cars id be into

Bucky was so in awe of the flying car at the Stark Expo like, the boy was such a science nerd, i bet when he met Howard during the war he probably turned into an excited schoolboy asking questions at a mile a minute whilst Steve just sorta gives Howard an apologetic smile but does nothing to stop Bucky’s curiosity

‘partners in crime’ sentence starters

Send one to see how my muse reacts. 

Trigger Warnings: violence, death, criminal activity

  • “I can’t believe we stole a car.”
  • “My ID guy can get us in.”
  • “Remember – trust no one.”
  • “You owe everything you’ve got to me. Never forget that.”
  • “You and me, we’re partners, right?”
  • “Did you get the money?”
  • “Cops are coming to pick me up for questioning. My bet is, you’re next.”
  • “We better lay low for awhile.”
  • “Just act natural.”
  • “The cops will probably talk to us. Play it cool, and we’ll be fine.”
  • “I think we’ll be okay. They can’t prove anything.”
  • “No matter what they threaten to do to me, don’t tell them anything.”
  • “Let me take the fall. You’ve worked too hard to go to jail now.”
  • “I’d NEVER rat you out! The cops were just trying to get under your skin.”
  • “What do you think? You trust them?”
  • “I remember when you still had rules. When you still had limits.”
  • “This isn’t just about money.”
  • “I won’t survive jail!”
  • “One day we’ll be rich, and we won’t have to do this anymore.”
  • “It will be so nice to be in a country where we can’t get thrown in jail at any moment.”
  • “I think every person in America would like to see us dead.”
  • “No. No! We are NOT going to jail now! We’ve worked too hard!”
  • “Shut up and keep digging.”
  • “We need money, stat. You got a gun?”
  • “God, could you get them to stop screaming?”
  • “Shoot me. It’ll make them trust you.”
  • “Okay, last resort – we kill him and dump the body, then get the fuck out of Dodge.”
  • “We can’t hide forever. Our faces are on every news network in America.”
  • “We split the profits, 50/50. What do you say?”
  • “Where have you been?! I was worried the cops got to you!”
  • “You clean up the blood, I’ll start burning the body.”
  • “There’s no escaping this, you know. We’re in too deep.”
  • “Tell them the whole thing was my idea.”
  • “Make no mistake – we’re partners, but I’m in charge. Not you.”
  • “What we need are entirely new identities.”
  • “I don’t become involved with my partners. It over-complicates things.”
  • “Don’t you think we’re a bit old for this Bonnie and Clyde business?”
  • “I don’t trust any of them. Just you.”
  • “God, what’s happened to us?”
  • “Retirement? Yeah, we’re probably not gonna live long enough for that to be an issue.”
  • “Keep your head down. Last thing we need is to get recognized.”
  • “I’ll cover for you.”
  • “Run. I’ll catch up.”
  • “Jesus Christ, we’re like a bad murder ballad.”
  • “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you. You and I are partners – until the end.”

