drive or get shot

Drive By

Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

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This is my lovely dog May although she’s better known as Meebles! I got her from the pound when I first moved out and we’ve been best friends ever since. She loves going driving (as long as she gets shot gun) and is the greatest adventurer that I ever could have hoped for 💞

- diaryofashowgroom

I was watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith earlier today and I was like “Haha isn’t that Bucky and Steve WAITAMINUTE. I can make this stuckony.”

So there’s Steve, who works for SHIELD. There’s Bucky, who works for the CIA. And then there’s Tony, who’s a contractor for the government but still CEO of Stark Industries. (Honestly when will he not be. I am a creature of habit.) The CIA and SHIELD discover that they’re all together, and decide well, that’s not good, they could share secrets. So let’s make them kill each other!  (Let’s assume there’s still HYDRA in SHIELD for this because I don’t believe Fury or Coulson permitted this.)

And for added pain (and to keep Tony under their thumb) they go to Tony and say “hypothetically if we each had an agent married to each other how would you fix this?” And Tony laughs and says “I don’t know, kill them both?” (He thinks it very clear that this is a joke because he is a contractor and his opinions on weaponry and defense are the only things that matter.)

Well, lo and behold, suddenly Steve and Bucky are sent to take each other out and they are shocked (and hurt!) to find out all the lies. Steve isn’t an art teacher. Bucky’s not a history professor. “Do you even love Tony, or was that a lie, too?!” they snarl at each other, and get into a huge fist fight in the penthouse, destroying everything.

And then Tony gets home early and finds Bucky has a knife to Steve’s throat, and Steve has a gun pressed to Bucky’s gut, and his home is a mess. “…Why?” he asks tiredly. “Oh my God I just had a hellish day of meetings and now this. Did one of you eat the last of the other’s ice-cream?”

“…I don’t even like rum raisin,” Steve says, and Bucky turns and just yells in his face in anger.

(Tony has no idea what’s going on and he is suddenly Frightened because he’s never seen them like this. Against literally anyone else’s better judgement, he walks up to them and just takes the weapons from their hands. And Steve and Bucky let him, because he is their precious civilian husband, and also threatening each other has gotten awkward now that they have an audience who is clearly not impressed.)

Of course, Tony clearing the chamber and unloading the gun expertly is the hottest thing ever and Steve and Bucky can at least agree on that. After some loud (and honestly kinda violent) life-affirming sex (for Bucky and Steve anyway), Tony makes them spill what’s happening. Tony, incensed, does some discrete hacking and realizes in horror that if anything gets out about it, the CIA and SHIELD are going to throw it back on him, even though it was clearly a fucking joke.

Now, Steve and Bucky are kind of pissed at each other for all the lies, but Tony has told them the truth from the get-go (”You’re not teachers?” Tony asks, betrayed, and they start to feel bad but then– “So the hot-for-teacher role play did nothing for you?” The noises they make are terrible but Tony is so earnestly afraid that they were just putting up with it that they rush to assure him that the role plays were definitely enjoyed on their ends. Sorry. I had to get some more humor in here.)

But now the forty-eight hours Steve and Bucky were given to kill each other are up and Natasha, Steve’s coworker (”I thought she was your PE teacher coworker!” Tony wails.) calls and tells him that SHIELD is about to head out and finish the job for him. Bucky gets a call from Clint (”He’s not just a homeless guy you help out?!” “I never said he was homeless, Tony, you just assumed he was because he’s a slob.”) saying the same thing, and also they’re going to consider Tony collateral damage. Steve and Bucky are furious, because Tony is innocent. “NOT THAT WAY!” they both shout when Tony opens his mouth to make a smart remark about his ‘innocence.’

Cue the car chase in one of Tony’s suped up cars. (”My baby,” he whimpers every time the car is dented and shot at.) At one point his driving gets so… creative, that Steve is almost thrown from the car and the only thing keeping him from being thrown was Bucky’s hand wrapped his wrist. For a terrifying few seconds, he was in midair. (But hey it caused one of their pursuers to flip so no harm no foul.) Bucky’s prepared to tease him mercilessly but then Tony blurts out, “Oh, wait, does being married before count as a secret?” And Steve and Bucky nearly foam at the mouth because whowhyhow?! “It was a Vegas wedding and we got it annulled when we were sober.” “What’s her name?” Steve hisses. “And her social security number?” Bucky adds. “First of all I can’t even remember my own social, and second you’re not going to kill her because it was Pepper and we were celebrating the great reception of the first StarkPhone.” The idea of trying to kill Pepper is daunting so they settle for grumbling mulishly to each other about it.

I’m not sure what happens next. Maybe they expose all the HYDRA agents in SHIELD, or Fury and Coulson finally catch wind of what’s going on and put a stop to it (but not before a huge shootout because I’m a sucker for those.) All I know is that I want them to end up at a meeting with the marriage counselor and Tony’s complaining about how Steve and Bucky don’t know how to communicate with each other. “Yeah, I really wanted to kill him recently,” Steve jokes. “But I just couldn’t pull the trigger.” “Ha. Haha,” Bucky says. “And I just couldn’t sink the knife into his chest.”

