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Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

❛ What are your Easter plans? ❜
❛ You’re never too old to hunt some eggs! ❜
❛ I’m going to Church, mind joining me? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter my friend! ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s supposed to snow on Easter! ❜
❛ We’re coloring some eggs for Easter, want to help? ❜
❛ I’m baking some goods for Easter, mind helping me? ❜
❛ Are you supposed to boil the eggs before coloring them? ❜
❛ Hey! I got a dollar in one of my plastic eggs! ❜
❛ I never really went egg hunting, ever in my whole life. ❜
❛ So, you walk around and find eggs? That’s it? ❜
❛ Are you going to go shopping with me later? ❜
❛ How does this outfit look? I’m going to wear it for Easter. ❜
❛ Who gets drunk on Easter? ❜
Oh, Easter! Another holiday to use as an excuse to drink! ❜
❛ I drink on all holidays, especially Easter. ❜
❛ I’ve got a surprise egg for you! ❜
❛ Help me fill these eggs with candy. ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s already Easter. ❜
❛ I never really cared much for Easter, or any holiday. ❜
❛ You didn’t come to the Easter festival today? ❜
❛ Isn’t this like for kids more than anyone? ❜
❛ A holiday to play with eggs! Sounds delightful! ❜
❛ I’m taking my child to see the Easter bunny, want to tag along? ❜
❛ I always loved getting my picture taking with the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ This egg is my egg, I’m keeping it. ❜
❛ Please don’t say you’re wearing that? ❜
❛ I made you a Easter basket. ❜
❛ I got you a Easter basket anyway. ❜
❛ Easter candy is my favorite! ❜
❛ Don’t wait up for the Easter Bunny for that one. ❜
❛ Christmas and Easter are probably the two holiest days in the Christian calendar. ❜
❛ I enjoyed watching the Easter Parade. ❜
❛ The shops are closed on Easter. ❜
❛ Are you going to that Easter thing this weekend? ❜
❛ I’m decorating for Easter, want to help out? ❜
❛ Hey, check out this cool Easter banter I’m going to hang later. ❜
❛ I have a chocolate egg just for you. ❜
❛ I love Easter and all the pastel coloring! ❜
❛ Pastel colors are Easter’s aesthetic. ❜
❛ I just love all these pastel colors! ❜
❛ Tell me, what is Easter again? ❜
❛ Ahh, Easter! Another holiday with great candy! ❜
❛ I’m so not ready for Easter yet. ❜
❛ So, doing anything fun for Easter coming up? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend! ❜
❛ I always loved Easter as a child! ❜
❛ Easter is like my favorite holiday! ❜
❛ I got you a Easter card, hope you like it. ❜
❛ What should I get my boy/girlfriend for Easter? ❜
❛ I really wanted to get you something for Easter. ❜
❛ We should totally sign up to be in this Easter parade. ❜
❛ They’re handing out free candy because it’s Easter this weekend. ❜
❛ They do have Easter baskets on sale, want to get check them out? ❜
❛ There is nothing in this basket but candy? ❜
❛ I’ve got some extra Easter supplies you can use to make a basket. ❜
❛ Easter is like a arts and crafts holiday. ❜
❛ I’ve never been so excited for Easter before! ❜
❛ Why are you so excited for Easter? ❜
❛ I think this Easter will be better than my last. ❜
❛ It just feels like another day to me. ❜
❛ I can’t believe you don’t want to have some fun! ❜
❛ Did you get the basket I mailed you? ❜
❛ I mailed you gift. ❜
❛ Happy Easter! ❜
❛ I don’t really want to participate in this event. ❜
❛ Aw, you’re such a downer! Cheer up! ❜
❛ I really need your help with sitting this up. ❜
❛ I will never be able to pull this Easter party off. ❜
❛ Hey, it’s a double holiday! My birthday is this Easter! ❜
❛ So, is Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you’ve never went egg hunting before. ❜
❛ You have not lived until you’ve hunted for eggs like they were gold. ❜
❛ It’s a Easter costume contest, just do it with me! ❜
❛ Who wears a costume on Easter? Other than the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Plot twist, I’m the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ What’s a good book to read to kids on Easter? ❜
❛ This is the best way to go about doing it I guess. ❜
❛ I really didn’t Easter was this weekend. ❜
❛ I thought Easter had already passed. ❜
❛ Is there going to be food at this event? ❜
❛ Aw, what a cute picture of you and the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ I’ve got so many baskets to make this year. ❜
❛ I’m going to church with my family, I told you already. ❜
❛ I love this Easter day sale. I’ve been here all day. ❜
❛ All the stores are having a sale for Easter and I’m not missing it. ❜
❛ I just bought so much Easter crap. ❜
❛ I collect Easter eggs, if you were wondering why I have so many. ❜
❛ Okay, we got everything we need, now let’s get to work. ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter thing in the gym, want to go with me? ❜
❛ I never understood Easter. ❜
❛ Does the Easter bunny have a name? ❜
❛ Let’s just go shopping, that’s always helpful. ❜
❛ I really must admit, I didn’t think you could pull this off. ❜
❛ Is that a Easter bunny I see? ❜
❛ Let’s go to the petting zoo for Easter! ❜
❛ I love Easter festivals, they’re so much fun! ❜
❛ Well, for what it’s worth you make the best Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Wow, you work as the Easter bunny at the mall? ❜
❛ I’m dressing up as the Easter bunny this year for all the kids. ❜
❛ I’m just here to take pictures for my scrapbook. ❜
❛ Let’s start a Easter scrapbook! ❜
❛ So, we’re heading out early tomorrow, set your alarm. ❜
❛ Man, coloring eggs is pretty messy. ❜
❛ You should have put newspaper down before. ❜
❛ I got you a pet rabbit for Easter. ❜
❛ What’s a good Easter gift for someone? ❜
❛ Is Easter this weekend? ❜
❛ Ever notice how Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I’m ordering pizza for Easter, I don’t care! ❜
❛ Okay, so cute these papers into shapes of eggs or rabbits. ❜
❛ I’m send you a special someone for Easter. ❜
❛ Did you ever get that Easter basket I made for you? ❜
❛ I love making Easter baskets! It’s so much fun! ❜
❛ We’re setting up a Easter theme. ❜
❛ This is a beautiful Easter play idea. We should do it. ❜
❛ Are you auditioning for the Easter play? ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter day play, you want to come? ❜
❛ It’s perfect weather for a Easter Sunday! ❜
❛ Okay, help me hide these eggs for the kiddos. ❜
❛ We have to hide all these eggs. ❜
❛ Fill the rest of those plastic eggs. ❜
❛ The eggs you found you keep. ❜
❛ There is going to be a egg hunting contest later. ❜
❛ Don’t forget to watch for the Easter bunny on TV later. ❜
❛ I’m not that into Easter this year. ❜
❛ How are you not ready for Easter? ❜
❛ Is Easter always chaotic like this? ❜
❛ I’m going to take Easter pictures with my family. ❜
❛ Easter cards are an actual thing? ❜
❛ Wait, so you had no idea it was Easter? There are posters everywhere. ❜
❛ I auditioned to be in the Easter play at school so I could skip going to church with my parents. ❜



