kicking cars

ronan: [kicks a trash can] i hate school so much. fuck this i dont even wanna graduate. i wont go to college this is bullshit, this is Bullshit [punches a locker] fucking shit damn it i Hate school
adam: [walks in]
ronan: anyways i love school

you could curse a police officer out, kick their car, throw a temper tantrum and throw trash. and that still doesnt mean they get to kill you. what the fuck is wrong with yall? why do you think police get some special license to kill when they get disrespected?

if they cant do their job without murdering unarmed people, they dont deserve their badge, or anyones respect.

*people call a system of mass incarceration that treats black youth as criminals by default and works to legally enslave them via prison labor violent*

Racists: Lol how is that violence?

*protester kicks a car*

Racists: Omg violence is wrong, what would MLK say if he were alive today

Skippers was our best friend.  He was kind, thoughtful, energetic, and excellent at retrieving frisbees.  Sometimes I’d throw one over the hill and he’d come back with two or three.  It was as if he understood them, fully understood them, you know what I mean?  He felt the inner essence of the frisbees and they trusted him completely.  It was a beautiful relationship.

We used to take him for walks, although he never really liked them.  He was always jumping around, never felt really comfortable on a leash, and so we eventually just started driving him out to the countryside where he could run free for a couple hours.  We’d watch the sunset together over a few root beers, and then casually meander back to the car, kicking up seeds and dirt on our way, wishing the friction of the ground could slow our inevitable journey back.

Most times when I was sad, he’d walk over, jump up, and place his arm around me like he was giving me one of those side hugs that fake friends give. But he wasn’t a fake friend; he was a pure, real, true best friend.  I trusted him.  He had faith in me, too.

It crushed me when my girlfriend and I broke up, but it crushed me even more when she demanded Skippers come live with her.  Sure, they had a relationship, but I was the one who spent all my free time with him.  I was the one who carefully filled his water bowl right to the top and gave him pats as we watched Survivor together on the sofa. He was my best friend and I cried for hours at the thought of losing him. 

It wasn’t amicable at all.  She would not give in.  I begged, I pleaded, please let Skippers live with me.  Please let my little Skippers stay.  I’ll give you my Now That’s What I Call Music CD collection, I’ll give you my Playstation 2, anything!  But she would not hear it.  She wanted Skippers and she would not stop until she had him.

After a week of tossing and turning in bed, I came up with a solution.  Hey, I said, calling her up, let’s go to a neutral location and whoever Skippers runs to when it’s time to come home, is the person who can take him home.  Let’s do it fairly.  Reluctantly, I feel, she agreed.

The next day we set Skippers lose at the park and ventured to opposite sides. He leapt from place to place, bounding to and fro, gleefully unaware of the importance of his next decision.  I can not lie, I shed many tears that afternoon.

When the sun set, naturally Skippers began to grow tired.  He sniffed the air, barked a low hum, and then looked back and forth.  We slowly approached him, each eagerly waiting for him to make up his mind.  Who do you want to go with, she said.  Yes, who, I nodded, tears still streaming down my face. Skippers looked up at both of us with a wise look on his face, like he understood what we were each going through. 

Just then, a little boy tossed a frisbee right over the hill. Skippers, of course, dove after it.  We waited for an unusually long time.  I had begun to grow worried.  Just when I had decided to run after him over the hill, he bounded to the summit and produced two frisbees hanging from his mouth.  Slowly but purposefully, he plopped one in front of each of us and wagged his nice brown tail.  Skippers was our best friend. He was kind, thoughtful, energetic, and excellent at retrieving frisbees. 

One night, Michael Orchard of New York state noticed that his neighbor’s house was on fire. Taking matters into his own hands, he blasted through his neighbor’s fence with his car, kicked in the back door, and rescued the family’s dog from the inferno.

There was one problem, though.

When the cops showed up, they found Orchard standing there like an action hero, clutching the dog in front of a house that was most definitely not ablaze. The source of the confusion – the fact that Orchard had taken acid and a shitload of cough syrup – was quickly identified, and the rescue mission was quickly reclassified as breaking and entering.