The marriage counselor (probably Bruce tbh the poor guy) says “But hey, you couldn’t do it. That’s good. What about you, Tony?”

“I communicate perfectly!” Tony sputters indignantly.

“Honestly he may communicate too well,” Steve and Bucky admit.

The marriage counselor just makes some interested noises because he isn’t sure what to say. (They eventually work things out though.)

DAY 3346

Jalsa, Mumbai                   May 26/27,  2017                  Fri/Sat 12:07 am




Birthday - Jaspreet Singh Ef .. wishes for the brightness of life and the joys of living .. and success .. love from us all




There is absolutely no reason why the post of BLOG 3345 dated May 25th 2017 should make any sense to any of you .. but there is a sense .. it is a sense filled with deep sluggish brain retard and a dollop of induced madness .. I am in all sense on my way to that destination that spells either a reform home or better an old age one ..


Hehaahehahahee ..

But seriously though .. a day shall come when those very transcripts shall reveal a mind disturbed by sleep deprivation, a complete loss of memory, and more ..

With all its unresolved printings and inconsequential wordology .. it does seem logical to be able to analyse what really goes into a mind that has to absorb a million degree of matter, both logical and non ..

We are an exhausted civilisation .. our faculties have been flood bombed by the vastness of information which the brain, hitherto a silent spectator, has had to contend with each nano second ..

Names thoughts ideas locations events linger precariously at the edge of our tongues, yet are unable to consolidate through memory the exact details and train of thoughts that may have prevailed ..

A colleague gives me an exercise, which he claims gave him and millions of others the power of memory ..

At the end of the day close your eyes before retiring and start narrating to yourself, what you did from the moment you left your bed till the time you hit it again ..

EG :

I opened my eyes after the disturbed night sleep, looked at the clock, time to get set for the gym, done that, trainer and rehab person give gyaan, shower and while in shower the mind rattling off the various duties to be conducted after, drive after prayers to work, rain in most shots, getting drenched, covering with the protection of towels, drive back dinner with family, a reasonable chat on the matters of life and books and events and future prospects .. 

and so on .. and it shall be discovered after a few months that there is immense potential within to improve manifold your memory .. did try it once .. and forgot all else in the process .. heheh .. this is not to belittle the program, but it does and must have some qualities that have been tried and tested .. for it to be so pronounced in its findings ..


Memory .. memory .. memory .. is this all that can be talked about at this hour of the night you may ask .. but truly its a topic that plagues many .. and it does get a bit embarrassing at times ..

names are the main worry .. they slip the thought pulses in the cranium .. so Shashi ji, Shashi Kapoor had the most effective and brilliant concept .. at a social gathering, on meeting a known acquaintance he would extend his hand out and say :

‘Hi .. Shashi Kapoor ..’

…. and invariably the person meeting would say his or her name and the work and deed was done .. simple but effective ..


Good night all before I slip back in time to the post of the YESTERDAY .. !!


Amitabh Bachchan

Bonnie & Clyde - pt 5

Originally posted by sugaglos

“I asked you last week to come over and hangout at my house but you said no. Plus, I’m busy these days. I’ll see you around kay?” You said walking away.

That night, Nari called to explain how pissed off Jay was.

“Y/N, he’s totally pissed, do you know what he said? Jesus. He said you’re a bitch for only using him as your boy toy and then ignoring him. Did you fuck him and not tell me!?” She gasped.

“Oh my god no! I almost did though…at your party.”

She yelped. “Almost!?”

“He didn’t want to…Nari, he outright rejected me, and when I invited him over last week, it was clear that he would never step into my house.”

“He’s the bitch! You gave him two shots and he’s that stupid?” Nari growled.

“It was only one shot and I was drunk so it’s no big deal, it’s better this way anyhow.” You concluded.

“I always knew you had a huge crush on him.” She stated.

“Okay first, no I didn’t. He was just a really hot friend that I started to like a little too much. Second, I think it’s better if I stay away from him.” You explained.

“That’s your choice I guess, but he’s really pissed. He’s even talking about you in school.” Nari said.

“If I hear him myself, I’ll tell Yoongi to kill him.”

“Speaking of Yoongi, I saw the way he was dragging you out the club the other day. It was a bit inappropriate for an employee…Is he your new boy toy?” She squealed annoyingly.

“He was just pretending to be my date, some old creep was trying to hit on me.” You explained.

She sighed. “I was hoping for something more juicy.”

“Keep dreaming.”

___

Keep reading

Glory


A/N: *Emerges from my cave and months of inactivity* Hey guys. I watched the new music video. so uh… yeah. Enjoy!


“Can I tell you a story?”

You snuggle closer to Dan, smiling at his words. “Of course you can.” You grab the bottle of liquor from him, taking a swig. The liquid burns down your throat, but you relish in the warmth that pools through you.

Dan looks up to the sky, a small smile on his face. “Once upon a time, there was a sweet, innocent boy, and a beautiful, incredible girl.”

You snort in derision. “There’s hardly anything innocent about that boy.”