anonymous asked:

Wait I'm sorry for being misinformed, but the info about Paul calling Yoko a jap tart is not true? From what i read he sent a letter to john (i think) saying this. So it's not true? (because thank god if it's not true)

it’s okay, anon. let me reiterate: 

the full message – if you believe francie, that is – was “you and your jap tart think you’re hot shit” and the full quote reads:

“John obviously loved Paul enough to let him run wild if it would help ease the tension Paul was creating in the studio and at home. Yoko could see it too.

But Paul was treating them like shit too. He even sent them a hate letter once, unsigned, typed. I brought it in with the morning mail. Paul put most of his fan mail in a big basket and let it sit for weeks, but John and Yoko opened every piece. When they go to the anonymous note, they looked puzzled, looking at each other with genuine pain in their eyes.

‘You and your Jap tart think you’re hot shit’, it said. John put it on the mantle, and in the afternoon, Paul hopped in, prancing much the same self-conscious way he did when we met.

‘Oh I just did that for a lark…’ he said in his most sugar-coated accent.

It was embarrassing. The three of us swiveled around, staring at him. You could see the pain in John. Yoko simply rose above it, feeling only sympathy for John. I was sad to see the Lennons go, even though it took the pressure off of Paul.”

putting aside that you can already read the clear bias between the lines, sometimes in other retellings of the story, it’s said to be a postcard and other times it’s a typewritten message left in an envelope. the discrepancies here alone should tell you something. 

now, where does the claim come from? it comes from an ex-girlfriend of paul’s from the late 60s, who he has parted not on the best terms with: francie schwartz. francie wrote a book about her relationship with paul where francie claims that while john and yoko stayed at cavendish, they received a note saying “you and your jap tart think you’re hot shit”.

why is it bullshit? i have several points to make:

francie schwartz is one of the most unreliable sources in beatles history. ask any beatles researcher worth their salt on their opinion about francie and her book. what’s more important in this particular case: she relies almost exclusively on sensational claims to make her book body count (1972) more palatable and exciting to a general and broad public instead of actual proof. other such claims include paul having been sent love letters from brian; a claim just as insubstantial and without any actual tangible proof. 

first off, to get a more personal picture of francie during the time she wrote and published her book you have to ackowledge her agenda as the scorned ex-lover as is evidenced by the book itself as it displays a great deal of vindictiveness towards paul. read body count and you’ll know what  i mean. it’s absolutely vile in places.