The medal ceremony was quickly canceled.On the plus side, Orchard was very cooperative and immediately paid for the damage to the house. And the dog was unharmed, unless you count the depression he suffered when he realized he wasn’t going to get to go for a ride. So although the heroism wasn’t needed, was actually counterproductive, and resulted in a disappointed dog, this is still legitimately one of the greatest heroes 2016 has produced, and we should all be deeply ashamed that we’re honoring him here.

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He wasn’t ready for the VTEC YO 😂

“If your partner has not used any physical violence yet, how can you tell if they are likely to head in that direction? These are some of the rumblings that can tip you off that a violent storm may come some day:

  • When they are mad at you, do they react by throwing things, punching doors, or kicking the car? Do they use violent gestures such as gnashing teeth, ripping at their clothes, or swinging their arms around in the air to show their rage? Have you been frightened when they do these things?

  • Are they willing to take responsibility for those behaviors and agree to stop them, or do they justify them angrily?

  • Can they hear you when you say that those behaviors frighten you, or do they throw the subject back no you, saying that you cause their behaviors, so it’s your own problem if you’re scared?

  • Do they attempt to use their scarey behaviors as bargaining chips, such as saying that they won’t punch walls if you will stop going out with your friends?

  • Do they deny that they even engaged in the scary behavors, such as claiming that a broken door was caused by somebody else or that you are making up or exaggerating what happened?

  • Do they ever make veiled threats, such as “you don’t want to see me mad,” or “You don’t know who you’re messing with?”

  • Are they severely verbally abusive? (Research studies indicate that the best behavioral predictor of which men will become violent to their partners is their level of verbal abuse.)

Although these questions can help you determine the degree of your partner’s tendency to violence… the fact that you are even considering their potential for violence means that something is seriously wrong.”

– Lundy Bancroft, Why Does He Do That? Inside the minds of angry and controlling men. 

(pronouns made neutral for wider applicability, “men” left in in last bullet to maintain accurate reporting of studies mentioned)

Electric cars are not as new as most people believe. They’ve been around for quite a while and in fact, from 1899 to 1900, were more popular than gasoline-powered cars. There were loads of manufacturers and developers, and the fact that they were thought to be a lucrative market was further enforced when notorious glory hog Thomas Edison got in on the action and started developing efficient, affordable electric cars with Henry Ford.

With combustion engines seemingly on the ropes, it looked like the electric automobile was destined to become the industry standard.

Electric cars took a knockout blow when huge oil deposits were discovered in Texas in 1901. America’s suddenly giant oil supplies dropped the cost of fuel cars dramatically, which was more than enough to tip the scales their way.

Electric cars weren’t killed overnight – Edison and Ford were still trying to collaborate on a commercially viable model in 1914, and one company still produced up to 2,000 of them as late as 1920 – but the impact of plentiful, cheap oil kicked the electric car’s ass right to the margins of the industry, where they remain even today.

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Request: True love - Part 1

Request: I would like one about Juice and me meeting and falling in love and eventually getting married. 

I’ll follow a storyline suggested by a friend, I think it’s funny, cute and Juice deserves love 😍 Your opinion is always welcome.

y/b/n - your brother’s name; y/n - your name, y/l/n - your last name; y/h/c - your hair color; y/e/c - your eyes color

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of abusive parenting, self-confidence, self-esteem

Originally posted by soaimagines


“Damn it!”, I cursed and kicked the car’s tire. I was coming back from an important meeting in Stockton, driving my brother’s car, when it broke on the road, just outside Charming. I tried to call my brother, but he wasn’t picking up. Sighing, I did a quick research on internet and found Teller-Morrow Automotive’s number. I called and asked someone to pick up the car.

I waited and I thought about how I got to Charming. My brother and I had a tough childhood. We are twins, but my mother only wanted one baby, the perfect baby boy. Y/B/N got all the attention, while I was rejected. I didn’t blame him. My brother defended me, loved me and we left that abusive house together. Now, we were living in California, just bubby and I. It was enough for us; we would always have each other.