A dark bar, the air heavy with the scent of old cigars, sweat, old love, lost love, new love. The strands of your pink wig whirl around as you laugh and dance, almost oblivious to the sudden disappearance of your car keys.

Almost.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the thief in the act as he swipes your keys from your table and hurries off outside. Eyes widening in panic and anger, you abandon your partner and wind through the bodies of people to run outside. 

“Hey!” The stranger stops in his tracks. “I saw what you did, bastard. Give them back, now.”

The stranger turns around, and you’re confronted with a lanky man with high cheekbones, wild, dark hair, a somewhat bashful grin, and the darkest, bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. They seem to pierce right through you.

“Oh, these are yours?” He gives an unconvincing laugh. Your scowl deepens, though you take note of the obviously British accent. “Sorry… I was only going to borrow it.” 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Really?” you deadpan, completely unconvinced.

The stranger nods, eyebrows drawing together into a pitiful, earnest look. “My friends and I are racing to see who can get to the Joshua Tree National Park. I… would’ve given it back, promise!”

You know his story is complete bullshit, but you can’t help but smirk all the same. There was something about this guy…

“I’ll drive you there, alright?”

The stranger looks up at you, surprise lighting up in his eyes. “Sorry?”

You cross your arms. Your smirk evens out into a full smile. “I’ll take you to the national park.”

“It’s a ways away.”

“Then let’s road trip. You pay for gas, I get to sleep in the backseat, and we’ll take turns driving. Deal?”

The stranger doesn’t move for a moment, clearly contemplating the plan, before he steps toward you and sticks out his hand. You shake it. 

“Deal.”

I was only going to borrow it…”

You laugh at Dan’s feeble attempt to defend himself.

“… besides, it’s a shit car anyway. Someone was bound to steal it. You’re lucky it was only me.”

You pout, patting the metal hood you and Dan are lying on. “Excuse me, it’s a classic.”

Dan shakes his head, relinquishing the argument to you. “Right.”

You poke his side. “And what happened, on that trip?”

Dan tilts his head, looking up at the inky black sky. “Oh, the boy and girl started off rocky. It was such a split decision, neither one knew how to act.” He intertwines his fingers with yours, gazing down at it reminiscently. “But then, the girl started talking. About her interests, her dreams, her view of the universe. And slowly, yet surely, the boy started to fall in love.”

You feel yourself start to redden, so you roll your eyes and nudge him playfully with your shoulders. “Really though, what fantastical adventures did these kids go on?”

Dan hums. “Well, there was that time the boy jumped into someone else’s pool with his clothes still on…”

The water is still, quiet and, above all else, cold. Your breath fogs up in front of you, a reminder of the childhood days when your imagination transformed you into a fearsome dragon. The stranger – Dan, his name is – tugs on your hand impatiently. “Come on, let’s jump in the water!”

“Dan, you’re still dressed!” Your words are lost behind you as a string of giggles bursts from you. 

Dan looks back with that now-familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on!”

Okay, okay,” you pant out, ripping your hand from his. You look uncertainly at the icy water. “Okay… on the count of three.”

Dan grins and nods. He looks at the water, obviously mentally bracing himself. “One…”

You bend your knees. “Two…”

“Three!” Dan leaps into the water with a yell. The sheet of still water shatters as Dan hits the surface.

Meanwhile, you’re still on dry land, laughing as Dan splutters to the surface, looks around for you, and proceeds to give you the finger when he realises you hadn’t jumped.

You smile fondly at the memory, except…

“It was a lake, not someone’s pool!”

Dan shrugs. “Either way, you lied to me about jumping in together.”

Rather than reply to his accusation, you take another swig of the bottle. “What about that time the guy dared the girl to run through some stranger’s house?”

“I’m getting to that part!” Dan grabs the bottle back indignantly. “Now where was I…”

The car comes to a sudden stop in the middle of a quaint, suburban neighbourhood. You jolt awake from your nap to find the vehicle sitting idle in front of a house. The front door is open, with only the screen door barring the way inside. 

Dan turns to you with a crooked, devilish smile. “I dare you to run through that house.”

You stare back at Dan for a heartbeat before bursting out laughing. “Yeah, sure. Lemme just solicit through and trespass on private property. I might even get lucky and get shot.”

“I’ll drive for the next twelve hours, and I’ll buy you dinner.”

You quirk your brow at that. Now that’s a more intriguing offer. “And I just have to run through, yeah?”

Dan nods.

You tap your chin. “Drop the 12-hour drive, but you have to come with me.”

Dan grins, sticking his hand out. You shake it hard. “Deal.”

You open the door and step out of the car, walking nervously up to the door. A part of you hopes that the handle won’t turn, or that the door would still be locked, but the door opens with ease. You step in, looking cautiously around. You glance back at Dan, beckoning him in before you sprint through the modern-looking house, Dan in tow. You give a squeal when you find two elderly couple on the couch, absolute confusion and panic written all over their faces. 

“Sorry, pardon me!” Dan shouts behind him as you make a beeline for the back door. You hear the old man shout behind you, but you and Dan are already out the door and running back to the front. 

