

"Tall" Handsome Stranger

Sheriff Sonoda Umi had very cleverly set up her office triangulated between the hotel and the largest saloon in town. This way when visitors checked their personal firearms it wasn’t too much of a trip for Umi to lock them up in the gunsafe. Maki did not carry a pistol. A rifle snugged into its case on her saddle, for protection out on the trails or in the woods. A new wanted poster caught Maki’s attention as she strolled through Otonokizaki Falls. This one barely looked a teenager. Maki grimaced. Always sad to see innocents turn to crime for survival. Good thing she’d found Dia and Ruby before someone less kind. The frontier was an inhospitable place for orphans and Maki had saved them from that when she’d found them in the wreckage of their burning wagon and took them home with her.

Right now, though, they were safe with Hanayo and Maki needed some adult conversation after a particularly difficult surgery. She tied the sprightly Scherzi to the post, striding through the doors of the Queen Of Cups.

“Maki!” The proprietor’s voice rose over a low roar, “Welcome back. Your usual?”

Maki nodded and sidled up to the bar to be greeted with a smile by proprietress Nozomi Tojo, who quickly hit a glass with a squirt of bitters followed by brandy, almond syrup, and lemon zest. “So what’s Hanayo cooking for you and your girls? Eli always makes me something special when I’ve been working late.” Nozomi leaned in with a leer.

“It’s not like that.”

“Not your type?”

“I don’t have a type.”

“Eli…” Eli Ayase was Nozomi’s partner and the local blacksmith, “said there was a big black horse up there she’d never seen before.”

“When?”

“This morning when she was riding out to work at the South Falls ranch.”

Maki frowned. Hanayo was very very shy, rarely having visitors, never any non locals. An unfamiliar horse was a worry.

Maki chugged the drink, tossing three dimes on the bar. “Thanks. Catch you next visit.”

“So I’m your type?” Nozomi flipped her bar towel.

Maki growled; Nozomi giggled.

“Still holding out for a tall, handsome stranger?”

Maki leaned into the bar. Though mildly worried about the strange horse at Hanayo’s, she was mightly overwrought at Nozomi’s constant pestering.

“Some of us aren’t waiting for anyone at all.” Maki’s amethyst eyes were narrowed and hard as flint. “So I would much appreciate your not making me find another place to drink.”

“Whatever you say, Doc.”

Maki waved an aggrieved goodbye.

###

Hanayo couldn’t just curl up in her bed. First, a stranger with a bullet in their flank currently occupied it. And second, two children watched her every move with wide, curious eyes. And asked questions. Hanayo needed Maki to arrive soon.

“Can Nico have my soup?” Ruby asked.

After finding Nico in the barn and the struggle to get her into the house, both Nico and Hanayo had collapsed. Hanayo’s brief nap in the rocking chair had given her a boost. Once Nico hit an actual bed, she’d slipped into a deep deep sleep, not even disturbed by Dia poking her or Ruby asking questions. Hanayo hoped it was exhaustion and not the last stages of sepsis. Nico’s wound looked a deep deep red. Even deep in sleep, Nico flinched at the slightest pressure on it. Hanayo had done a quick cleaning, but had no way to deal with the bullet. She’d just layered cloth over the wound, leaving Nico lying on her back.

Hanayo hugged Ruby. The girls were so caring. “No, Ruby. Nico needs to sleep more than she needs to eat.” Hanayo wondered how many days ride Nico had had. Her horse had shown signs of hard wear. She’d have to call the blacksmith in to look at him.

“MAMA!” Dia’s excited call brought Hanayo’s attention to Maki, walking through the door, carrying her doctor’s bag, hat pushed back, eyes tired. She smiled when Dia hugged her leg.

“Hi, Dia!”

“Mama, you have to come and fix Nico.”

Dia switched from Maki’s leg to pulling with both hands on her arm.

“Nico?” She glanced to Hanayo.

“The girls found someone hiding in my barn. She’s been shot.”

Maki processed that. Girls. Wandering. Finding someone who’d been involved in a shooting. And who might have people chasing them.

“You let them…”

Hanayo raised both hands, “They always go for a walk after breakfast while I wash up. I can usually see them from the kitchen window.”