“Hi”, I heard a man with Scottish accent greeting me and looked up. He was handsome, tall, had a goatee and long hair, “Did you call a tow truck?”

“Yes! Yes, I did”, I nodded and jumped off the car, “Thank you so much, this thing just died”

“It’s okay”, he smiled, “We can fix it. You have to come and sign the papers though; we can give you a ride”

“That would be great”, I smiled and handed him the car keys, “I’m Y/N by the way”

“Nice to meet you Y/N”, he shook the hand I was holding out for him, “I’m Chibs and that one over there is Juice”

Chibs pointed to a man leaning against the truck, waiting. My jaw almost dropped. Damn he was hot! He had a mohawk and funny tattoos on his head. The Scotsman shout for him and both started to work on the car as I watched. I noticed Juice looking at me once or twice and tried to stay calm. A man like him would never look to a woman like me. I wasn’t particularly beautiful or good in dating. I felt myself blushing and looked away from them. Damn you Y/B/N for not answering the phone and your car for broke!


I sat between Chibs, who was driving, and Juice, who was in the window seat. I couldn’t understand why he was blushing, but I thought Juice was cute. I leaned over him a couple times when Chibs swerved the truck and he just grunted to my apologies. 

We finally arrived at TM and Juice quickly jumped off the truck. I thought he would run, he probably want to get away from me, but he waited at the door to help me hop off the vehicle.

“Thank you”, I whispered, blushing as much as he was.

“You’re welcome”, he gave me a shy smile and I nodded, following Chibs to the office where I should sign some papers.


Juice’s POV

“Come on Juice boy”, Chibs patted Juice’s back on his way to the tow truck, “Car to pick up”

His brother grunted and took the driver’s seat. The Scotsman had a hangover but wouldn’t let the younger man drive. Last night, Chibs had tried to get Juice drunk, make him forget his last heartbreak, but he let his brother drinking alone and went to bed.

Juice couldn’t understand why he was always falling for the wrong girls and why they were always leaving him. He would buy them gifts, treat them like queens, but in the end, they would say he was too clingy, blame his OCD and would break up or cheat. Gemma said he was too cute for his own good and a smile was enough for him to go after a girl like a puppy. His brothers mocked on him for falling even for crow eaters who were nice to him. However, he couldn’t give up. One day Juice would find his old lady, the one who would stay.

Chibs parked the truck on the side of the road, behind the car they were supposed to pick up. His brother walked to the vehicle and talked to someone inside. Juice saw when a girl with y/h/c hair jumped off it, happy to see them. They shook hands, turned to him and Juice could really look at her.

She was beautiful, had bright and big y/e/c eyes and a smile on her lips. She was blushing and it was adorable; Juice felt his own cheeks getting red when he noticed that she had caught him staring. He rushed to help Chibs while the girl waited, but couldn’t help to look at her again while he did his job.


Obviously, Chibs had noticed his glances towards Y/N and let her sit between them at the truck, though Juice had offered her the window seat. His brother smirked all the way to TM and swerved the vehicle, making her lean over Juice a couple times. He must have sounded grumpy with his grunts to her apologies. Juice would hide Chibs’ favorite whisky to make his brother pay for that ride.

Juice helped her to hop off the truck and slowly walked to the garage, watching the girl as she followed Chibs to Gemma’s office. He stayed close to the door between the room and the garage, trying to listen them talking.

“What is happening?”, Tig whispered behind him and snickered.

“Nothing”, Juice sighed, finally listening the Y/N’s voice. Gemma had left her alone for a few minutes and she was yelling at someone.

“You heard it! TM!”, she yelled and huffed, “I did call you Y/B/N! You didn’t answered it!…What did you want me to do? Wait on the side of the road? Alone?…Oh you better hurry!”

“What are you doing?”, Juice jumped at Gemma’s voice. She was raising an eyebrow at him and Chibs was right behind her, looking at the clipboard.

