#pistolism

[mafiaheiress]

@pistolism: ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜

           𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, so they were celebrating with a group of companions at a restaurant that provided live music. a few bottles of wine shared amongst the table, nothing outrageous. isabella enjoyed a glass of pinot grigio with dinner, which offered a sufficient buzz for a light weight, such as herself.

            upon heading over to the ladies room to powder her nose, she’s intercepted by a tall gentleman. despite feeling startled in the moment, the female obliges to commands. swiftly latching onto muscular arm, as expression remains relaxed to avoid causing a scene. ‘you work for my father.’ spoken softly while leaning into him. the sole reason behind putting 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 in stranger. ‘are we in danger?’ briefly glancing back at friends, concern washing over her.

[fakedsciences-a]

@pistolism // pierce

"We'll need you to sign some papers. It's all very standard procedure — protecting ourselves, protecting you."

It's hard to imagine criminals against humanity appropriately lawyering up, but there are people, in this world, willing to work for people like him.

"Nothing like I'm sure you had to sign for the state."

[notladylikes]

addison is at a loss for words, being escorted out of the building with a pair of handcuffs confining her wrists. tears stream down her cheeks and she’s shielding her eyes from the constant flash of photobulbs as photographers take her picture. this is a nightmare reincarnated. 

she’s been down on heor luck lately, but she wasn’t expecting something of this caliber to kick her in the teeth when she was down and out. sitting in a small room, she awaits anyone to come and explain to her what was going on, because she was at a loss for words and her head was still spinning from everything that was thrown at her previously.

a man walks in, slender with light colored hair and a small smile. she doesn’t look up immediately, but he comes and sits in front of her, reaches out to put a hand on her own. this causes her to glance up and finally see him face to face.

“i’m malcolm, your public defender. i’m here to help you.”

who knew that this man would change the course of her entire life in a matter of months. the trials went on for what felt like ages, but he was always at her side no matter what. and the final day when things seemed to be taking a turn for the worse, he held her hand as they called out the verdict.

not guilty.

she threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder. he had become the most important person to her, when everyone else seemingly abandoned her. @pistolism was without a doubt her best friend, whether he liked it or not. and she was going to do whatever she could to help him get his life on track - if she was given the chance to repay the favor. 

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@pistolism liked for bilbo baggins to thorin oakenshield.

               ❝   i   know   that   you   think   i’m   incapable.      and   i   UNDERSTAND,   i’m   not   exactly   a   warrior   like   you   lot.      i’m   a   hobbit,   used   to   sitting   in   my   home,   tending   to   my   garden   and   having   my   tea…      doesn’t   make   much   sense   for   me   to   be   out   here,   does   it?   ❞      those   assumptions   aside,   bilbo   was   MORE   than   meets   the   eye.      he   BELIEVES   in   this   quest,   he   knows   he   would   be   lost   without   his   home   in   bag   end.      to   think   these   dwarves   had   been   without   their   home   for   so   many   years?      why   it   shattered   his   heart.      ❝   i   may   seem   like   just   a   nuisance,   but   i   PROMISE…      even   if   it   means   my   death   i   will   fight   for   your   right   to   reclaim   your   homeland.      whatever   it   takes,   whatever   i   must   do,   i   WILL.   ❞

[vihilum]

KATE BISHOP & JASON TODD. ( feat. @pistolism​ }

first meeting: pallid eyes by emily jane white.  getting to know each other: whiplash by metallica. (this song totally fucks.) escorting them back home: coffee by beabadoobee.  longing: hello kitty by jazmin bean. going to a party together: daytona sand by orville peck. defending them in a fight: loading zones by kurt vile. confessing their feelings: outside sublime by westerman. (i’ll always be your champion.) sharing a romantic moment: gun-shy by grizzly bear. a tragic turning point: play this when i’m gone by mgk. (i’m gonna kms) heated argument: the chauffeur by warpaint.  goodbyes: cardigan by taylor swift. (WOW!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!) change of minds: crystalica by lueur verte. the final battle: our house by crosby, stills, nash, & young. reunion: don’t want you to love me by talker. (i went to college w talker, i ❤️ them) happy ending: loose ends by diiv. 

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[gask1ll]

"keep it. it looks better on you." / @pistolism

Normally she would have asked before taking someone else's clothing, but her shawl and blouse had gotten SOAKED when she was caught in the rain. It just happened to be that Arthur's belongings were were close by, AND THEY WERE CLOTHES THAT SHE FELT COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO TAKE. So she slips on one of his shirts, the red one that she was fond of him in, tucking the extra length, and puts on a jacket that he had left lying on his bed.

And didn't her cheeks just FLUSH pink when Arthur came back from whatever mission the camp elders had sent him on and she was still wearing his shirt. When questioned, there was a swift apology; a bumbling Mary-Beth avoiding his eyes. But then he throws the compliment her way. THE PINK OF HER CHEEKS COULD NOT HELP BUT TO GROW DEEPER.

“ I think I'll just keep it until my clothes are dry, ” she says, a soft smile growing as she speaks, “ 'Cause I enjoy the sight of you in this shirt a bit more. ”

[withbeastsarc]

@pistolism​​ liked x. 

          these games remind her of a different time.  something a little shinier,  a little more colorful,  words and advertisements a little bit more in your face and bubbly.  just like back then,  she was still garbage at them.  

         she hits the machine so hard the there is a small dent left there;  the curse that follows is just as biting.  a moment to regain her cool composure.  “  well.  better luck next time.  “  as though she hadn’t had a full meltdown at losing. 