“And when you didn’t?”

“I was about to get Juniper and go look for them when Ruby came running in.”

“Where is Juniper?”

“Out with the sheep.”

Juniper was a working sheep guard dog, not her daughters’ bodyguard. Maki grunted at Hanayo.

“I am so sorry, Maki…I didn’t know anyone had…”

Maki raised a hand, pulling Ruby close when Ruby came in for her hug, “Everybody’s fine.”

“Nico’s not fine, Mama.” Ruby whispered, “She won’t wake up.”

Maki sighed. Patient first. Then figure out if there was actual danger for the girls.

“I had to leave the bullet in.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yes. Leave the bullet in, drain the wound, let the new skin grow. Lead won’t kill her; infection might.”

“Her side’s really red.”

“Did you clean it?”

“I didn’t want to be too rough.”

“Wait a minute, Dia.” Maki stopped letting Dia steer her. “Hanayo, make me coffee and bring me boiling water.”

“Okay, Maki.” Hanayo headed for the kitchen.

“Fast.” Maki could feel the headache starting. Fortunately, there hadn’t been that much punch in the brandy she’d drunk at the Queen Of Cups. Her head was clear.

Lying on her back in Hanayo’s bed was a pale, tiny woman, all sharp angles and fragile beauty. Her hair was long, lush, and sable, straying all over the pillow. Her lips twisted as she breathed, maybe muttering, maybe just nonsense syllables of pain.

“Her name is Nico?” Maki asked.

Ruby nodded.

“That’s what she told us.” Dia said.

“Did she tell you anything else?”

“We had to keep her a secret.”

“We might not be able to do that.”

“Mama, we promised.” Ruby’s eyes were wide.

“And you told us never to go back on our word.” Dia was right behind Ruby.

Maki had. But Maki hadn’t promised. And although this woman seemed older than the teenager Maki had seen on the latest Wanted poster, the resemblance was enough to give her many new concerns.

“First thing, we have to get your new friend’s wound cleaned out and disinfected.”

Ruby and Dia exchanged a look.

“Mama always knows what to do.”

“I can assist you.” Dia opened Maki’s bag.

“You can. Find some gauze. Or see if Hanayo has some plain, CLEAN, cotton cloth she doesn’t need.”

“What can I do, Mama?” Maki glanced back to the woman in Hanayo’s bed, noticing the thinness and the evident fatigue, picking up a sudden feeling of loneliness seeing her so stark, tiny against the plain sheets. “You hold her hand, Ruby. She seems like she needs to know there’s someone on her side.”

“All right, Mama.”

###

Pain. A blast of pain and heat. Nico’s hand squeezed something small and warm and there was a high pitched squeal. Nico immediately released the…hand? She opened one eye to see Ruby, both hands over her mouth, bright green eyes wide. Then the blast of pain again and Nico turned to see another redhead, a grown up redhead, linen shirt plastered to her skin, sleeves rolled up, packing Nico’s wound loosely. The stench of carbolic acid made Nico gag.

“Hey!” Nico swatted weakly at the redhead, who pushed back to give her a long look. The eyes were gemstone colored and just as hard.

Nico felt a soft touch on her hand, turning to where Ruby was propped next to her pillow. “It’s okay, Nico, Mama’s gonna fix you.”

“I’ll make sure she does it right.” Dia handed Maki a dry cloth.

Nico forced herself to sit up. “I know it’s not that bad.”

“For a bullet lodged in you, lower abdomen is one of the better places.”

“Nico knows that.”

Maki frowned, “But there is still a bullet lodged in you. And an infection started. I think I can get the bullet out, but then we’ll have to let the wound drain.”

“Can’t you just stitch me up?”

“I would be stitching the infection in.” The doctor went back to work, “Quick way to waste my time. And your life.”

Brusque manner, quick, gentle hands, angry, clenched jaw.

“You’re hurting Nico.”

Maki sighed, “This is the best way. And I’m a trained doctor, a graduate of the Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania.” Maki met Nico’s glare, her voice even, “It’s not my first bullet wound.”

“Pigii!!!” Ruby had turned away, her face in the pillow.