“But her name is Y/N”, the Scotsman said, making Gemma turn around to look at him, “And it’s saying Y/B/N Y/L/N here”

“She was just driving the car”, Gemma sighed, “He’s the owner and will pay for our services”

She shoved Juice out of her way and closed the office’s door behind her. Juice watched as Y/N walked to the gate and hopped in a car.

“Damn she has a boyfriend”, he sighed and pouted.

“What?”, Tig looked up from the car he had been working on.

“The girl”, Juice answered, “She was yelling at her boyfriend on the phone and he owns the car”

“No your idiot”, Chibs groaned, opening Y/N’s car hood, “Her brother owns the car”

“Who?”, he asked and the Scotsman just growled. Juice ran to the counter, on the back of the garage, and checked the file Chibs had left there. Y/B/N Y/L/N was the car’s owner and his sister, Y/N, had signed as the person responsible for it. Juice smiled; he still had a chance.



My brother wasn’t happy about his car and absolutely mad about me accepting a ride on TM’s truck with Chibs and Juice. We had been living in Charming for almost 6 months and we already knew who SAMCRO was.

“I had no choice Y/B/N!”, I groaned as we entered his office that morning, “Your car broke on the damn road!”

My brother grunted and let himself fall on his chair, “SAMCRO Y/N! SAMCRO!”

“They aren’t that bad. Actually, they were nice to me”, I shrugged and he looked at me as I was insane.

“You’re terrible”, he sighed, “Let’s work”


Later that week, I got a call from TM. It was Chibs and my brother’s car was ready. Y/B/N was in a meeting, a very important one, so I decided to get his car back. I left him a note, called a cab and asked the driver to drop me off at TM. I was walking to Gemma Teller’s office when someone called me.

“Hi sweetheart”, I turned around and saw a woman smiling at me, “Can I help you?”. She was quite impressive, taller than me, with big boobs and a beautiful hair.

“I-I came for my car”, I stuttered a little, “No, not exactly my car, it’s my brother’s car, but I was driving it when it broke, so… I’m here for my brother’s car. Not my car”

“I see”, she smiled and I noticed I had been rambling. She held out a hand for me, “I’m Venus. Gemma isn’t here. Would you like to wait inside?”

“C-Chibs called me”, I looked and pointed to the garage, still nervous. God, why I couldn’t talk to people without stutter or ramble?

“He’s not here either darling”, she motioned to the fence. There were no bikes there, “Let’s go inside, get you a cup of coffee”

“That would be great!”, suddenly, Venus had become my best friend. I couldn’t help it, she just had said the magic word. Coffee.


Venus was great. She was funny, beautiful, smart and told me about every SAMCRO member. She was Tig’s old lady and they were moving in together.

“We will throw a party to celebrate this new chapter of our lives”, she smiled and I could see how happy she was. Venus patted my hand, “You should come darling”

“Oh I-I’m flattered Venus, I really am”, I blushed, “But…I don’t know…I’m just a client, I-I can’t…”

“Darling, of course you can”, Venus wrapped her arm around my shoulders, “It’s my party and I’m inviting you…Well, it’s Alexander’s party too, but I’m sure he won’t mind it. He will love to have more people to celebrate with us”

“I-I’ll think about it”, I said and she pouted, “I promise”

We heard bikes and Venus smiled, taking me outside. I watched, stunned, as the men parked their Harleys. I recognized Chibs among them and Juice too. Our eyes met for a second before I blush and look down.

“Hi lass”, I heard Chibs’ familiar Scottish accent, “Your car is ready”

“Yeah, I came for it”, I smiled and Chibs asked me to follow him. Before I do it, Venus introduced me to Tig. He was nice, had bright blue eyes and couldn’t look away from Venus. I greeted him and rushed to meet Chibs, almost bumping on Juice. I glanced at him and he was staring at me. My cheeks were burning and I practically ran to the garage.

Juice shouldn’t look at me like that, I wasn’t that pretty or good for him. My ex-boyfriend used to say I was trouble and he was right, I was paranoid, I would only make Juice’s life miserable. Why would he look at me anyway? A handsome man like him must have a girl and she probably looked like a model. I had seen the girls inside the clubhouse. One of them must be his girlfriend, sleeping on his arms every night…I shook my head and sighed. I definitely didn’t belong to that place.