A,B,C or all of Above

50 Helpful Little Things to Know for Med School
  1. Never hang your stethoscope from your rear view mirror
  2. Also don’t hang your white coat in front of the car window
  3. ID badge is life, ID badge is love
  4. Keep a sweater with you somewhere, all the time
  5. Save the sleeves, watch out for “pens all over the place” syndrome
  6. Once the first person caves for the fancy pens, everyone else falls like dominoes
  7. Ascetically pleasing powerpoints are hard to come by 
  8. There will be one rare disease your school harps on like everyone has it
  9. Most instructors care about you and your success
  10. And those who don’t are miserable already, don’t waste your time being upset about it
  11. Be nice to all faculty and staff even if they have no effect on your grades
  12. A 3-hole punch is a coveted prize for the binder dependent  
  13. Movement is necessary, do it every once in a while  
  14. Glove size matters
  15. Shoe covers have zero traction
  16. Real life things will just start smelling like anatomy lab 
  17. Anatomy lab will always make you hungry no matter how much you eat
  18. Don’t be ashamed, if you think the anatomy lab smells to high hell, wear the mask
  19. No, you cannot use an animal otoscope on a person
  20. Yes, you can use a regular stethoscope on a little animal (be gentle!)
  21. It’s always better to touch too softly at first than to kill your partner
  22. Practice your poker face 
  23. Being graded on empathy makes you less empathetic 
  24. Most med students don’t have a ton of physical ailments, so practice on many classmates to get a feel for what is “normal” 
  25. If something feels odd on your partner, ask your teacher for help before you scare the crap out of them
  26. There will be one disease/bug/drug that you will never be able to remember no matter how many times you look at it
  27. Many gunners will not realize they are gunners, don’t bother pointing it out
  28. If you get any legit equipment, it should be your stethoscope 
  29. A reflex hammer is still a hammer 
  30. Food is alternative currency
  31. Coffee runs are bonding time, even if you don’t drink coffee 
  32. Be courteous and remember to remove a used K-cup 
  33. You will not know when burnout will happen, but when it does, it’s too late
  34. It’s always better to be too covered up in professional wear
  35. There is no shame in walking around in your socks
  36. While it feels like high school, remember everyone is an adult
  37. Nice can be a relative term when it comes to medical students
  38. But some people will be completely fantastic 
  39. If someone is doing something nice and they aren’t your fav, don’t be a dick
  40. For every horrible group you will work with there will be an amazing one
  41. It will take time, but you will find those who you mesh with 
  42. It’s okay to decide someone is not a person you want to be close with
  43. Every term is impossibly hard to get yourself back into a solid study routine
  44. You will change study techniques 100 times even after you find one that works 
  45. The difference is that you can adjust faster each time
  46. Break downs are the rule rather than the exception 
  47. Success happens more often than you would think 
  48. Even if it seems impossible, the grades, the specialty, the residency put in 110%, your best is never something to be ashamed of 
  49. Do not do this if you aren’t 110% sure
  50. Love every minute of it, you’ll only do it once
Auston Matthews - Part 27

Here we go again… 

My phone rings as I climb back into my car after getting groceries. Looking at the caller ID, Alex’s name flashes across the screen and I answer.

               “Hey girl,” I say, putting her on speaker phone as I start my car up.

               “Hey! How’s it going?” Alex says, overly cheerful like usual when she calls me nowadays since I let slip that Auston and I actually went on our first date over three weeks ago. Ever since then she has been all over me.

               “Everything is great!” I say, my mind wandering to last night and my cheeks flush.

               “Going to the game tonight?” Alex asks.

               “Unfortunately, no. Riley, my lab partner is coming over because we are way behind… or so he says,” I grumble into the phone, pulling out into traffic.

               “Riley is a boy?”

               “Yeah?” I make a face. “Why?”

               “Where are you working?” Alex asks, ignoring my own question.

               “My house, why?” I ask again.

               “Is Auston okay with that?”

               “Um I didn’t ask him permission because he’s not my mother?” I snap into the receiver. “What is with you? I’m twenty-one years old, I think I can decide things on my own without asking my nineteen year old boyfriend.”

               “Whoa calm down, I didn’t mean to upset you… Auston is just well… he can be a jealous person,” Alex says quickly, clearly not wanting my temper directed her way, even if she is hundreds of miles away.

               “There is not a single thing to be jealous about. I’ve gone to every home game since I moved to Toronto, I think he will be okay if I miss one due to school,” I sigh into the phone, rolling my eyes.

               “I know, I’m just telling you. I doubt that if Auston knew that your partner was a boy…” she starts and as if she can feel my temper rising through the phone she quickly changes the subject to the boy that Breyana is currently pinning after.

               My mind stays on the previous conversation though. Would Auston be mad? I don’t think so, he doesn’t have a single thing to be jealous about…

               “Y/N?”

               Alex’s voice breaks me out of my trance and I wonder if the light I just passed under was green or not.

               “What?” I ask.

               “I asked you if you’ve gotten anymore charms for your bracelet yet,” Alex laughs through the phone.

               “Oh,” my eyes flash to my wrist and back to the road. “No, I haven’t. Didn’t really think about it actually. You know me, I would need to get two so that it’s balanced,” I say.

               “True, forgot you’re my little OCD baby,” Alex teases through the phone and I scowl at the road.

               “Well I’m almost home so…” I trail and I can practically feel her roll her eyes at me through the phone.

               “Fine, I’ll talk to you later,” Alex says and we hang up after saying goodbye right as I pull into my driveway.

               I spend my morning color coding my notes and organizing everything that Riley and I will need for this evening. Glancing at the clock which is showing 3:45, I guess that my mom is done with work for the day and call her. Just like I do every day.

