Last year, as some of you may recall, I went completely silly. As Easter is approaching this month, I thought it would be fun to share the images again. I would have just reblogged the original post, but it referenced some kind of voting situation that was only relevant at that time and I didn’t want to confuse people. If it brightens your feed, let me know and perhaps I can make some new ones for the 16th. At the very least, I’ll be sure to submit one for Meme Monday. Please reblog if you think it’s fun…I am not implementing my normal WW tags because this isn’t exactly what people expect.
A Happy Easter to the Christian Witches Out There!
Today marks a couple of different holidays. First, and most obvious given mass media, is Easter. Second is Passover. I wanted to wish blessings to our brothers and sisters who are not pagan, who are Jewish or Christian! Happy Easter and Blessed Passover!
Note: If you are approaching Easter from the perspective of “It’s another holiday Christians appropriated from us,” then please do your research. Like, really dig. As I mentioned in my article about Ostara, it happens that Easter is unique to Christianity, and Passover is specific to the Abrahamic faiths. Yes, there are some shared themes with paganism, but that doesn’t mean that they were stolen. Just as we request respect regarding our religious holidays, let us show our non pagan brothers and sisters respect on theirs!
Easter in at the Davenport Homestead was a big event. The morning started with a Sunday mass at Father Timothy’s church, followed by a big breakfast at Miles’ End and the exchanging of gifts. Baskets were passed out to the children, along with assorted gifts.
Achilles had passed out assorted flowers to the Homestead women as his easter present. He then approached Isabella.
“A very happy Easter morning to you, and someone had left you a gift prior to his trip to New York…” he said handing Isabella a bouquet of daffodils. The flowers came with a note.
I've been quietly following this account without ever sending any requests for a Real Long Ass Time now but I thought this one was appropriate for the approach of Easter ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) How would the boys react to holidays (especially "childish" ones)? Would they go all out and decorate their house and car and literally everything or would they actually rather dig a basement and curl up in it for the weeks leading up to the holiday?
Sen: I kinda just limited this to just Easter so this’ll probably come out on Easter sunday idk depends on how much shit gets done. Time to shove a whole chocolate egg up my ass now for the lord has risen.
He’s never been too into holidays but he particularly likes Easter since it’s when things start warming up and he’s already gotten into the full swing of the school year. (This is also around the time that the Miyagi qualifiers for Nationals are around so it’s nice to get just a tiny break if any) It’s not like he celebrates the concepts but it’s nice that people find value in it anyways.
It’s one of the busiest times of the year for his family’s bakery so it’s not exactly his favourite time of the year. Holidays have just meant more work for him and it’s definitely not something that he’s excited about. He stares at the calendar with a grimace cause he knows things are gonna get rough but at least he gets more experience with dealing with people so it’s not that bad (most of the time).
It’s such a joyful time of the year and he cannot wait to take his nephew out on the annual easter egg hunt at the park. The two always win and there’s nothing he loves more than the smile on his little cousin’s face when she’s jumping up and down with joy. He gets his face painted as well and people have pictures.
There’s. So. Much. Chocolate. Meiji chocolate is his gift from God and there is nothing more that he wants other than discounted chocolate so he can sit in his room doing nothing but watching anime hentai and eating. There really isn’t anything more about Easter that he enjoys.
He’s just pretty much confused by the whole concept of the Easter Bunny but he’s not gonna argue against it when he sees the kids at the primary school near his house getting excited to think about what eggs they’ll get. Yes, he’s joining his little cousins on an Easter egg hunt… no he’s not going to put on the bunny ears but he’s pretty much getting forced to.
He really really hates Easter. It’s nothing special to him but people overhype it and it’s just annoying. It’s not the fact that it’s supposed to be religious or anything like that but it’s just too tiring. Shirabu does absolutely nothing at this time but he just feels the stress that’s supposed to be relaxing from everyone else. It just feels like another time of the year in all honesty.
He’s honestly just so happy once Easter Sunday rolls around cause that means he won’t be busy anymore with his family hounding him to go to church (Look he’s an altar server and doesn’t like getting up early as it is). Also, his Lenten promise to not eat chocolate is dead to him now. (He broke it anyways but there’s just so much chocolate at this time of year, feed him please.)
He’s super pumped about Easter because his siblings are. He’ll buy them Easter eggs, yes even his sister who’s already fifteen. This time of year just fills him with energy that he didn’t know he had and he honestly doesn’t know why but he guesses that it’s the fact that summer is just around the corner and the days are getting longer again. Not festive, but it’s something he’s happy about.