[yourfavoritehouseplant]

"Culinary students will literally have a spaghetti due at 8" "Art students will literally turn in some shapes at the end of the week" Well I have 40 insects due next month. If you even care.

[lil-shiro]

Choose your shooting game character: Olympics 2024 edition

Choe Daehan, South Korea (bringing Jojo vibes) Kim Yeji, South Korea (figuratively and literally mother) — silver medalist Yusuf Dikec, Türkiye (ex-military with strong uncle vibes who refuses to use modern gear) — silver medalist

[foone]

Given how wizards are themed around higher education, with their universities and ivory towers, I wanna see more fiction that goes into their published papers.

Like, there should be massive drama in the Wizarding world about how Fantasy Wikipedia says "There's no consensus about the origins of skydoves" when in fact, there very much is, everyone knows they were created in the first or second dragon wars, and that's uncontroversial. One single wizard at the University of Towers who thinks they're an offshoot of mermaids DOES NOT MEAN IT'S AN OPEN ISSUE.

Papers that are rebuttals to other magical discoveries. Like, look, that spell just won't work, and you can't call it a "theoretical exercise" just to cover up the fact that you've not been able to cast it. You can't combine Ichthyomancy with completely unrelated elemental summonings, that's just not how magic works, in all due respect.

Thesis defense would be significantly scarier when all your reviewers can cast Everburning Fireball on your ass.

Learning Theoretical Evocation from a hungover lizardman TA at 8am, because the professor for this course has been off on the Elemental Plane of Circles for half the semester trying to finish her paper on how Centaurs predate horses rather than the other way around.

Speaking of which, the life of a wizard graduate student... You keep getting called to go on "quests" which are just overgrown research expeditions to help out some professor's project. You spent nearly a month in that damp castle capturing all the spinfrogs you could find, all to help your professor's project on the possibilities of concentrated soul essences. To this day, you still get dizzy whenever you see battlements, let alone a donjon.

[librinaut]

I am SO disappointed in the internet for completely ignoring Oh Ye-jin, the gold medalist of the 10m air pistol competition. Kim Yeji (the assassin looking lady who made second place) is amazing as well and she said Oh Ye-jin is "like a little sister to her". But I'd love for Oh Ye-jin to get some more attention for what she accomplished! She set the olympic record of 243.2. She is also only 19 years old! Her pink pistol is iconic and I adore her.

[metsaahenki]

idk it was funny in my head

[notladylikes]

'let’s take a hike!’ he said. ‘it’ll help clear your mind,’ he said. and well, that part was true. her sour demeanor had lightened some in the absence of other human beings, noise constantly cluttering her brain and causing a riot in the depths of her mind. her thoughts have been harried by one too many misguided acts lately. flashes of things she can’t recall. her heart skips a beat just at the notion.

they’re standing in the middle of the forest when the fog starts to roll in, coming down from the mountains and blanketing the ground in a thick and heavy layer. karolina points over to an abandoned cabin, there’s no way they’re gonna make it out of the forest in this kind of natural hazard. wyatt rams the locked door with his shoulder, and she smirks. 

“promise i won’t tell anyone ‘bout the breaking and entering.” 

@pistolism rolls his eyes and gestures for her to walk inside. they’re barely in there for a few minutes before sounds start coming from the outside. the windows are of no use - just brief shadows in the fog before the sound of a banging on the door follows. but...it’s not a human. she peers out the tiny window on the door and a gasp leaves her lips. it’s something...else. 

“uh, wyatt? we got ourselves a visitor, an’ i don’t...dude you really just gotta come look for yourself.” 

[embodies]

' longing and regret. my favourite. '   ↪ @pistolism : elijah & faith.

❛ no fries on the side, jus' on the rocks like that ? damn. ❜ longing and regret and escapism, oh my. she is not privy to these home truths, nor does she wish to be. analysis isn't her strong point, much preferring to drown away her sorrows in a classic cocktail of booze and bad guys. leave it to the audience to discuss whether that means villains or assholes in leather jackets. sometimes they meet in the middle. ❛ the only longing i've got is for a hot 'n' sweaty run by moonlight. get the blood flowin' places. ❜ crudeness is relied on as a buffer, her vulgarity often enough to detract from any conversations steeped in sincerity. she just doesn't have the taste for them, her comfort zone quite unorthodox to the majority.

❛ sorry to say, bud. you've got me all wrong. ❜

[giotanner]

[part 2] Jason Todd in the Olympics? Air Pistol shooting | We have the man who never misses after all (support the entire video on my tiktok!)

[mafiaheiress]

STARTER for @pistolism .

HE'D BEEN BURIED NECK DEEP in work for most of the day. locked away in office while isabella impatiently waited for her man to come out.. at least for dinner, but that didn't happen. the female understood the severity ( to some extent ) of the current case he'd been distracted with — yet still, would rather be wrapped up in those strong arms instead.

exposing those smooth, tanned legs ( that he goes absolutely feral over ) through short, silky black nightie, when sneaking into his office. putting herself between pierce & work desk. 'you have been extremely NEGLECTFUL of your wife today, mr. mckenna.' she muses while straddling his lap, hands cradling masculine jaw between her palms, tilting handsome face upward so that he meets her gaze. isabella marie knew how to get what she wanted, & right now — that happened to be him. hand reaches back to close laptop shut, a devilish gaze lurking behind whiskey colored hues. 'you skipped out on dinner.' she says while biting down into plump lower lip. 'you must be STARVING..' a tease to her very core, while not only wanting every bit of husband's attention, but demanding it.