               “Hi, mama,” I say when she answers.

               “Hi, baby,” my mom says back to me, I can hear my dad in the background babbling away.

               “Is dad on the phone?” I ask.

               “Yes, we are in the car on the way to Detroit for their game. It’s not as fun without you,” she admits and I feel my heart break a little.

               “I wish I was there with you,” I say softly into the phone, wanting my mom to hug me and pet my hair while my dad makes his famous hot chocolate with a shot of Irish Cream in it. The only time I’ve gotten homesick the last four weeks is when Auston goes on the road, meaning pretty much all my friends are on the road as well.

               “I think your dad is coming to Toronto next week for a game, he’s excited to see you,” she says and my heart lifts up inside me.

               “Really?” I squeal and my dogs come bounding into the room, most likely thinking I stepped on one of their toys.

               “And I’ll see you in thirteen days for your cousins wedding,” she adds and I smile.

               “I know! I can’t wait mama!”

               “Your father is giving me a dirty look, I think he wants me to stop talking over him on his phone call,” she muses and I roll my eyes.

               “Alright, I’ll talk to you later, love you,” I say.

               “Love you too, baby,” she whispers and hangs up the phone. I place my phone on the counter, my mood sufficiently improved just from a minute conversation with my mom.

               I open a snapchat from Auston that I had gotten earlier, the others have calmed down a bit on their obsession with embarrassing Auston and now I only get a few snaps from them during the day. This one is a picture of his food and the caption, ‘im worked up about the game. Relieve my stress?’ I roll my eyes and take a picture of my legs from my position leaning against the counter, sending him back a ‘not in the way you’re insinuating.’

               Right away he snaps me back, this time of his face, a pout firmly in place. I take another picture of my legs this time captioning it, ‘if that’s what you wanted in a girlfriend then you chose the wrong one. I relieve stress in other ways.’

               Again, he responds right away, a mirror picture of his perfect suit. ‘then im on my way.’ I giggle and walk to the mirror in my downstairs bathroom and send him a picture back. ‘Nope, doors are locked.’

               This time results in a phone call full of pouting, teasing and promises that I make him to get him to stop pouting.

               “Go to your game, Auston,” I finally say, exasperated as usual when I talk to him on the phone.

               “Fine. Hopefully I score on the ice because it sounds like I’m not when I go to bed tonight,” he muses and I giggle.

               “Shut up, you don’t technically score any other night actually,” I remind him and I can hear him huff at me through the phone.

               “Not for lack of trying, babe. Not for lack of trying,” he pouts again and I know he’s shaking his head in exaggeration.

               “Oh whatever,” I roll my eyes. “Good luck, I’ll be watching from my couch all night,” I say.

               “I’ll take what I can get. Can I come over after?” He asks.

               “Is that even a question?” I ask. “You leave tomorrow for four days, gotta take advantage of your body while I can,” I tease and bite my lip waiting for his response.

               “Who taught you to talk like that?” Auston snaps after a moment and I giggle. “You can’t do that to a man before a big game, Y/N.” He scolds and I laugh harder.

               “Bye, Auston,” I whisper and he sighs.

               “Bye, babe. I’ll see you later,” he promises and we hang up.

               I turn around to see both of my dogs staring at me.

               “What? You’re girls, you know how it is,” I defend myself against their judgmental stares. “If I play ball will you stop staring at me?” I ask and their heads tilt at the mention of a ball.

               I spend the rest of the day until Riley gets here tiring my dogs out as best I can so they aren’t pestering me all night again. I hear a car door slam in front of the house and rush my hounds inside, telling them to behave as I go to open the front door.

               “Hey,” I say, taking a step back so Riley can cross the threshold. All 6’2’’ of his slim frame making its way into my living room. I notice his hat is covering his blonde hair along with his ears and I smile at the thought of Auston and his stupid hat.

               “Hey, nice place. Much better than a crammed apartment,” Riley grins at me and I laugh.

               “I can only imagine, you can put your things on the coffee table,” I gesture and he follows behind me. “Want anything to drink?” I ask, stepping into the kitchen as he pauses to put his things down.

               “Water would be nice, thank you,” he responds, taking a seat on the couch and organizing his things among mine on the table. As I come back into the living room with his water and a pop for myself I have to laugh.