“Maybe this isn’t the best place for your little girl, Doc.” Nico patted Ruby’s back, “Don’t be scared, Ruby. Your Mama’s taking good care of Nico.”

“Here’s your coffee and water, Maki.” Hanayo put a large tray on the cedar chest.

“Can you take Dia and Ruby and feed them supper?” Maki asked, her tone mild.

“Of course.” C’mon girls. You need to eat. You must be starving.” Hanayo picked up Ruby, but Dia refused to leave Maki’s side.

“Go on, Dia. I’ll be there soon.” Maki smiled.

“Listen to your Mama, Dia. Nico will be fine.” Nico managed to not tremble at the surge of pain, keeping a grin for Dia.

Dia considered, then nodded, and followed Hanayo.

Nico let out a long breath, fists clenched. “Now Doc, make Nico fine.”

“It’s Maki. Or Doctor Nishikino. Do you want something to bite into?”

Nico glanced to where the girls had gone. “Yeah.”

###

Maki had her bedroll unrolled in Hanayo’s main room, ready to tuck Ruby and Dia in for the night.

“Time to get some sleep, girls.”

“I want to see Nico.” Dia pouted.

“Nico needs to sleep too.” Maki pulled quilts up around Ruby, guiding Dia under the same pile. “Don’t worry, Hanayo and I will watch over her.”

Maki had moved the rocking chair into Hanayo’s bedroom, between the bed and the window. Hanayo came in from the bathroom, changed into a nightshirt. Maki was still in her trousers and untucked shirt. She was taking this first shift.

“There’s some more coffee I left on the nightstand.”

“Thanks. Glad to have something to keep me company.”

Hanayo settled into her own bedroll.

There was a sudden sound from the bedroom, as if something had hit the floor.

“Mama?” Dia, worried.

Maki was already on her feet, anger pulsing energy to push out any sleepiness. If Nico had gotten out of bed, after Maki…

Maki stepped into the room, surprised at the sight of a ginger haired woman half sprawled between dresser and floor, not having successfully climbed in the window.

“Don’t move.” Maki reached for the rifle she’d left next to the door.

“Don’t shoot, please don’t shoot.” Both hands rose in the air, “I’m sorry. I was just going to be in and gone, after I checked on Nico. I swear. Just let me go. You never saw me.”

“You know Nico? How did you find her? Did you shoot her?”

“I saved her…or stopped Erena from shooting her again.”

“So you’re one of the A-RIse gang.”

The ginger shuffled her feet, “Not exactly. Saving Nico would get me shot if I went back. Tsubasa’s not nice.”

“Tsubasa?”

“Tsubasa Kira, the boss.”

“Who are you?”

“Rin Hoshizora. I’m actually…” Rin moved her hand.

Maki snapped the rifle up, ready to do damage.

“Just wait, please. I’m a Federal Marshall.” And Rin pulled out a badge. “Undercover.”

“So you’re here to arrest Nico?” Maki wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain that to Ruby or Dia. And she was positive Nico shouldn’t be moved.

“Nico’s harmless. Retired from being the number one bandit. Three days ago.” Nico croaked from the bed.

Rin giggled, “Smart move.”

Maki moved closer to Nico, pouring her a glass of water with the hand that wasn’t holding the rifle, “Drink more.”

“Yes, Doc.” Nico quirked an eyebrow at Rin, “She’s a tyrant. Pretty though.”

“Maki, what’s happening?” Hanayo crept into the doorway, her voice soft.

“We have another visitor. A Federal Marshal.”

“Ooohh, that’s so brave.”

“Breaking and entering is not brave.”

“I just wanted to check on Nico, then report in.”

“Nico’s better. Thanks!”

Rin nodded.

Maki was full of practical questions, “Report in where?”

“Got any food or coffee.” Rin was standing now, “It’s been a long run.”

“You didn’t ride a horse.” Hanayo’s eyes were wide.

Rin ruffled her hair, “Hard to hide a horse. Or track from the back of one.”

“I’ll make you pancakes.”

“Nico likes pancakes.”

“All right,” Hanayo smiled, “Pancakes all around.”