You jump into driver’s seat. “Come on!” 

Dan wrenches the door open the ducks quickly into the passenger side. The wheels squeal loudly as you stomp on the accelerator. The car shoots forward and you glance at the rearview mirror to find the couple running outside. The old man raises his fist angrily at the car, and you and Dan laugh almost maniacally as the adrenaline rushes through you.

And the old man even had a gun!”

You throw your head back in a loud laugh. “What?!”

Dan looks at you with a serious expression, but you can see the mirth in his eyes. “Yeah, that definitely happened. We could’ve died!”

You scoff playfully. “Yeah, sure.” You snuggle closer to Dan, and you feel his arm hug you protectively. “Remember that dance class? You didn’t even want to try…”

Dan’s face, etched in embarrassment, as he looks at the groups of people in the dance studio milling around. “I’m not sure about this.”

You latch on to his arm, smiling encouragingly at him. “I am. And I’m always right.”

Dan rolls his eyes. “Right, I forgot.”

You grin as you pull Dan into the studio. “Come on!”

Dan hum in disagreement. “What are you on about? I totally outdanced you.”

Dan gives his full, toothy smile at you, his eyes practically sparkling despite the relative darkness of the studio. He’s drenched in sweat and his moves are still jerky and awkward, but you lean in to hug him regardless. 

“You were great, Dan,” you tell him. You don’t see his expression, but he gives you an extra squeeze before pulling back. His face has a strange expression on it, but you can’t pin down what it is.

“Thank you.”

“Right, that’s why you’re such a great dancer now.” You laugh as Dan shoves you. Had it not been for his arm, you probably would’ve gone sliding off.

Dan leans his head against yours. “And finally, when the boy and the girl, after so many miles and so many days, reached the national park, the boy revealed his big secret…”

“I actually didn’t have a crazy race with my friends here.”

You roll your eyes, leaning your head on Dan’s shoulders. Both your legs are hung over the edge, swinging carefree over the hundred-foot drop. “I figured when you didn’t even so much as talk about them during the entire trip.” You lift your head to look at Dan. The sunset, with the pink hues, strikes his face and accentuate all of his most special features. The curve of his cheekbones. Each long, sweeping eyelash. The freckles splashed over his nose and below his eyes. A faint breeze ruffles his wild hair. “But tell me. Why did you steal my keys in the first place?”

Dan smiles, looking down at your intertwined fingers. “Well… I wanted to grab your attention. Seeing you dance up on that table, with that bright wig, and those beautiful eyes… I knew I had to grab your attention somehow.”

You laugh, though you can feel yourself blushing. You know the sunset is highlighting your now-rosy cheeks. “That could’ve backfired so hard, though.”

Dan lifts his hand to your face, his thumb trace up and down your cheek as he leans forward. “Maybe, but this has surpassed even my wildest dreams.”

You smile softly back and let your eyes flutter closed. And in that darkness, in that silence, you feel his lips touch yours.

You open your eyes and pull away from Dan’s kiss at a large rumble in the sky. You and Dan look up just in time to see a large jet lift up from the ground. It soars through the air and into the inky night sky.

You snuggle back into Dan’s body. “You tell it differently every time,” you say softly.

