cars shot

I know this sound silly, but can i please get some prayers for my car? Long story short, i guess the oil plug wasn’t tightened correctly the last time i took it in to get an oil change, and it came out on my way home last night. My engine pretty much emptied out of any oil today, and after some help from my roommate @achromaticallychromatic, we were able to get it towed to a shop to be inspected. Please pray for my car, because i really don’t want the engine to be damaged and shot. That car is central to my entire life. It gets me to band practice and gigs; it gets me to work; it lets me visit friends. Elaine is honestly the MVP of my life, and i just want her to be better. Please pray for my car if you have a moment.

-Justice

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Edward Crawford, Ferguson protest hero in iconic photo, found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound

  • Edward Crawford, the man many considered a hero of the Ferguson Uprising after he was photographed throwing a tear gas canister away from protesters, was found dead of self-inflicted gunshot wound Friday.
  • Pet the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Crawford, 27, was confirmed dead by his father and mother, who identified his body at a morgue on Friday. 
  • St. Louis police said Crawford had been complaining of distress to two women seated in the car, where he suddenly shot himself.
  • Crawford’s death came as a shock to his father, Edward Crawford Sr., who told the Post-Dispatch that he’d seen his son in good spirits two days before the shooting. “He was wonderful, great, always in a good mood,” the elder Crawford said. “He just got a new apartment and was training for a new job.” Read more (5/5/17)
Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.

No justice for Philado Castile and his family after a Minisota jury found Officer Jeronimo Yanez not guilty of second degree manslaughter. Castile was legally armed when he was pulled over last July for resembling a suspect and for having a faulty tail light. After informing the officer that he was armed, and dispite having his girlfriend and baby daughter in the car, the officer shot and killed Castile as his girlfriend streamed live on Facebook. 7 shots were fired into the vehicle, 5 striking Philado, a beloved school cafeteria worker. This injustice cannot continue. Too many legally armed or unarmed men of colour are being killed by police. I understand the pressures of firearm related situations, I’ve been in several, but we cannot excuse the murder of innocent men. Remember this man, he was not some gang thug acting aggressively towards police, he was a beloved member of the community known for high giving students, he was a father of a baby girl, he was an American citizen exercising his Constitutional right. But he was shot down like his life meant nothing. My heart is heavy with the news of this acquittal, it breaks for his girlfriend, who acted so bravely as this unfolded, and his daughter. Tonight, there will be protests to voice the frustration of the people, while we all hope it will remain peaceful, try to understand what has happened here today from their point of view. This post is not anti-police, it is pro-accountability.

Are you filming me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Can you do one where y/n is driving and Shawn is in the car too and another driver did something and y/n was just angry and swearing and Shawn laughs and records her. I find this really funny.

Authors note: I laughed while writing this and if no one else finds this funny I need to get my humor checked bahah

Requested: yess


“Did you see that?” I exclaim, turning to look over my shoulder for a split second, my expression one of utter disbelief.

“What hun?” Shawn murmurs, looking up from his phone.

“That cow just came out right in front of me!” I clench the wheel between my fingertips angrily. 

“An actual cow or?” Shawn smirks and I shoot him a glare.

“A driver Shawn,” I mutter.

“And now she’s driving like 40 under the freaking speed limit!” my voice raises and I can feel the anger churning in my stomach. “Can I honk her? Shawn, let me honk her… please!” I beg him, looking at him quickly and he’s grinning, eyes alight with happiness.

“Baby, don’t you dare,”

“I’m going to honk her,” the car stops and I press on the break quickly, jolting us forward in our seats.

“DON’T JUST STOP!” I press hard on the horn, anger written all over my face.

Shawn’s cackling beside me, struggling to get air in his lungs.

“What the fuck is she doing, no no no, don’t put on your indicator- fuck she put on her indicator,” I bite my lip, turning my indicator on as well.

“If she’s going to the same place we are, I’m going to flipping loose it,”

“I think you’ve already lost it Y/n,” Shawn gasps. Out of the corner of my eye I see him raising his phone up.

“Are you filming me? Wait, yes- film this… this monstrosity,” I gesture to the car in front of me that’s slowly starting to move into the middle of the road.

“She’s going to get her self killed, and then, she’s going to get us killed,” I say, one hand raising to tug my seat belt tighter. 

“I believe in your driving skills baby,” Shawn chuckles.

“Not the time to laugh Shawn, have you been to church lately?” 

“No,”

“I would get worried, we’re about to be seeing God soon,”

His laugh fills the car and I can’t help but crack a smile until the car stops again. I slam my hand on the horn.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The red mazda slowly swings around until it’s completed a U turn.

“It’s doing a U turn! Yes Shawn this is what we’ve been waiting for!” The car passes us and I turn to stare at the driver, an older lady in her mid 50′s behind the wheel. She smiles at me and I put on a fake smile back.

“What an idiot,” I say, the smile stays plastered on my face until she’s gone, Shawn currently still laughing as I put my foot on the gas, speeding up to the correct speed until the car is a speck in the rear view mirror.

“Well Shawn,” I turn to him and he smirks at me.

“Yes Y/n,” 

“What we did just there, that was what you call cheating death,”

thinking about garrus and shepard in me1, talking late at night over weapon-cleanings or mako repairs when shepard can’t sleep. garrus, the idealistic rookie who wants nothing more than to protect, and shepard, the closest thing to a guiding light he’s stumbled upon

thinking about garrus and shepard in me2, finding companionship in one another after their individual struggles. garrus, weighed down by the lives of the people who trusted him, and shepard, still lost and out-of-place in a world that kept going without her

thinking about garrus and shepard in me3, seeking each other out in moments of solace when the war seems bleak and never-ending. shepard, who keeps pushing herself to do the impossible, and garrus, who just wants to be the light that guides her back home