A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down.
Silly little owl gets into everything.but he is so cute it is hard to scold him.

Silly little owl gets into everything.

but he is so cute it is hard to scold him.

sshibe:

an important video was just submitted to me

gunrunnerhell:

Nagant M1895

A unique surplus revolver that has a cylinder that moves forward towards the barrel. Using the proprietary 7.62x38mmR cartridge, the Nagant can essentially be silenced due to the gas seal design.

Although it could be seen as an advantage, this revolver is horrible in the field and any sort of actual combat since each spent casing had to be ejected one at a time by rotating the cylinder and pushing the ejector rod. Video below shows how this is done. Took him about 38 seconds to eject the spent casings and load in a fresh set of 7 rounds.

Video

alittlewhos-this:

"Lord Robinson," his valet asked, eyes widening, "are you trying to seduce me?"

alittlewhos-this:

"Lord Robinson," his valet asked, eyes widening, "are you trying to seduce me?"

*casually sends late valentine asks to everyone*

snidespy:

asktaylorbenedikt:

(Postwar!Taylor loses a leg right before his tour ends and cant get it replaced via respawn,so after the war he goes gets a new leg! Granted not the most practical BUT STILL- NEW LEG!)

[[ YOU STOLE HIS LEG! ]]

( WE CAN REBUILD HIM )

snidespy:

asktaylorbenedikt:

(Postwar!Taylor loses a leg right before his tour ends and cant get it replaced via respawn,so after the war he goes gets a new leg! Granted not the most practical BUT STILL- NEW LEG!)

[[ YOU STOLE HIS LEG! ]]

( WE CAN REBUILD HIM )

(Postwar!Taylor loses a leg right before his tour ends and cant get it replaced via respawn,so after the war he goes gets a new leg! Granted not the most practical BUT STILL- NEW LEG!)

(Postwar!Taylor loses a leg right before his tour ends and cant get it replaced via respawn,so after the war he goes gets a new leg! Granted not the most practical BUT STILL- NEW LEG!)

Don't mind the door of your office left ajar and the spy lounging back in your chair, Taylor. Winsor is just cooing at the little owl trying to rest on his perch. Poor Theodore is agitated that he's not being allowed to sleep due to the spy's endless attention.

Stepping through the door to his office with clipboard in hand, he hardly noticed that the door was ajar. Let alone that there was someone sitting in his chair, and playing with his owl.  Taylor  was more focused on the memo he received this morning.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he pulled himself away momentarily from looking at his orders and nearly spat out his drink when he saw the maroon suited spy sitting there cooing over his tiny, tired looking owl. And that’s when he sat everything down on his desk, and almost like a knee jerked reaction, he scooped up Theodore away from his teammate. Petting the poor tired dear gently as he went to place the bird away in its cage at the  corner of the room.

Unhooking the little metal door and placing his pet on its perch, he muttered back to the man lounging his chair. “Winsor…”

His back was turned as he finished his small task. Surprisingly he didn’t sound as angry as you’d expect. Maybe it was just a good day. However, turning himself about to look the spy in the face, he had this displeased air about him.

“For what do I owe this pleasure? ” Ah, there it was- that twinge of irritation in his voice.