Dan returns with his special crooked grin. “Well, I like my version better.”

~~~~~ willyumfarquarson ~~~~~

Little Boyf Riends; Running on Empty

“We need to go to the cops! Jeremy isn’t here anymore.”
“And what do we tell them? Hi, we’re looking for our friend Jeremy Heere he used to be our age but is now seven years old?”
After searching the entire school the group had met up again and were currently arguing on what to do next.
“Listen, me and Jake are going to just tell the cops we’re looking for his little brother or something.”
“But you’re not Jer’s brother.” They looked down to see Michael now hanging off Rich’s pant leg. “You’re short.”
“I am not, I’ll have you know I am 5'5 and three quarters.”
“That sounds like something a short person would say.”
“We’ll take my minivan over, there’s a car seat in the back from my aunt we can use that for Michael.” Christine chimed in as Michael made a horrified face.
“What?! But I’m too old for a car seat!”
“But you’re too little for a seat belt.”
“I am not!”
“Really? That sounds like something a tiny person would say.”
~~
“Chloe you’re going thirty-five in a twenty!”
“I thought we were in a hurry!”
“We are but my car does not need a ticket.”
Chloe refused to get in the car unless she was driving with Christine in shot gun and the rest of drama club squished in the back with Michael.
“I’m bored.”
“You’d have something to do if you didn’t try dropping my phone out the window.”
“I wanted to see if it would break.”
“Shut up, I am trying to drive!”
The light ahead had just turned green but the group was surprised by a child still in the crosswalk causing Chloe to swerve out of the way in panic disorienting everyone in the car.
“Chloe what the fuck?”
“I think we hit a kid!”
“Oh my God!”
“My head hurts.”
“You shouldn’t say that word!” Chloe pulled to the side of the road as the group piled out. There on the sidewalk sat little Jeremy sobbing holding his bruised and bloody knees.
“I…I’m sorry!”
“Oh my god Jeremy! Brooke grab my purse!” Heading over to the car the blonde came back holding Christine’s bag. “Thank you.” Digging through it she brought out a bottle of skin cream and bandages.
“Why do you have those in your purse?”
“Never hurts to be prepared. Jer, hey come on Jer I need you to look at me.” Looking up he saw Christine through his tears and his sobbing devolved into hiccups.
“I…I was jus following mommy when a car came out of nowhere and now my knees hurt a…and then she called me stupid!”
“Jeremy, you’re not stupid, but you do have some pretty nasty scrapes. You’re going to need to be a brave boy, this cream is going to sting a little bit but it’s going to make the scrapes go away faster alright? And then you can choose the bandages you want. That sound nice?”
“Mm…mm-hm…” Taking the cream Christine slowly rubbed it on Jeremy’s knees he winced slightly.
“See not that bad? Now what character do you want on your bandage? I have SpongeBob, Bugs Bunny, Scooby Doo-”
“Scooby! I…I mean I want Scooby Doo.” Putting the bandages on she helped him up walking him over to the car. The group piled back in Jeremy sitting on Brooke’s lap right next to Michael.
“Jer! Where’d you go? We looked all over but couldn’t find you!”
“I…I was following my mommy…”
“Oh, hey why doesn’t he have a car seat?”
“Because we don’t have any more room.”
“Can we trade places?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.” The car fell into a silence before Jeremy spoke up.
“I’m hungry.”

she’s gonna save me (call me baby)

A very happy belated birthday to the amazing @superirishbreakfasttea! Tbh,  I wanted to write like 10k of this but had to restrain myself….

“Really?” Raina asks with a perfectly arched eyebrow. “You’re going to pick that one?”

“You told me I could pick whoever I wanted,” Daisy replies stubbornly, staring at the glossy headshots spread across the table.  It’s her fake boyfriend, after all. If she’s going to spend the next few months being photographed getting coffee and posing on the red carpet with someone, she should at least get to choose who it is.

“Robbie Reyes?  Really?  You think that the tabloids are going to react well to America’s sweetheart dating the same guy who once punched James Hellfire in the face at an afterparty?” Raina counters.  

“Hellfire is an asshole,” Bobbi interjects. “And everyone who was at that party says that Reyes didn’t throw the first punch.”

Daisy gives her a grateful look.  She hired Bobbi as her manager the minute she turned eighteen and the other woman’s never steered her wrong.  Bobbi’s the one who landed her a supporting role in last year’s  Best Picture and the lead in last summer’s biggest comedy and Raina may be the reason she’s been appearing on more and more magazine covers lately, but Bobbi hired Raina as her publicist in the first place.

“You put him on the list,” Daisy tells Raina. “Therefore, I get to pick him if I want to.  And I do.”

And that’s it.  Robbie Reyes, action star and former street racer, is now her latest celebrity boyfriend.

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Slower (2) - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by wintersoulja

Words: 1441
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: probably swearing, fighting, talk of guns, getting shot, hospitals, a horrible atte,pt at writing flirting
Requested: kinda its a part two so
Authors Note: yayyy this was so fun! I loved part one and this was just so much fun to follow it up with. (Also, i was too tired to go through all the tags at the end to make sure they’re working so if they aren’t i apologize and i will fix it tomorrow when i am more awake)

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Part One


Pietro’s mind could not wrap around the fact that you weren’t bothered by him. He was used to people falling for him instantly, as he flirts his way through life. He could have anyone he wanted; it wasn’t hard for him to get someone, but of course; he chose the one person that was unaffected by his personality.

However, it did get to his head. Being so obsessed with you and everything about you, it distracted him from what he really needed to be focusing on. You and Pietro worked well together as if something were to happen that needed to be stopped quickly, you could slow time and Pietro would run to whoever needed it. Sure, you could have done it, but moving while your stalling time uses a lot of energy you don’t normally have. So, it was nice to have the speedster on your side.