Since Easter is approaching, I bet you all wonder what the Blizzard of 1968 was all about. Well, it was never by accident, I can tell you that. Easter Sunday, I purposely made the blizzard. Being alone for about one hundred and fifty years from when I first arose from those icy waters had me lost. The other spirits and personifications were either always busy or just never passing me by such as the seasons. We hardly cross paths. The only spirits, personifications, or guardians who even acknowledged my existence were Bunny and Tooth on occasion. Toothania is always bustling around as you all know. Mainly reason why I don’t talk to others is because naturally I’m outspoken being a winter being and all, or they all were too occupied to even notice. Imagine invisible to mortals and ignored by all others as well. It gets you kind of frustrated. The loneliness took its toll and out of just pure anger, I made a huge storm one day. I made one so big that I exhausted myself to not care how lonely I was anymore, but when I went to rest, a very angry bunny came after me calling me every name in the book. Since it all happened Easter Sunday, I kinda took it as a joke and laughed, but Bunny never saw it as funny. He was furious and chased me for days. That storm had got my acknowledgement and helped me become more fun and mischievous. So now you know. Don’t worry the kangaroo and I argue and bicker at times, but not as violent as we use to.
John poured himself another drink. “Don’t you have a wife to go to?”
“No!” He snapped at him. "Do not bring her into it, Grace is an innocent victim in this.“
He tilted his head, giving his husband a vicious smirk. "So I’m the bad guy for coming back. Poor innocent Grace is blameless for stealing my husband.”
“You were dead!” Harold choked on the words.
John shifted in the seat and stared at him for a few moments. "I told you I would come home. I asked you to wait, and I promised to come home. You didn’t trust me when I said that.“
"They told me you were dead, Mr. Reese.”
Harold’s eyes widen at the dark expression that crossed John’s face. He knew he was seeing the CIA Agent, not the young soldier he had fallen in love with. He had been so shocked to find out John was military, that he almost called off the relationship before it even began.
They had spent the night making love, and really even as corny and romantic as it sounded, it was the only words Harold had to describe that first night together. He had gotten the best night’s sleep he had in a while.
He had woken up to the morning light, curled up in John’s arms.
He slowly slid out from under them, and made his way to the shower. He couldn’t help the eyeroll at the sappy smile on his face, when he looked in the mirror. Nathan was right, this vacation was what he needed. Halfway through the shower, the curtain pulled back to show John standing there in his full sleepy naked glory.
Harold reached out to pull him into the shower. It was John’s quick reflects that kept them from falling onto the floor and breaking something. The deep laugh, sent shivers down Harold’s spine, at that moment he didn’t care how, he was going to make sure he kept John in his life.
‘I’m too tall for us both fit.’ John helped Harold stand. 'I’ll wait.’
'No it’s okay, I’m done.’ He pulled him down into a kiss, then slapped his ass on the way out of the bathroom.
'Condoms.’ His voice carried from the bathroom. 'Buy some.’
Harold quickly got dressed, grabbed his wallet from the dresser, and left the room. It wasn’t until he got to the local pharmacy when he realized his mistake. He had grabbed John’s by mistake. Cringing at his stupidity, he at least hoped there was enough cash in his wallet to pay for the condoms, and he would pay him back.
He ignored the cashier’s smirk, as he dug out the few bills that were stashed away. He fumbled for the bag, and dropped the wallet. With an exasperated sigh, he bent down to pick it up and saw the ID, the Military ID.
Jesus endured it all. And I’m reminded of it once again as Good Friday and Easter is approaching. Jesus was arrested, flogged, whipped, mocked, spit on and eventually crucified. And the crazy part is…it was all for me and my sins. For us and our sins so we may understand the love of Christ and have eternal life with Him.
“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” - Galatians 2:20
The past few months, I became so unhappy and unsatisfied with my life. Dealing with church conflicts, trying too hard to invest in friendships that don’t reciprocate, stress from my workplace, not having financial security, feeling so lonely, and my own inconsistencies of not living the “abundant life” Christ has laid down his life for me to live.
As I spend this Lent season reading through the four books of the Gospel, I began to see less of my problems and more of God’s glory and who He is. The more I focus on Jesus– how he responded to those who were against him, his patience, how he gave without expecting anything in return, his humility, his dependency on the Father– the more I realize how foolish I am for not seeing the bigger picture. It may be hard now but I have a glimpse of the end goal.
I see myself standing in front of God in my dented, dirty amour, battered and bruised, in tears crying out, “it hurt so much at the moment…I was so lonely…it wasn’t fair…” but it was all worth it if it’s for You…
our new ceo sent out an email to the entire company with like a two paragraph summary of what easter is and why it’s so important, and then wished everyone a joyous easter. very different approach from our old ceo, who was hindu and didn’t wish anyone anything.
Closing his eyes, Castiel looked out
into the void, searching for the faint traces of the spell that had linked Dean
to Y/N. It glowed like flickering embers through the planes, creating a clear
path that skipped back and forth, criss-crossing over itself, but it shouldn’t
be too hard to follow it back to its origin.