second, the book was published in 1972 – when paul’s critical reputation was possibly at one of its lowest points – and it was published by none other than jann wenner’s rolling stone press, which very obviously chose john’s side in the john versus paul breakup era split and which back in the day had a lot of sway in the music industry. the magazine wasn’t yet the joke it was to become. something else that is interesting and slightly related: jann wenner. paul’s critical acclaim wasn’t at it lowest point because mccartney (the album) was years ahead in its day and the press just didn’t get it, but because wenner directly influenced his reviewers to slam paul for – as wenner saw it – breaking up the beatles. here’s the relevant quote:

“When I became record reviews editor, I made it clear to him after a few months — nobody had done the job before me — that the record review section was an independent republic within the country of Rolling Stone. That meant that nobody else could tell me what to review or what a writer could say. They could argue with me, but ultimately it was my decision. And that worked well. There was one incident where Paul McCartney makes his first solo record and people thought it was wonderful: this rough, homemade one-man-band album. It was accompanied by a press release, a self-interview, about why he no longer needed the Beatles and how little he thought of them … this real obnoxious statement, you know? I assigned it to a friend of mine, Langdon Winner, and Jann saw the piece and said: “We can’t run it this way — he’s just reviewing it as if it’s this nice little record. It’s not just a nice little record, it’s a statement and it’s taking place in a context that we know: it’s one person breaking up the band. This is what needs to be talked about.” I said I didn’t agree and “in any case it’s up to Langdon to say what he wants to say.” Jann said, “We have to talk about this.” So we went to dinner that night and spent three fucking hours arguing about this record review. Finally he convinced me. So I went over to Langdon’s and sat down with him and spent three more hours arguing with him until I convinced him! Now to me this was the essence of great editing, of how you put out a publication that is utterly honest. All that time spent over one 750 word review! And it was worth it.”

—Greil Marcus in conversation with Simon Reynolds,

Los Angeles Review of Books

there are other instances where wenner displays his clear bias against paul, which was especially rampant in the time where paul was hailed as the talentless and flighty hack who did nothing more than book the studio for the beatles and john as the deeply misunderstood true lyrical and musical genius behind the beatles. a narrative that was formed then and persists to this day.

third, a number of writers – including, disappointingly, doggett and carlin – have recounted the “jap tart” episode from paul to john and yoko as fact, but it’s NOT. it’s the unverified retrospective eyewitness testimony years after it happened of a very much biased, secondhand source. we’ve never seen evidence from anyone else that this event occurred. no picture, no copy, nothing. just like any other event francie “remembers”, if i might add. and since other private notes and copies from letters and even journals exist from other and more deeply involved with the beatles people, it is suspicious.

even during “lennon remembers” – also done with involvement from wenner – john himself admits that his examples of the others treating yoko badly in the studio or elsewhere come off as him being paranoid. if he had indeed a clear and very much damning example, such as this “jap tart” postcard or typewritten message or handwritten note, why didn’t he bring it up? or, more glaringly, yoko herself? when discussing why she and john left cavendish in philip norman’s paul bio, she doesn’t mention this incident at all. why didn’t either of them ever bring up this incident in all the years after it supposedly occurred? 

it’s also important to point out that the narrative that paul was an absolute and continuous horror to john and yoko during the let it be era is just that: a narrative. let’s see what yoko has to say:

“After the initial embarrassment, then – um, now Paul is being very nice to me. He’s nice, and a – a very, um, str– on the level, straight sense. Like, um, whenever there’s something happening at Apple, he explains to me, as if I should know, [inaudible] and things like that. And also whenever there’s something like they need a light man or something like that, he asks me if I know of anybody in the art world, and things like that.

And like, um, I can see that he’s just now suddenly changing his attitude, like he’s being – he’s treating me with respect. Not because it’s me – but because I belong to John. I hope that’s what it is, because that would be nice. And I feel like he’s my younger brother or something like that. I’m sure that if he had been a woman or something, he would have been a great threat – because there’s something definitely very strong between John and Paul.

And, um – and probably among those three people of George and Ringo and Paul, Paul is the only one that I can sort of feel the vibration [from]. Like, sort of sense it, you know, that something is among that. ‘Cause Ringo and George, I just can’t communicate. I mean, I’m sure that George and – I’m really sure that they’re both very nice people, but that’s not the point… I think that’s because being, uh, [because of John, Paul, and me] being air signs, like Libra, Gemini, and Aquarius.”


another point is the nature of the source itself: francie didn’t – at least as far as we know – write any of these instances down, be it in her diary, or even in a letter to her mother, with whom she stayed in contact during that time. all of which would have made the claim more credible, as those would have been never intended for public view and subsequent consumption as her book was. 

she wrote them in her memoir, something she wanted people to buy, and there has been discussion that wenner encouraged her to promote the “sex and dissension” between paul and her and paul and the beatles in her work, because that’s what would sell and ensure publicity. 

lasty, i’ve seen another valid point brought up: linguistics. “hot shit” is something that is more an americanism – francie is american – than something used in the late 60s by someone of liverpool descent.

tl;dr: francie’s claim is unfounded and to this very day has zero (0) proof to it. 

i’ll include another good quote about the issue under a read more should you be interested.