“Put the rifle down, Doc. Rin’s not gonna hurt anybody. She saved my life.” Nico urged.

Rin followed Hanayo out of the room as Maki slid into the chair. Exhaustion was never a good constant companion.

“Girls okay?” Nico asked.

“They’re fine.”

“Got a husband?”

“They’re orphans.”

“That’s tough.”

“Yeah.”

“Frontier life is rough enough on kids.”

Maki stared at Nico for a long minute.

“Seems pretty rough on you too.”

“Nico’s got kids running around too, well, before I joined….”

“Really?” Did bandits have families? Would it be safe?

“Siblings. Nico’s Papa died and Mama needed help so Nico took the first job offer.”

“Bandit?”

“Actually, Nico was cooking for A-Rise, but moved up pretty quick.”

Maki rolled her eyes. This wasn’t a job interview. Maki didn’t need a bandit or a cook.

Nico moved and groaned, “Nico will be back to cooking breakfast soon.”

“Sheriff Sonoda has your Wanted poster up.” Maki raised an eyebrow, “You looked like a kid.”

“Tsubasa wants to blame Nico for everything, have everyone chasing her while…”

“What?”

Nico shook her head, “It’s better you don’t know.”

“Sheriff Sonoda will probably be up here tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t come back to town with Ruby and Dia. She pays attention.”

Nico exhaled, “It’s good that you have someone looking out for you. The frontier’s no place for a single parent.”

“I can take care of us.” Maki leaned back, letting the chair rock. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Nico.

“Friends don’t hurt.”

“Do you have friends?”

Nico thought about Rin coming through the window, concern on her face, “Might now. But Nico’s always had family. We take care of each other. Nobody hurts them on my watch.”

Nico sounded so fierce.

“I want that for Ruby and Dia.”

Rin bustled back into the room, a plate in each hand. She gave one to Nico, then settled on the end of the bed, finishing hers, “These are the best pancakes, Nico-chan.”

Nico took a bite, “Pretty good, but Nico makes ‘em fluffy.”

“But your buckwheat’s grainer.”

“It’s healthy.”

“Rin likes these.” Rin shoved a huge forkful in her cheek.

“Guess I’ll have to get my own plate,” Maki had her arms ready to push up.

“Nah, Kayo-chin is bringing yours in a minute. She said you’d want bacon.”

“Kayo-chin?” Nico asked.

“Cute nickname for a cute girl. Japanese is fun. English is...” Rin shrugged.

“Next you’ll be calling the Doc here Sensei.”

“Hi Sensei.” Rin waved a fork.

“Just Maki.”

“Okay, Maki. Your friend Kayo-chin is cute. This is a pretty big ranch. She have a…partner?”

“No.”

Rin relaxed, Nico nodded and took another forkful. Maki yawned. Why do people continually obsess over those kind of details?

###

Dawn. Maki woke up. She’d fallen asleep in the rocking chair at some point in Rin and Nico’s continuing pancake dissertation. The ginger marshal had fallen asleep at the end of the bed, curled into a ball like a pet cat. Nico was sprawled out, limbs everywhere, almost laughably silly looking. But more relaxed. Sleep had done Nico some good. She had more color. Maki found herself staring at the sharpness of Nico’s profile, remembering the humor in eyes that hid more painful emotions.

Maki tilted back in the chair, running a hand through unruly curls, watching the sky outside lighten, listening to Nico’s light snore, hearing Ruby make a little cry in her sleep, followed by Dia’s comforting whisper. Maki wasn’t home, but as she stretched out her legs and watched banks of clouds turn as red as the depths of Nico’s eyes, comfortable was an easy enough term to claim.

[hasufin]

TSC

Tractor Supply Company is such an odd store.

If you’ve not lived anywhere rural, you’ve likely never experienced one. To me it’s so strange because while it was always a thing I knew of while growing up, my father hardly ever went to one. Every once in a while I have reason to go to one - and it has to be a good reason, simply because it’s a trek unto itself - the closest one to me is, oh, half an hour away. But every time I go in, I’m left asking why I don’t go more often, because it has so many things I could use.