Juice’s POV

She was at TM again. Y/N, the beautiful girl with shy smile they had rescued on the road days ago. Juice sat at the picnic table and stared the garage doors, watching as Chibs talked to her.

“What are you looking at darling?”, Venus asked, walking closer to him. Juice liked her, she was nice to everybody and Tig had become a better man because of her, everybody could see it.

“Nothing”, he whispered and looked down at his boots.

“I think you are looking at that beautiful girl talking to Filip”, he looked up and Venus was smirking. She was a good, like Gemma Teller’s standards good, “Go talk to her”

“I-I can’t”, he mumbled, looking at Y/N and Chibs again. He had thought about that girl all week, telling himself he was going crazy and she would break his heart too.

“Why not sweetie?”, Venus patted his shoulder, “You’re a handsome man, I doubt she would ignore you”

“She must have a boyfriend”, Juice sighed, “A beautiful girl like her”

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend”, Venus affirmed, making him look at her again, “I had been talking to her in the last hour. She lives with her brother and they just moved to Charming. No relatives, no friends here”

“Then…Then she will dump me…Eventually”, Juice bit his lip, “She will say I’m too clingy, my OCD drives her crazy…Just like the other girls. I’m tired of this”

“Well darling…”, Venus raised his chin with her finger, “We all know you have been looking for your old lady, the one and only…How can you be so sure she isn’t the one? You barely talked to her”

Juice blinked a couple times, thinking about Venus’ words. She was right; he was afraid but he should try it once more, “S-Should I ask her out? Dinner? Movies?”

“Venus has the answer for you darling”, she smirked, “I just invited her for my party next weekend”

To be continued…

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***I’m not stupid. When you’re a rat, you’re a rat. That’s it. You’re a snitch and you get handled accordingly. That being said however, I AM biased and I did not want my baby to have to go through all that. 😫😫 ***

“Stupid piece of shit!“

With a huff and a halfhearted kick at your car, you groaned and leaned against the door. Taking a glance around, you didn’t see a car coming from either direction for as far as you could see. You were thankful that it wasn’t the usual 90 degrees with the approaching winter. With no other choice, you pulled your phone from your pocket.

Opening up the map, you searched for nearby towing companies that could come out and pick you up. The car was old, that you knew, and you should’ve really gotten the engine fixed before you decided to drive out to California but funds were tight. All your money had pretty much gone to the moving company and the humble house that you’d bought in Charming. You figured you would make the move and then fix your car when you got the chance. Seemed like that time was now.

Scrolling through the various mechanic shops and checking the reviews, you decided to just pick the one with the closest distance and highest rating. You dialed the number and after 3 rings, the serious sounding voice of a woman picked up.

"Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair, how can I help you?”

"Uh, hi. I was just calling to find out if I could get a tow? I’m stuck out on the outskirts of charming and my engine totally went out.“

"Do you know exactly where you are?”

With a glance around, you looked for some time of sign or landmark but found nothing.

“Not really. I passed the Welcome to Charming sign about a mile back.”

Gemma nodded and knocked on the glass window connecting the office to the garage, motioning for Juice to come to her.

"Alright sweetheart, I’ll have someone go out now. He’ll be there in about 10 minutes. “

You smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you ma'am.”

You hung up the phone and slid it back into your pocket, crossing your arms across your chest and taking in the cool breeze while you waited for the tow truck. Sure enough, within 10 minutes the truck pulled up and parked in front of your car. A man with a black shirt and cargo pants hopped out and started walking towards you with a warm smile. You took note of his tattooed head and arms. He pulled his glove off of his hand and extended it towards you.

“Hey. I’m Juice.”

"Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. Thank you for coming out here. I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to find me.“

He shook his head with a laugh.

"It’s a real small town, it’s pretty easy to get around. Gemma said you had just passed the sign so I knew more less where to find you.”