Ever since you joined the Avengers, it was hard for anyone to ever win. That was, until this fight where Pietro didn’t listen to you and flirted the whole time. Frankly, it was driving you crazy that he wouldn’t listen. Typically, you would get a good shot at the villain and slow the time for Pietro to knock out, but he wasn’t listening.

“Pietro! Listen to me!” You shouted through the comms as you fought off enemies. Sure, you could have stopped everything and just pushed them all over, but it doesn’t work like that. You may be powerful, but you also know how much energy slowing and stopping time takes. It could use all of your energy up to get rid of the smaller threats, and it wasn’t worth risking your shot at their leader just to get rid of a few pesky rats.

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rebel w/out a cause

hi guys. So, I watched Rebel Without a Cause a week or so ago, and I definitely have some stuff to say. (Unpopular opinion, I liked the movie! PLEASE DON’T THROW THINGS!!) Anyway, this movie hits many relevant arguments, but the overarcing theme or topic of the movie that got me thinking the most was the quote right before the chickie fight, when Buzz tells Jim he actually does like him, and Jim’s like, “yo, why are we doing this then?” and Buzz says “hey, you gotta do something, right?” When humans become teens for the first time, it is also the first time we face real, adult problems and must confront them. What this quote, or this theme of the movie is saying plays right to the title. A “rebel without a cause” is someone who isn’t satisfied with society, but doesnt have a specific aim to fight for, so they just “do something.” and if that something is drive a stolen car off of a cliff, so be it. Teens don’t value destruction, they value change - they just don’t know how to go about the process. Teenagers value action without thinking about consequences, so when conflict arises, they retreat to the “I’m just a kid” line. This differs from characters who live in fear, such as the adults in the movie, who clearly value minding consequences than anything else. Both Jim’s mother and father were fearful in their own ways, because they valued the “what if” scenerio. Mom was mortified of Jim acting out, constently demanding they move city to city. Dad was fearful of Jim in a different way, clearly caring about his well being, but at the same time, would not stand up to his wife for him. (I feel like the dad was a super complex character, but overall he valued consequences much higher than change.) This movie in particular was a very different style of movie than I’m used to, (from 1956) simply because of the difference in the portrayal of teens. I feel as if teens today react very internal when conflict arises, we are constantly keeping baggage behind closed doors, where teens in these movies are VERY brash and bold, and jump the gun…or drive off of a cliff…or try to shoot someone until they get shot down, and James Dean comes screaming “I GOT THE BULLETS!!” and everything is awkward…but anyways. I think this movie is to show both adults and teens, but mostly adults, that the other genoration’s problems they face are very real and very valid, even if our values are different. also i found a gif of James Dean saying I GOT THE BULLETS, so there you go.

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Rising Sun Part 4--A Josh Dun Imagine

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Here’s part 4. I’m so excited to continue this series. I hope you enjoy.

TW: Non-consenual sexual content, panic attacks 
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(Your POV)

It had been two weeks since you had seen Josh, and it was the worst two weeks of your life. Sure, you and him had texted whenever you could, but tour life was busy meaning that texting was actually 15 minutes of conversation followed by hours of silence. You couldn’t complain because it was 15 more than what you would have had had he not showed up at the music store. Still, you wished you had had more time together instead of having him pulled from your grasp with little warning.

Currently, you were spending your last three hours at the shop  so you spent that time reorganizing records and CDs and cleaning up the store. Your phone buzzed on the counter indicating a text, and you quickly climbed down from your stool that you were using to dust off a shelf to grab your phone. 
Drummer Boy <3: y/n I’m flying into LAX tomorrow, and I would like to come visit you soon. Does next week sound okay? Maybe we could go on a proper date ;)
You: Sounds amazing Drummer Boy ;) I would love to see you again. I’ve been so bored with nothing but work I could use a night out. I’ll see you next week. xx

You smiled at your phone. Josh always made you feel a little better. Sighing, you put your phone back on the shelf under the counter, and continued your work. It wasn’t an exciting job nor was it one you had been hoping for, but it paid the bills and kept you fed, so that’s all that mattered. Truth was, you were a photographer. Whenever you were free, you would hike or drive to wherever you could get cool shots and scenic views, but you hit a dead end after college and found yourself unable to finds jobs in that field, so you sucked it up and got hired here. 

Half hour til closing, and the place was deserted. You sighed, and began preparing for closing by sweeping the floor, locking down the register, and replacing everything that had been moved throughout the day. At 9:00, you picked up your bags from the back room, grabbed your phone, locked the doors, and started the twenty minute journey back to your apartment. You got into your apartment exactly twenty two minutes later, heated up some left over mac and cheese, showered, and collapsed into bed. 
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You woke up to your alarm, and prepared for your work day. Luckily, it was Friday meaning it was your boss’ weekly poker night, so you could leave at 7:00 instead of 9:00. It was a small mercy considering your boss, and most of his douche bag friends, would be around all day harassing and groping you as much as possible, but you were able to handle it. You got dressed in your short black skater skirt, dark blue low v-neck tank top, and black stilettos. After grabbing a pack of pop-tarts, you made your way out of the apartment and headed toward the store. 

Work was crazy. It seemed like the entire city needed something from the store, and since your coworker couldn’t come in, you were stuck dealing with the whole mess by yourself. You spent the day running all over the store to get supplies and help customers. You swear if one more person came in and asked for your assistance with finding a record in the alphabetized rows you were going to kick someone. 