Now, as the name implies, they do in fact actually have supplies for tractors - replacement parts, add-ons, that kind of thing. I think they actually sell tractors but I’ve never had to worry about that.

They have all sorts of equipment for lawn and yardwork, mostly oriented toward the more rural market: post hole diggers, chainsaws, shovels, all that.

They have a large section for animal husbandry, running the gamut from dog stuff to... livestock.

They have some power tools - but not a full selection. Not an odd mix, exactly: they have the kind of tools a farmer would keep in his truck. Screwguns, hammers,prybars, and so on.

They have generators and heaters, gunsafes and every manner of hunting supplies. They have a full selection of work clothes: Carhartt for those who can afford it, and cheaper brands for those who can’t.

It’s really a very specific niche, a store specifically for farmers. It so happens to overlap with many other needs, and I’m sure they’re aware of that, but it’s also sufficiently foreign territory that I almost feel the need to get my passport stamped.

[iamcassian]

my parents thanking me for doing something i have expressed that i do NOT want to do under any circumstances thinking i did it because i wanted to, but in reality i did it because i'd get my shit locked in the gunsafe for a couple weeks if i didn't listen:

[maplefudge]

Browning Gun Safes: A Comprehensive Guide

Gun safes are a part of our everyday lives, and for good reason. They provide a safe place for our firearms, making them inaccessible to unauthorized individuals. Gun safes come in all shapes and sizes, and they can be found in homes, businesses, and even the bedroom. In this blog post, we will provide a comprehensive guide to browning gun safes. From features to specs to comparisons, we will help you choose the right safe for your needs. We hope this guide will help make your life safer and more secure.

What is a Browning Gun Safe?

Browning Gun Safe is a type of gun safe that is designed to protect firearms from unauthorized access. They come in a variety of styles and sizes and can be installed in either a wall or an interior floor space. Browning Gun Safes are made out of strong steel construction and have a front-mounted door that secures with a key or fingerprint scanner. They come with built-in insurance policies that cover theft and fire damage, as well as additional features like child safety locks and electronic security systems.

The Different Types of Gun Safes

Gun safes come in many different shapes, sizes, and colors. Many gun owners choose to protect their firearms with a safe because they understand the importance of firearm safety. 

The different types of gun safes can accommodate all types of firearms, from pistols to rifles.

Steel-reinforced concrete vault: The most popular type of gun safe is the steel-reinforced concrete vault style. These safes are very sturdy and can accommodate larger guns, such as shotguns and rifles. They are also relatively affordable and typically require less space than other types of safes.

Electronic security safe: Another type of popular gun safe is the electronic security safe. These safes use a combination of keypad entry and electronic sensors to secure your firearm. This type of safe is convenient because it does not require any keys or codes to be entered; however, it may be more difficult for thieves to access if your safe is bolted down or located inside a locked cabinet.

Biometric gun safes: Last but not least, there are biometric gun safes. These safes use technology that allows you to unlock the safe with your fingerprint or facial recognition software. This type of safe is especially beneficial for people who are uncomfortable having traditional passwords stored on their devices.

Benefits of Owning a Browning Gun Safe

Browning gun safes are some of the most secure storage options for firearms. 

They come with a number of benefits, including the following:

A Browning gun safe is difficult to break into. The safe's thick metal walls and electronic security system make it incredibly difficult for thieves to get inside.

A Browning gun safe is highly resistant to fire. Even if a thief were able to break into your safe, they would likely be unable to get your firearms out without being burned themselves.

A Browning gun safe is durable and can last years without needing any repairs or upgrades.

A Browning gun safe is a great way to safely store your firearms in an inaccessible location. You can keep your firearms locked up away from children and other unauthorized individuals, ensuring that they are not accessible to anyone who may want to misuse them.

How to Choose the Right Browning Gunsafe for Your Needs

Choosing the right gun safe for your needs can be a challenge. There are so many to choose from, and it can be hard to know what you need. 

We will cover some of the key factors to consider when choosing a safe.

First, you need to decide what type of safe you want. There are three main types: mechanical, electronic, and biometric.