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More Sportarobbie Headcanons? You Gotta Be Kidding!

(Ya boy running outta titles. Send help)

•"Segja ahhh~…“
•Movie nights are held in Robbie’s lair

•They used to be in the local movie theater, but the kids kept, you know, being kids
•Now Robbie just borrows the tape, lowers a screen, and the two snuggle until the movie’s over
•Robbie likes romantic comedies and he made Sport SWEAR not to tell anyone
•They also like to watch trashy and cliche movies together for a good laugh if it’s been a rough day
•Robbie can manually (magically) make his voice louder and make it carry

•He’s done this several times when the kids aren’t listening
•It does something downright awful(ly amazing) to poor Sport
•"Robbie, how can you do all these things?“
•Robbie: *unenthusiastically throws up a handful of glitter* "Magic.”
•Their first kiss was awkward as all hell, but it got better like two seconds later

•It was quick with the kids all around them chanting, “KISS! KISS! KISS!”
•It was followed by then avoiding each other’s gaze and deciding that the ground was much more interesting
•That was until Stephanie and Trixie literally shoved them at each other and they were kinda forced to look at each other
•Sport quietly whispered “Do over?” and Robbie just kissed him right then and there
•They were happily kissing when they noticed that they were still being watched
•Robbie’s the better kisser, despite the fact they both kinda suck at it
•"Of course, I slept with Robbie last night!“
•Sport watched Robbie down three milkshakes in half a minute and he could have swore he lost 10 years on his life
•Robbie experienced the same thing with he watched Sportacus down like six protein shakes
•Robbie: *sitting in his boxers and a tank top, eating chips*
•Sportacus: “Beauty. What did I do to deserve to have such a magical creature as a boyfriend?”
•Sportacus isn’t vain about his looks, but if it’ll get Robbie’s attention…

•"What a hot day! I think I’ll take my shirt off.“
•Sportacus: *with his leg caught in the catdoor* This is fine.
•Robbie: Do you need he-
Sportacus: thIS IS FINE.
•Robbie and Sportacus flirt in Icelandic when there’s other people around

•Nobody understands what they’re saying, but it usually ends with Robbie kissing a tomato red Sportacus before telling him to go play
•Robbie: “If you were to eat several bags of candy would you, like, DIE or would go into some type of coma?”
•Sportacus: “I worry about you sometimes.”
•Robbie and Sportacus share an Animal Crossing New Leaf town

•Robbie, the mayor, takes care of collecting Bells to fund the projects and new buildings, along with a MIGHTY NEED for completing the ENTIRE museum
•Sportacus, the “co-mayor”, takes care of the villagers problems and the flora of the town
•Robbie mails Sport a basket of fruit everyday with a different love letter reach time
•Sport saves them all
•Somebody moved in on Sports flowers and Robbie had never wanted somebody out of their town more
•They know they can’t exactly sleep in the same house, both their houses have a spare bedroom, designed by themselves to fit the others tastes

•Sport’s house contains completely blue and white items with a bit of people and red here and there
•He keeps his bed in his main room too, says it’s like the airship
•His back room is where he keeps all the cool bugs and fish he had found that Robbie had already put in the museum
•His basement is his spare bedroom, designed to fit Robbie’s taste

•Robbie’s house is mostly purple and grey with blue in a few places
•He was given a bed by Sportacus, but he shoved it in the back room (with all the other gifts he loved)
•The attic is his spare bedroom, designed to fit Sportacus’ taste

•They sometimes invite the kids over to their town and they have free reign of the place, but if they trample even ONE of Sport’s precious flowers, Robbie has vowed to close the gates forever.

•"Did you save?“

Title: The kids these days are calling it polyamory

Pairing: MegxCasxKevin

Rating: General

Wordcount: 2,119

Notes: written for @theactualpiemaker and @spnpolybingo, square ‘Meet the Family’


The box fan in the window droned noisily over the occasional burst of traffic in the street outside, the low level hum of Cas’ aquarium by the bookshelves a white noise Meg had learned to block out. It was an uneventful but rare Saturday off work, too hot in late June and Meg almost wished she was at work where there was at least air conditioning.

Sitting cross legged on one side of the couch, Cas had both his feet on her thigh and a book propped on his bare belly. He was usually always naked or in boxers around the apartment, whether it was summer or winter.  Across the coffee table scattered with empty glasses and the overspilling mail basket, Kevin sat staring blankly at a cook book. His half finished grocery list sat next to his elbow while he quietly continued his break down in fits and starts.