Luckily at 6:30 the final customers seemed to leave, and you were able to start closing. You miraculously got the whole storefront cleaned up in fifteen minutes. Deciding you’ve had enough, you walk to the back room to let your boss know that you were leaving. You found your way to the back room, calmly walking in. “Damien, there’s fifteen minutes left in my shift, but no one’s here and I’ve already closed everything down. Do you mind if I go home? It’s uh..it’s been a long day.” He stood up from the couch approaching you with a look on his face similar to that of a predator. Darkened eyes raked up and down your body making you uncomfortably shift. “Damien, please may I go?” 
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“No y/n!” He grabbed your arms and pinned you against the wall. Fear ran through you. You didn’t know what he was going to do, but the situation sent off warning bells inside your head. “I don’t appreciate you abusing my kindness while I get nothing in return.” He licked his lips again. “You prance around in that short skirt all day long, and tease me with that top and those heels.” You struggled, trying to free your arms from his hold, but it was useless. “It’s time for you to repay me for everything I’ve given you, you little slut. You continued to fight, hoping to free any body part from his weight, and you were so distracted that you didn’t hear the bell above the front door ring. 
“Get off me Damien! Get off me now!” You began to sob. “Please, Damien, I don’t want this.” He trapped your wrists above your head with one while his other moved its way down your body eventually slipping under your skirt. 
“I’m going to make you feel good, whore, and you’re going to like it.” You squeezed your eyes shut as he sucked on your neck and began to shove his pants down. Suddenly, his weight is gone, and you crumble the floor. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to see Josh landing a few punches on Damien’s face while Damien’s is pinned against the wall next to your. Damien may be strong, but he has nothing on the drummer
“Josh” it comes out as a whimper, so you try again. “Josh!” He turns his head and meets your eyes, instantly dropping Damien to the floor.  He turns around and faces Damien again. 
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“If you ever come near her again I will personally rip every limb from your body.” He turns to the rest of the room, anger rolling off him in waves. “That goes for any of you!” Josh turns back to where you’re curled into a ball against the wall breathing heavily and shaking. He bends down afraid to touch you after what just happened. “Y/n?” You meet his eyes. “I need to get you home. Can I touch you?” After a moments hesitation, you nod. “Good. Can I pick you up?” You nod again, and you’re swiftly lifted off the floor into his arms. He grabs your stuff, puts everything in your bag, places the bag over his shoulder, and carries you out to the rental car.

(Josh’s POV)

I was furious. I wanted to turn the car back around and beat the fucker senseless. I was glad I decided to fly immediately here and go directly to the music store otherwise nobody would’ve hear y/n screaming. I heard a small sniffle come from the passenger’s seat. Y/n sat with her head against the window, still curled into a ball with silent tears down her face. Her only movement was to point directions to me. 

When we arrived at her apartment building, she didn’t move. “Y/n?” She jumped, eyes wide. “Y/n it’s just Josh. We’re at your building which apartment is yours?” She held up three fingers, followed by one, followed by five. “Apartment 315?” She gave a curt nod. “Can I carry you again?” She hesitated but nodded anyway. After carrying her bridal style to her apartment and patiently waiting for her to dig the key out, I gently laid her on the couch where she curled back into the fetal position and stared at the floor. I walked to the kitchen, and after rummaging through her cupboards decided to make some tea. 

When it was finished, I made my way back to the living room. After sitting the mugs down on the coffee table, I sit myself on the opposite end of the couch. Y/n sits up and moves her head to my lap. My fingers find her hair and softly thread through her hair. It was twenty minutes of silence before she spoke. “Thank you.” After getting over the initial shock, I smile down at her, and she gives a small smile back.
“There’s no need to thank me y/n. I’m upset I didn’t get there sooner.” 
“Drummer boy, weren’t even supposed to be here until next week. It could’ve been a lot worse had you not been there. Why are you even here? Don’t get me wrong I’m thrilled especially after what just happened, but you were supposed to be a week?” 
“I missed you a lot y/n. We just met, and then we didn’t see each other for months. I couldn’t stand it, so as soon as I landed in LA I booked a flight here. I wanted it to be a surprise so….uh.. Surprise!” She chuckled, and curled into my side.

(Your POV) 

You and Josh spent a few more minutes catching up which helped you to calm down and relax. You were safe with Josh. He wouldn’t ever hurt a fly let alone hurt you, so you relaxed and talked and laughed for a few minutes. After thirty minutes of talking, you stood up and made your way to the kitchen to make some dinner. Josh offered to help, but you shooed him out. He began to wander around your apartment while you began dinner. “Y/n?” You hummed in affirmation to let him know you were listening. “These photographs on your wall are spectacular. Whose are they? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Oh..uh.. they’re mine actually.” He wandered back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. 
“You’re a photographer?”
“Uh yeah. I started in high school, and majored in visual arts in college, but never could find a job after I graduated, so it’s just a hobby now.” You shrugged and continued to make dinner. 
“You’ve got real talent, y/n.” You blushed. “I’m serious..” He was cut off by his phone ringing. “Oh that’s Tyler I should really get this.” He apologized a few times before walking to the back of the apartment to take the call. You finished the meal and set it on the table. Josh returned a few minutes later. “Grilled cheese?” He chuckled.
“I know it’s not fancy, but I’m due for a grocery run, and I didn’t want to wait to long.”
“Grilled cheese is wonderful. Thanks y/n.” You smiled and took a bite, finally happy to be getting food. 