               “You color code your notes too?” I ask, handing him his water. His fingers brush mine as he takes the glass.

               “Of course, I don’t get how people can learn when things aren’t organized,” he says grinning at me and I laugh again.

               “I thought I was the only one,” I squat down onto the floor and flip open my binder. “I thought we would start on Ganymede and Callisto and then work our way down to the smaller moons of Jupiter,” I say glancing at him. His blue eyes are on me and he quickly clears his throat and nods.

               “Yeah, great idea,” he says and I hear almost a little annoyance in this tone.

               “Okay, did you want to take Callisto so we can go a bit faster?” I ask, deciding to ignore my previous thought.

               “In a hurry for something?” Riley asks, definitely annoyed this time. I flush and shake my head.

               “No, it’s just you’re here to work on our project… I just thought we could get more done tonight if we broke each section into parts and went from there,” I stammer, confused at his tone.

               Riley stares at me a moment, an odd look on his face then he blinks several times and rubs his face.

               “I didn’t mean to snap at you, Y/N. I’m sorry, I just get stressed out with group work. You’re so much more advanced than I am for this class and I’m just not used to it,” he says and I relax, I hadn’t even realized my body was as tense as a coiled spring.

               “No worries,” I say a bit awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

               “You can take Callisto, I’ll do Ganymede,” he smiles at me, reaching for his binder. I notice his teeth are incredibly straight and whiter than the wall behind him.

               I give him a tight smile and nod, taking my book out and flipping through it, grateful for something else to look at.

               Riley seems to relax a bit more the longer we work. Once seven comes around I stand to turn on the Leafs game, though the settings were still set to the Xbox so I have to get up and manually change the input. When I bend down to reach the switch I glance over my shoulder at Riley.

               “Mind if I turn the game on?” I ask, his eyes flash to mine from where they had been trained on my behind. I open my mouth, not sure how to go about the fact that I just caught him checking me out.

               Riley seems oblivious and grins at me. “That’s fine,” and then he proceeds to talk hockey with me for a few minutes after I get the T.V situated and take my place back on the floor across from him. I never letting on that I’m dating a player and newly best friends with another couple. People in Toronto tend to get really excited when you let slip that you know Leafs players, a lesson I learned very well.  

               We are able to work in comfortable silence for the entire first period. Though once intermission hits he pushes his laptop away from him and stretches his arms above his head.

               “So how has Canada been treating you so far, Y/N?” Riley asks, leaning back into the couch and looking down at me.

               “It’s been fine so far,” I say only glancing at him before narrowing in on my textbook again. “Enjoyable,” I add.

               “Had much time to go out and meet new people?” He continues and I give up on reading. I look up from my book, putting it back on the coffee table.

               “I already knew a few people before moving, but yes, I’ve made several friends,” I can see where this conversation is going and I’m scrambling for a response.

               Riley nods, his eyes still on me. He has a cute face, more along the lines of ‘let me pinch your cheeks’ rather than Auston’s ‘let’s make out’ face. His hair is styled very precisely, longer at the top and shorter below, he wears expensive clothes which I find ironic that he complains about having to have roommates to afford his apartment.

               “Been to any clubs?” He asks and I breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t ask what I thought he would.

               “Nope, not a club person,” I give him a tight smile and tense when I hear Auston’s voice. I whip around but it’s only the T.V and he’s doing an intermission interview before the beginning of the second period. My heart fills as I listen to him spew out his typical clinches about what they need to do better in the next period, being down one to nothing. I suddenly wish more than anything that I was at the arena sitting with a few of the other girlfriends and wives.

               “You a fan of him?” Riley asks me and look to see him nodding at the T.V. “He’s a great player.”

               “I’ve seen better,” I mutter, looking back at the screen with a smile on my face.

               “Oh shit, I just realized I never grabbed dinner like I said I would!” Riley exclaims and I jump, startled at the sudden outburst. “I’m so sorry. I completely forgot!”

               “Oh, don’t worry about it!” I reassure him. “If you’re hungry I can put a pizza in the oven or something,” I give him a smile and he returns one.

               “Could you? I hate to ask, but I’m starving,” he rubs his stomach in exaggeration.

               “Yeah, of course,” I say, getting to my feet and making my way into the kitchen and digging through my freezer. A few minutes later I have the oven heated and a pizza cooking.