Meg was getting used to how much Kevin freaked out on a regular basis. She continued calmly painting Cas’ nails a shimmery midnight blue.

“I mean, do you guys even want to meet my mother? It’s a little early for that, anyway. Right?” Kevin asked.

Meg shrugged, “I could take it or leave it.”

Cas set his book on his belly and turned his head. “I’d love to meet your mother.”

“But I don’t know how to explain this to her. I told her I was moving in with my boyfriend a month ago and she won’t stop asking me to bring him over for dinner but I didn’t tell her that my boyfriend had a girlfriend who’s kind of my girlfriend and I don’t know how to explain any of this.”

“Kevin,” Cas said firmly, “take a deep breath.”

Nodding, Kevin breathed quietly for a minute. Meg capped the nail polish and shook it. It was getting a little old and goopy.

“I mean, it’s not like I want to hide you, you know?”

Leaning back against the couch arm, Meg told him, “I’m not really the kind of girl you take home to parents. You can hide me all you want.”

Cas nudged his foot into her stomach reproachingly.

Meg swatted his shin, “Hey, watch those toes.”

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Lena Luthor/you fic chapter 4

Originally posted by swallowedabug

Previous installments:

A splash of cold water hits your face, snapping you back into consciousness.  You sputter and blink rapidly, trying to clear the liquid from your eyes, and a sharp pain shoots through your head from the back of your skull.  The room you’re in is lit by a single, swinging light bulb above your head and the walls are made up of simple grey concrete blocks.  

Despite the way your head aches, you lift your face to get a look at your captors.  You aren’t surprised, really, to see the man from the motel.  The figure next to him, however, is unfamiliar.

“So, you’re the one who crossed our client?”  He drops the metal bucket in his hands to the floor and walks up to you.  “I was expecting something more…impressive.  Especially since you’ve been fucking the Luthor bitch.”

A rough hand grips the underside of your chin and forces your face up towards the light.  He moves your head side to side, studying you.  You don’t speak.

“You know what happens now, don’t you?  I mean, you have to expect this when you get involved with someone like them.  The Luthors aren’t a very…forgiving family.  But—“ he releases your chin and you level your gaze, “—this is going to take a while.  You know how this business works.  Some people pay us to get their problems out of the way.  Some pay for revenge.  Lillian will be out soon—she’s paying someone else for that—so obviously she wants the latter.  That’s where you, and this,” he explains, nodding towards the far side of the room where a camera sits on a tripod, “come into play.”

“Then get it over with.”

The two men look surprised that you’ve chosen to speak and exchange a glance.  

“You’re going to make this fun, aren’t you?” he rubs his beard thoughtfully and then turns to his partner.  “Let’s make the first tape then.”


Lena’s heart dropped when she arrived at work that morning and saw your desk empty.  She had finally been able to sleep last night after leaving your apartment, having felt like maybe things would turn out alright between the two of you.  

Lena allowed herself to try your cellphone twice before she deleted your number.  She wouldn’t let this devastate her.  Not after she had finally climbed every other mountain in her life.  

And if she was being honest, she was angry with herself.  Someone with her intelligence and life experience should have seen this coming from a mile away.  You weren’t going to change for her.  This wasn’t some romantic comedy where the rough around the edges girl has a heart of gold.  No one was coming to save her from her sadness.  It had been foolish to hope for that, even for a short time.

Three days passed before the yellow envelope showed up in her mail basket.  As per usual since you disappeared, she poured herself a large glass of wine before sorting through the mix of ads and bills.  The fact that her name and address was handwritten, combined with the lack of a return address, caught her eye and she picked up the yellow rectangle curiously.  There was something solid inside and Lena opened it and tried to remember if she had ordered anything online lately.  A clear CD case with the words ‘Play Me’ scrawled in black ink across the front clattered onto her kitchen table.

A sense of unease pooled in Lena’s stomach as she reached into her bag and pulled out her laptop.  Sweat coated her palms and the dark haired woman chewed her bottom lip while the machine whirred to life.  It seemed to take forever for the DVD to load and when it did, Lena’s heart dropped.  A choked whimper escaped her lips at the sight of the room captured on the video.  

Your mother sends her regards, Lena.”

An unfamiliar man spoke into the camera and then walked into the center of the bare room.  There was no doubt that you were the figure tied to the chair under the light and Lena covered her mouth with her hands.  She sat, frozen at her table, and watched as the man walked over to you and without a moment of hesitation, struck you across the face with a closed fist.  The sound echoed against the cement walls and Lena felt her blood turn to ice.  Your head snapped to the side as another punch was thrown.  

The small timeline on the bottom of the media player showed 15 minutes remaining on the film.

You think you’re tough, huh?”

The man grabbed you by the hair and craned your head up so that the lightbulb illuminated your face.  

How long do you think you’ll last before you start crying like a little bitch for your girlfriend, huh?  We have all night.”