“Well thank you again.”

"No problem. If you want, just get whatever you need out of the car and then together in the truck while I start hooking everything up.“

You nodded and gave him a thankful smile.



From that day on, you and Juice had become friends. On the ride back to TM he’d found out a lot about you. Where you moved from, how old you were, what your hobbies were and in turn you’d learn some things about him. He obviously worked at TM, was a mechanic, had part ownership of a dispensary and was in the MC. He’d pretty much left it at that, eager to learn more about you and make a friend. Turned out that the house you’d purchased was about 3 streets down from his and a close friendship bloomed over the course of the next couple weeks. You’d been in town about a 3 months now and had snagged a job at TM, thanks to Juice, and he’d also extended and off to hire you at the dispensary on the weekends if you ever needed some extra cash.

You had both gotten pretty close over the course of the past month and had even found yourself at the clubhouse for a party or two whenever you decided to take Juice up on his offer. Most of the time the two of you would simply go out together or hang at each others houses, not going to the clubhouse much and after the last couple of times going, you had a feeling that you had figured out why.

Whenever Juice spoke of the club, there was always such a fondness in his voice, a love for the club and his ‘brothers’ as he called them. He also always displayed that love whenever he was around them, but you’d noticed that it seemed to be a bit unrequited. It seemed that they weren’t nearly as accepting of him and while you didn’t know the reason behind that, it didn’t sit right with you. Juice was fragile, you’d picked up on that pretty quickly. He wanted love and acceptance. From what you could see, he wasn’t getting that from the club and as a result, you always made it a point to provide that for him.

Some days everything was great and he was happy as could be and others, like tonight, the reality of his place in the club would weigh heavy on his heart, and his head would get too loud, and the only place he found comfort was curled up with his head in your lap.

You both stayed silent as he laid there, you gingerly running your fingertips along his skull, tracing outlines of his tattoos before gently massaging his scalp. You felt the vibration on your leg as he let out a hum of pleasure.

“You’re gonna put me to sleep.”

You laughed but continued to massage him, knowing how much he needed the relaxation and stress relief.

“Then go to sleep. You know you can always crash here.”

At that, Juice sat up from your lap and sat beside you cross-legged as he looked down at the leather of your couch. He picked at a stitch with his finger.

“Why are you always so nice to me?”

You didn’t say anything at first, his question confusing you.

“What do you mean ‘why’? You’re my best friend. I care about you. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

He shrugged and finally looked up at you.

“I always fuck everything up. I don’t mean to, I just…do. I always make a mess out of everything. That shit gets old eventually, i’m sure. Once I fuck something up in this friendship you’ll see what I mean.”

You shook your head and grabbed his face in your hand, making him look at you.

“Stop. You aren’t going to fuck anything up Okay? Stop being so hard on yourself. Everyone fucks up, some of us more than others. You have a good heart Juan, you heart is in the right place. That’s all i care about. Unless you try to like, kill me or my dog or something, I’m always gonna be nice to you.”

He laughed lightly and ran his hand over his face, the air a little lighter now. You smiled at him and grabbed his face again, pulling him towards you to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you Juan. Even if no one else does, I do. Always remember that.”

He nodded and blushed, leaning back on your couch and pointing at the TV.

“Let’s play some COD.”

“Mistletoe” ( J-Hope Fluff)

Originally posted by sunshine-hobi

Title: Mistletoe

Featuring: J-Hope (BTS) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: G

Summary: J-Hope has a plan.

Requested by anon! If you’d like a winter/Christmas scenario, go here!

You kicked your car door shut with your foot, arms filled to the brim in bags  overflowing with wrapped gifts. You’d managed to get all your shopping done and even wrapped up in one day, and you felt pretty proud of yourself, albeit exhausted.

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Imagine Dean being nervous to kiss you goodnight

Originally posted by poorbeautifuldean

Summary: after your first date with Dean, he initially fails to kiss you goodnight, but then changes his mind

Song Inspiration: (Kissed You) Good Night, Gloriana

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 650

Warnings: none, just Dean fluff

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