You and Josh ate in comfortable silence. When you both finished and the dishes were done, you both made your way to the couch. You spent hours alternating between conversation and silence. At one point, Josh broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you after a particularly hilarious debate about aliens and space. “So I don’t want you going back to that music store y/n. Not after what that bastard did.” You could sense his anger breaking through the surface, so you placed a hand on his knee and rubbed soothing circles. Instantly relaxing, he continued “So when I was on the phone with Ty earlier I mentioned your photography.” You gave him a skeptical look. “I even sent some pictures, and it turns out our photographer Brad was looking for a second person to help him out. I mean he’s only one man, he can only cover so much of the venue at a time and..” 
“Slow down. Breathe. What does this mean.”
“Come on tour with me.” He looked into your eyes. His were filled with so much hope that you had to look away.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m totally serious y/n. I know that it’s a scary thought, but I missed you so much when I was gone. I want you there with me. Plus you can be out of that crappy store and pursuing your dream. Come on, y/n. Please?”
You hated to admit that he was right. You hated the shop, you hated Damien, you missed photography, and you would be with Josh. “Okay”
“Really?”
“Definitely.”
“Awesome.” He looked at the clock. “It’s three am you should go to sleep, and I should get back to my hotel.”
“Josh. Stay.” He smiled, all dimpled and squinty. 
“Of course.”

You went to sleep that night wrapped in Josh’s strong arms and pressed against his chest. There was nowhere else that felt like home.

Okay, but do you know what I would really want to see (but would settle to read, because you know, realistic dreams and all)?

I’ve seen that post about the Queen having been a military truck driver back in the War and driving the King of Saudi Arabia.

So just imagine Kingsman agents being sent on a mission to protect the Queen for some reason or another.

And of course there comes a moment where Eggsy and his partner for the mission (not Roxy, I want a stuffy knight who likes Eggsy all right but finds he lacks certain manners) have no choice but to flee whereever they are with the Queen in a car. And the other Knight would never have let Eggsy drive usually because all the agents have seen footage of his driving exploits and no, they’re protecting the Queen for God’s sake this is no time for endangering her life with reckless driving. But unfortunately getting shot at prevent him from getting behind the wheel and he’s forced to sit in the back with the Queen.

Eggsy of course doesn’t wait a second before peeling off fast and of course there’s a car chase that ensue in the streets of London, until other agents can come help them out of the situation by apprehending the terrorists (or whatever they are) and the Knight with Eggsy feels a bit faint and is pretty sure he’s going to have to live with the guilt of participating in giving the Queen an heart attack.

Until the Queen starts excitedly whooping (and the Knight would never have thought to hear such a sound coming from her) and Eggsy turns for a second so they can exchange an excited grin and the other Knight groans pitifully when the Queen starts encouraging him to go faster.

So yeah, I just want Eggsy having fun showing off his skills to someone who trully appreciate them.

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I posted this over on @natgeotravel first, so figured I’d finally post it here too! I never could have imagined such an incredible place with snow covered trees, just a short drive outside of Seattle, Washington in my drive up to Alaska. It provided a perfect opportunity to get some aerial shots I have always wanted. Thanks @lisabao, @andinguyen08 and @teeter_town for showing me around and being perfect models! Music: @jteveringham
#seattle #washington #natgeo #video (at Source Lake)

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anonymous asked:

How do you feel about black people who support the ghetto stereotype? Where I live, that stereotype is supported quiet often. They don't have jobs, deal and do drugs, have children with multiple people out of wedlock, yet hardly unable to support themselves. It isn't all black people. There are a lot of white, and other ethnicities, but it's majority the black community. How do you feel about black people who put black people up to that stereotype?

This question makes me angry for a lot of reasons so I will try to answer it as calmly as possible. Have you ever lived in a black community? I have. At the corner of my childhood street, where my siblings and I rode our bikes, there was a popular drug spot that cars would drive past. My siblings and I saw a man get shot from our bedroom window in a gang related situation. Yes, a lot of black people live in poverty stricken areas, mostly because nicer options were not afforded to them, higher education was not made available to them. And as a result,better paying jobs are not an option. So of course it is easy to sit back and judge these people having “multiple babies out of wedlock” or selling drugs, but did you ever stop to think they are doing this because this is all they know? Because this is what society keeps telling them that’s all they are expected to become? Have you ever gone to school in a black community? I have. The education system is so poor my parents fought to get us into  “white” school districts so we could get a better education.  I could have ended up the same way if my parents did not move us when they could and continue to instill in us no matter what the world says that we are important and that our lives do matter. So what do I think about black people who fit the stereotype? I think they are my people. And they deserve a chance just like anyone else! 

Filming the Bellarke Hug in 3x13

Crew: Okay guys. They asked for us to keep this scene totally platonic. So it’s gonna be a quick one and hopefully we’ll all be home before 9pm.

Crew: *films the hug from ten different angles*

Eliza & Bob: Can we stop hugging yet?

Crew: Soon! *gets in helicopter to take birds eye view*

Eliza & Bob: Are we don-

Crew: *Takes a 360 shot*

Crew: *Drives by in a rover to get a run by shot*

Crew: *Takes a close up of a tear rolling in slow motion down Bellamys cheek*

Crew: Oh… Is that the sun!? I don’t think we got everything we need. Sorry you’re both going to have to come back tomorrow night and do it all again.