He used his other hand to throw two fast punches across your face.  You spat out a stream of blood and the man grunts a laugh.  Another figure stepped into the frame, gripping what looked like an aluminum bat, and Lena couldn’t watch anymore.  Her hand shot forward and she slammed the pause button.  A wave of immense guilt washed over her at how fast she had assumed the worst of you.  Lena had sat in her own self-pity for days while you were somewhere suffering because of her.  Her hand trembled and she reached forward and scrolled to the end of the video, needing to know whether or not you were alive.  A sob ripped through her chest at the sight of you slumped over in the chair, blood staining your shirt and face.  Your chest still rose up and down.

Lena’s vision blurred with tears and she practically leapt up from the table, now filled with panic and adrenaline.  The heiress ran towards her balcony, almost as if on auto-pilot, and she threw open the french doors.


Her voice cracked from how loudly she screamed the hero’s name and Lena gripped the railing separating herself from the streets below.  She sucked in another breath and repeated her desperate cry.  Aware of how hysterical she had to seem, but uncaring, Lena continued to strain her vocal chords until, finally, the red and blue clad girl landed beside her.

“Lena, what’s wrong?”

“My mother—“ Lena gasped, mascara running, “—she had them take Y/N and they’re hurting her—“

“Slow down,” Supergirl gripped her shoulders and did her best to steady the woman.  “Who took who?”

“Y/N, my…” Lena’s voice faltered and the blonde understood almost immediately.

“It’s okay.  Who took her?”

“I-I don’t know.  Two men, but I don’t know.  My mother hired them to h-hurt her and there’s a video on my computer.”

“It’s all right, Lena.  Can you show me the video?” Supergirl’s voice was level and steady, but even she found herself thrown off by Lena’s distressed state.  The CEO was always so poised and yet she seemed reduced to a mess now.  

“Yes,” Lena nodded and led her into the nicely furnished condo.  Supergirl did her best to hide her horror at the images on the laptop that Lena showed her.  

“Can you save her?”

“I’ll do my best,” the hero promised earnestly.  “I’ll let you know as soon as I find something.”

Alright guys, what should happen next chapter?  More pain and suffering or more pain and suffering? :)

Excerpts from “Body Count” by Francie Schwartz

(After Paul and Francie’s first meeting)

“So he went away, and a month went by. […] The phone rang, finally. He said hello, and I said hello, and I thought it was someone else. He said, “No, it’s me.”

‘When are you recording?’

He excused himself, and as if the other three were sitting right there digging the whole conversation, yelled ‘Hey fellas, when are we recording?’

He came back to the phone. That evening. Eight, Abbey Road, EMI Studios. Could I make it? Could I ever. Opening the big, door to the cavernous studio, I got a frieze of four Beatles, gathered around a grand piano, four owls, gazing with half-amused looks at me approaching. Paul was wearing his tightest, sexiest dark green pants; no more the baggy business man, now the rave-up rocker. He seemed taller, ready for music, and I had to reach up when he asked me to massage his shoulders. At the beginning, I huddled in the corner, digging Yoko’s sweetness, but by the time the hash and goodies were out, I was dancing to a pulsing ‘Revolution.’” (page 76) 

“He settled right into a chair, with me on his lap. The eyes were bigger than ever, and the kisses started on the neck and worked their way into more interesting places. The sheepdog followed us into the bedroom to watch. He hadn’t been terribly good or terribly bad. He seemed to rush into it, as if thinking about it meant he wouldn’t make it.”  (page 77) 

“His eyes searched mine in a tender, helpless way […] ‘Do you think you could take care of me?’ 

‘I don’t know, we’re so different. I’d be glad to give it a try.’” (page 78)

“It’s not important sometimes if a person isn’t particularly good in bed. He had his hang-ups, and I think that he felt sometimes that he wasn’t manly enough. […] The relationship began on his ‘save me’ lament, not on a rush of sexual flashes.” (page 79)

“He wasn’t happy. But the big things that were driving him mad were beyond me. He kept working and writing, but when John came over, all he could talk about was how much he loved Yoko. That disturbed Paul.” (page 82)

“John, Yoko, and I would watch the telly through the evenings when Paul was out raving and drinking and getting it up for God knows who.” (page 85)

“John obviously loved Paul enough to let him run wild if it would help ease the tension Paul was creating in the studio and at home. Yoko could see it too.

But Paul was treating them like shit too. He even sent them a hate letter once, unsigned, typed. I brought it in with the morning mail. Paul put most of his fan mail in a big basket and let it sit for weeks, but John and Yoko opened every piece. When they go to the anonymous note, they looked puzzled, looking at each other with genuine pain in their eyes.

‘You and your Jap tart think you’re hot shit’, it said. John put it on the mantle, and in the afternoon, Paul hopped in, prancing much the same self-conscious way he did when we met.