When he opened his eyes again, Castiel
smiled tentatively, but said nothing. Then he disappeared, leaving two very
confused hunters behind to stare at each other. The angel reappeared moments
after, gripping an old, dishevelled looking lady clutching her purse as if her
life depended on it.
I met a girl once. Sweet, smart, and atheist. I don’t know her well. She doesn’t even know my name. But she was one of the biggest blessings for me in my life.
She was angry, ranting. Easter was approaching, and she was harping upon the horrors of the crucifixion. What kind of a monster of a god would let his own son die for a bunch of lousy humans who don’t appreciate it? How can anyone with a logical mind accept that as truth?
At first, she floored me. How can anyone believe that? But then I realized the answer.
I’ve never been good with the idea of grace. It made me feel uncomfortable, since I always find myself wanting to work for it. But that girl’s challenges showed me that God already showed me grace before I was even born. I can never work for it. God, in his wisdom and love, eliminated the slightest possibility for working for salvation before I even knew Him.
What kind of a God would let his only Son die for sinful humans who, even saved, don’t appreciate Him?
“For it is by grace you have been saved,through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.” - Ephesians 2:8-9
Years ago Miss Emma Nolan of Pemberley was left heartbroken by the unfaithful Neal Cassidy. Now an older and wiser young woman a chance meeting with the scandalous Captain Killian Jones leaves her determined to not make the same mistake. A OUAT AU fused with Pride & Prejudice where David and Snow are Lizzy and Darcy and Emma is Georgiana. Wonderful beta work done by @venagrey and @kat2609 thanks so much!!
Happy Birthday @belovedcreation (a week late!) I know you were a fan of this idea and I hope you enjoy what came out!
The Pemberley estate was known as one of the largest and most well-managed in all of England. It contained vast acreage of forests, fields and lakes, all carefully paid for and tended to by its owner, Mr. David Nolan. But while Mr. Nolan could tell you the yields and size of the estate, it was his younger sister, Miss Emma Nolan, who was best able to describe its beauty.
For it was Miss Nolan who spent her mornings riding about the estate, enjoying forest, fields and lakes with no thought of commerce. Indeed, her thoughts while riding rarely strayed into anything so mundane. But what exactly the young woman pondered on those long and early mornings is best left to the imagination, as it was scandalous enough that her brother and sister-in-law allowed her to go out unaccompanied.
To be sure, Mrs Mary-Margaret Nolan thought it no strange thing, as she herself was particularly fond of walking and before marriage had often had occasion to wander the countryside near her family’s home of Longbourn. It was just such a long walk that had helped spur David’s heart toward the then Miss Bennet. Her sister-in-law understood the need for solitude and activity, especially when one was nursing a broken heart, and encouraged Emma on her daily rides. If Miss Nolan also wore trousers, pinned her braided hair back under a riding cap, and rode astride—well, her older brother need never know.
Given Nolan’s attention to detail and status as master of the house, it was unlikely that he did not know of Emma’s improper behavior. But as he had never chosen to censure her, she felt free to continue in her preferred manner, and in time, the long rides she took nearly every morning came to be regarded as routine.
It was in the middle of one such ride in late February that Emma exited the woods and came upon a man struggling with a high-spirited black Arabian. Her first thought was surprise at his presence on her family estate, her second thought was that he was a terrible horseman, her third that his hair, a rich black, and face, with short beard and high cheekbones, were most handsome.
Today is Easter. It is a very important day in our family’s faith. It is also a day when most like to get dressed up in something special to go to Mass. It is also day 14 since chemo started. We were told that on day 15 Jeanette would lose her hair. Jeanette is like everyone else in that she bought a beautiful dress to wear to Mass today. She was not like everyone else in that she also bought a scarf and a hat not knowing if she would have hair on Easter. I knew she was hoping to have her hair for this day, but she was also wanting to be proactive in choosing the time when she would lose it. Her choice was to let the girls have some fun and let them cut her hair, but she was unsure of the exact day. As Easter approached, she was having some tingling in her scalp. This tingling and a soreness in her scalp would be a sign that her hair was about to go. This morning, she started having some of her hair come out in her hands. Enough that she debated whether she should even wash and style. She elected to compromise, by washing her hair and then wearing the hat she bought. She was quite cute even though I know I am biased.
Tonight was our hair cutting party. Each girl was given a pair of scissors and told to go at it. Each daughter cut a lock of her hair to have as a keepsake. After that, the two youngest had fun cutting off all her hair as if they were giving her a makeover. The rest was up to me with a razor. No man should ever have to shave his wife’s head, but this is what she wanted. In the situation we are in, you look for ways to be in control and I get that and that makes it ok.
When we were done, the girls said “wow you look cute”. I think she looks sexy. She has this “Alien” Sigourney Weaver look going…