               I squat down onto the floor again, ready to get set on the next part of the project. Riley and I fall back into a slightly less comfortable silence because he glances at me every few minutes and then looks quickly away when I catch him. It’s nothing. He can look all he wants.

               However, when the oven timer goes off, I practically run into the kitchen, peeking over the counter at him as I crouch down. He isn’t watching the game like I thought he would be, instead he’s looking at my phone on the table which just vibrated with what sounded like a snapchat notification. I think about my screen saver, a picture of Auston with my two dogs sleeping on the couch. Oh boy.

               I take my time getting the pizza out and cutting it.

               “Uh, pizza’s ready,” I call out to him. “Help yourself.” I give him a tight smile as I make my way back to my place at the coffee table.

               Riley eyes me a minute before standing and going to get his own plate.

               “Thank you,” he calls over his shoulder and I nod even though he isn’t looking.

               I look up in time to see 34 flash across the screen, streaking down the ice and finishing with a beautiful forehand shot beating the Oilers goalie top shelf. I sigh in admiration, grinning at the screen.

               “So… is he one of the ‘friends’ you already had here,” Riley says, settling back down on the couch and I notice the emphasis on ‘friends’ and I know exactly who he is referring to.

               “Yes,” I answer, a bit snappier than I had intended but I hope he gets my tone.

               “Lucky guy,” Riley mutters and I scowl at the T.V. annoyed beyond belief.

               “Well,” I say putting my now empty plate on the coffee table. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

               Riley nods and double tasks, eating and writing. I calm down as the silence takes back over, the only sound being the announcers on the T.V.

               We both look up at the screen as 34 streaks across the ice again, scoring once more in overtime to give the Leafs a two to one victory. Riley and I cheer and even high five, though I notice his hand lingers even after I pull mine away. I glance at the clock and know that Auston should be here in the next hour. Eyeing Riley for a moment, I decide it’s probably best that Riley isn’t here when Auston comes. Doing a quick estimate, I think I can get enough done to satisfy him to call it a night on the project if I do most of the work myself, he was right, I really am way above his level with this stuff.

               I get to work doing just that, Riley stares at me as my hands fly from my book to my computer to my pen and back again.

               “Um… we have a few days left to work on this…” he says after a few minutes.

               “Can’t talk, in the zone,” I say, nonchalantly checking the time on my phone.

               Forty-five minutes later I slam my book closed and yawn.

               “Alright, Riley. I think we call it a night,” I say around my large, fake yawn and he raises his eyebrows. He sat there doing almost nothing while I did all but the conclusion of the project.

               “Um, yeah… okay…” he says and there’s another funny tone to his voice. With incredibly slowness he starts to pack this things away and I resist the urge to stuff everything into his bag and rush him out the door. But that would be weird. Instead I sit there pretending to watch the T.V. screen, wondering to myself why I’m suddenly so nervous. You’re letting what Alex said get to you. You’ve seen the way Riley has been looking at you all night. If someone was looking at Auston that way you would be jealous.

               I get to my feet and wander into the kitchen just as lights shine into my living room from someone pulling into the drive way. Oh no, oh no! I chant in my head, glancing at Riley I see he’s paused in his packing and is looking out the window. I stand stiff as a board in the kitchen not knowing what to do.

               The front door opens and in walks Auston, holding his overnight bag in his hand. He looks over at me and smiles until he catches sight of Riley sitting on my couch staring at him. His smile instantly vanishes along with my stomach.

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There are Clowns running around while holding balloons by a string.

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umm so rude i was having the best dream ever i was with my whole family and john and we were around a capri - esque coast and i was having so much mf fun and taking so many pics bc of how beautiful it was and THEN. It turned into a very intricate zombie dream where this little girl had haunted and died and was just not leaving me the FUCK alone and id DIE everytime i tried to escape in my car and

Kol Mikaelson Request Imagine: Make Me

(What Your Wearing)

You get out of your car and start walking towards the front door. It had been a while since the last time you had seen Nik.

“How do you plan to accomplish that brother?” You hear Elijah say

“With some help obviously.” Nik, says as you walk up to the front door and knock “I’ll be right back.” He says as you hear him walk up to the door, and hear the smile in his voice.

You instantly smile when he opens the door and see him. You and Nik have always been good friends. “It has been a while my friend Please come in.” he says as he takes a step back and walk in and you instantly hug him. 

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