Mechanical safes are the oldest type, and they use regular keys to open them. They're generally cheaper than other types of safes, but they're not as secure. Electronic safes use codes or passwords to open them, which is more secure but also more expensive. Biometric safes use fingerprints or other ID scans to open them. They're generally more expensive than electronic or mechanical safes, but they're also more secure because there's no way for someone unauthorized to access the safe without getting past the security measures.

Next, you need to decide what size safe you need. Safes come in different sizes depending on how much storage space they have. The smallest safes fit on a chest of drawers while the largest ones can hold guns and valuables together in one large container.

Finally, you need to decide what type of protection you need your safe to provide. Some people just want safety from theft while others want full security against burglary or fire. Here are some factors that will help you decide: how often you access your safe, what type of locks your safe has, whether you have children or pets in the home, and how much money you want to spend.

After you've considered these factors, it's time to find a safe that suits your needs. There are hundreds of options available on the market, so it's important to do your research before making a purchase.

Conclusion

In this comprehensive guide, we will be taking a look at the different types of Browning gun safes, their features, and benefits, as well as how you can pick the best one for your specific needs. We will also discuss some of the best ways to protect your guns and prevent theft. So whether you are looking for a safe that is perfect for storing your firearms or just want to learn more about what is available on the market, read on!

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WIFI GUN SAFE LOCKS

Wi-Fi enabled safes allow manage of the lock with a mobile telephone or computer. Using a device, in maximum instances a smartphone, to open a safe via Wi-Fi could be very gradual and fails the quick access test.

Ease of get right of entry to depends at the particular application and the tool. Users will should access the app to open the safe. Try this winchester pony safe  for better safety. Depending at the kind of app and kind of phone, this will be extra or much less complex.

Wi-Fi fails all the time. Ask every person trying to circulate a movie, or video convention with others. There are manner too many variables failure points to rely upon this era in a real disaster state of affairs.

RFID GUN SAFE LOCKS Allows you to open a safe by waving a tag in from of it. Similar to many modern resort door locks. The tag has a small chip with a completely unique code in it this is examine by means of a transmitter within the lock.

Provided you have got the tag, get admission to may be relatively quick and easy.

Most locks come with four-6 distinctive tags. These tags permit any holder to open your secure. This manner that you have to organize and relaxed your RFID tags and make sure you have one with you always. This adds a variety of complexity in your average home safety plan

RFID tags fail. If you tour loads, you recognize what it is like to test into a hotel overdue at night when you are worn-out, get all the way to your room, most effective to find out the important thing does no longer paintings. Now you have to pass again to the lobby with all your baggage and get it resolved. For a quick get entry to gun secure in ruin-in state of affairs, this isn't always a good solution.

RFID introduce different challenges. To catch up on RFID inconsistencies and lost tags, they all have push button backup locking. People with these locks will to begin with use a tag to open their safe. Over time they open it less and eventually the tag finally ends up inside the pinnacle drawer of a dresser, or on a key chain placing from a hook close to your garage. In the event of a crisis, and not using a tag, you should now quick open the lock using the keypad. It this scenario, it’s been a long term on the grounds that this has been achieved and the code can be forgotten, and it will really take extra time to key it in. If it's miles darkish you can need a light to look the keypad. All of this is placing you at an awful lot superb threat.

The Bottom line

All these new technology are being introduced by way of secure producers to spice up in any other case uninteresting merchandise. There has not been any actual modern trade inside the gun safe industry in almost a hundred years. Simply adopting these technologies into vintage safes to make it seem better demonstrates a lack of know-how of the primary fundamentals of home defense. As it relates to rapid get admission to and home protection, the brand new technologies integrated paintings towards the middle feature of the product.

A speedy get right of entry to gun safe with a easy push butting lock is constantly the fastest and safest way to relaxed and access your firearms.

We suggest programming a 4-6 button code. Then exercise each day for at the least 35 days. After that, practice as soon as every week.

You ought to have a quick get admission to secure close to or below your bed. Every night earlier than you doze off. Reach down (inside the darkish) and enter the code, open the secure, then close it. Doing this each night time builds muscle reminiscence and makes it almost an automated component. In the occasion of a break-in, whilst things seem out of manipulate, you will evenly and fast input the code, arm your self and be in a role to great cope with the chance.