‘Oh I just did that for a lark…’ he said in his most sugar-coated accent.

It was embarrassing. The three of us swiveled around, staring at him. You could see the pain in John. Yoko simply rose above it, feeling only sympathy for John. I was sad to see the Lennon’s go, even though it took the pressure off of Paul.” (page 86)

(During a conversation with Billy Lancaster, Burt Lancaster’s son) 

“’You went with Paul McCartney, didn’t you?’

‘I bet you just love it when people ask you about your father, don’t you?’ He was surprised. He half-frowned.

‘No really, what’s Paul like? I heard he was gay.’

‘He might have gone that way but he didn’t. He really didn’t dig fucking that much, if that’s any kind of an answer.’

‘They stayed at our house once when they were on tour. I hardly remember. I was kid.’” (page 103)

Chapter 3

I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I actually can’t believe I asked Dan to be my partner for this project. I’m probably going to end up doing all the work—though I think I prefer it that way. At least I know Dan won’t screw anything up.

“Since you’re my partner, do you want to come over today and start the project?” I asked as Dan appeared at my side once I got to my locker.

“Yeah, partners,” he mumbled seeming distracted.

“Are you okay? You’ve been kind of off today—not your usual dick-ish self.”

“Yeah, off, huh?”

“Dan. Seriously, what’s wrong?” I demanded rather than asked.

A thin smile formed on his lips—not his usual cocky, lazy smile, but a forced one meant to pretend he’s alright.

“I’m fine Angel. Please don’t worry about me.”

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NicoMaki Pocky Day

Surrounded by white walls, the doctor’s vibrant red hair stood out as she moved quickly through the hallway. There was a look of irritation on her face, and she didn’t care to hide it.

Eyes that would normally stare at the doctor’s beauty were instead drawn to the large basket she was carrying. It seemed a bit heavy, but with one glance, those watching could tell that she didn’t want any help with it.

She stopped at a room and quickly opened the door. Inside was a bed, and in the bed was a patient.

Skin as white as porcelain contrasted with long, jet-black hair that reached past her modest chest. Maki might have been distracted by her features at first, but after seeing this patient countless times, she was almost unaffected. Almost.

“Ooh, Maki-chan!”

“That’s Doctor Nishikino to you, Yazawa Nico.” Like everyone else, Nico’s attention was directed to the large basket.

“Hehe, Maki-chan comes bearing gifts… Oh, I wonder what she has to give Nico Nii~” Maki groaned loudly as she placed the basket on the bedside table. It barely fit on the table. The basket started to tip over, and, in a panic, the doctor caught it. “Pffft.”

“Is something funny, Yazawa-san?” Maki picked up the white envelopes that had dropped on the floor. “To Nico-chan, the number one idol” was written on one of them.

“Nothing~” Nico tried to hide her smile, but was unsuccessful. Maki glared at the girl, but Nico was looking at the basket instead. “Anyway, what’s in there?”

“See for yourself.” As Nico sifted through the giant pile of fan mail inside of the basket, Maki went over to the chart by her bed. After confirming that there were no new changes in her condition, Maki turned to leave the room.

“Oh, thanks for delivering this to me, Maki-chan.”

“Like I’ve been saying, it’s Dr. Nishikino to you. And besides, it’s not like I wanted to do this for you.”

“Oh really? Maki-chan should be more honest!” The doctor stopped walking towards the door and turned back towards her patient. Nico wore a sly smile on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Nico stretched out her words as she spoke. “Maki-chan delivered these personally didn’t she? Instead of telling a nurse to do it… That must mean she wanted to see Nico, right?”

“W-what are you saying?! Don’t mistake me doing my job for something else!” The doctor’s face turned as red as her hair, an uncommon sight for most people. Nico, on the other hand, had seen it multiple times.

“Haha! Don’t be so loud. You don’t want the nurses rushing in here agai-” Nico suddenly fell silent. Maki rushed to her side.

“Nico-chan, what’s my name?” With a worried look on her face, Maki inched closer to Nico, not wanting to upset the girl.

“Maki-chan, of course!” As if used to the question, Nico answered quickly. As Maki breathed a sigh of relief, Nico seemed to pause once more as she reached her hand into the basket. “Hey, Maki-chan, what’s the date today?”

“It’s the 11th of November. You didn’t remember that?” Maki asked curiously, trying to confirm that Nico’s memory was okay.

“I was just making sure. More importantly…” Nico pulled out a small red box from the basket. “Do you know what day it is today?”

“Are you alright, Yazawa-san? I just told you the date.”

“No no no no, I’m talking about the day, not the date.” Maki tilted her head in confusion. “It’s Pocky Day, Maki-chan! Pocky Day!”

“Is that some made-up holiday?” Now that she knew that nothing had changed with Nico, Maki was growing tired of the girl’s antics.

“No, it’s a real thing, I swear!”

“What’s so special about Pocky Day?” Another sly smile appeared on Nico’s face.

“Fufu… Do you want to find out?” Maki was a bit dubious, but decided to indulge the girl a bit longer. Between the black-haired girl’s slender fingers was a thin stick that was covered in chocolate except for one end. She put that end in her mouth and leaned towards Maki.

The redhead realized what was happening, and a part of her wanted to leave without causing any trouble for herself or Nico.

But the part of her that took action… the part of her that leaned too far forward… the part of her that knew that Nico would forget about the kiss…

That part of Maki wanted to take back the years she had lost because of Nico’s condition.

If Blizz tries to do an asspull and flips this whole thing around to “ha HA all along Xe’ra was just a trick! it was all sargeras’ plan Illidan is but a mere PAWN and is a VILLAIN beyond redemption ha ha ha ha!” I’ll mail them a fruit basket with a thank you card

anonymous asked:

prompt: Sheldon sees that Amy is not feeling well so he decides to cheer her up by bringing her chocolates and flowers

So I got this one awhile ago… But I thought everyone might like a fluffy easter story… Short and fluffy.

“I mean easter is just preposterous.” Sheldon scoffs as he and Amy walk through the stores Easter aisle. “How can children possibly believe that a giant rabbit hops all over the world carrying baskets and hiding eggs?”

“Bunnies don’t even have opposable thumbs.” Amy agrees. “An Easter gorilla would make more sense.” Amy muses.

“Did you know the Easter bunny first arrived in America in the 1700s with German immigrants who settled in Pennsylvania and transported their tradition of an egg-laying hare called “Osterhase” or “Oschter Haws.” Sheldon asks Amy raising his eyebrows challenging her knowledge.

“I did ; did you know the custom was first mentioned in Georg Franck von Franckenau’s De ovis paschalibus in 1682 referring to a German tradition of an Easter Hare bringing Easter eggs for the children.” Amy counters and he smiles at her.

“I did know that.” He tells her and Amy picks up a long eared chocolate rabbit and looks at it wistfully.

“Still… I did used to wish I would get one of these guys when I was little. Every easter I would go to bed wishing I would wake to a basket filled with jelly beans and bunnies. All I ever got was four hours of church.” Amy sighs setting the rabbit down.

“Your mother never got you an easter basket?” Sheldon asks.

“No, she was fine with Santa Claus but for some reason the Easter bunny was the devil’s work. Did you get an easter basket when you were little?” She asks and he shakes his head yes.

“Oh yes, up until I left for college she made me a basket every year. My Memaw still mails me a basket every year. Filled with all the chocolate and sugared marshmallow chicks the heart could want. We too had to endure church afterwards, dressed in ridiculous easter costumes.”

“Easter costumes?” Amy asks confused.

“Easter finery, my mom always dressed me and my twin sister alike. Only her outfit would be a dress with a bonnet and I would have a suit and hat.”

“I bet you guys looked adorable.” Amy coos thinking she would kill to see a picture of that. Next time she talked with Mary shoe would have to tell her to post on on her Facebook.

“Then after church we would have a giant easter egg hunt on the church lawn that would make the hunger games look tame.” He says shaking like recalling an unpleasant memory.

“You act like that sounds horrible, but I would have loved that. I was so jealous of the kids who go to have easter egg hunts.”

“You think you would be but you would be surprised. My brother and sister always got more eggs than me. They would push me down and trip me to ensure their victory. Although one year my brother pushed me into some bushes and I found the coveted golden egg. There was ten dollars inside. My brother and sister were so jealous , victory never tasted so sweet.” He says smiling.

“Did victory taste like marshmallow chicks?” Amy teases and he mulls it over.

“Actually yes.” He says laughing.


After Amy drops Sheldon back at his apartment he goes to his bedroom. Still thinking about the easters of past. Now that he thinks about it he guesses easter wasn’t so bad. He does still enjoy getting his baset from Memaw every year. It starts to bother him that Amy had never received a basket filled with chocolate and a stuffed rabbit. If they ever had children together he would want them to have the experience of having an easter basket.Then he gets an idea, easter is tomorrow. He could get the items to make Amy her very first easter basket.

“Leonard I need you to take me up to the store.” He says walking out of the bedroom.

“Weren’t you just at the store with Amy?” Leonard. Asks annoyed looking up from his computer.

“Yes, but I need to go back out.”

“Whatever.” Leonard Says getting up from his chair and grabbing his coat. He drives Sheldon up to the store and is confused when Sheldon goes to the seasonal section and starts filling the cart with easter treats. “I never knew you cared about Easter.”

“I don’t , but Amy has never had an easter basket before and I wanted make her first one for her.”

“That’s actually really nice.” Leonard says impressed with his friends growth.

“I know.” Sheldon say proud of himself. “This ought to get me out of at least a few things right?” He asks setting a stuffed bunny dressed in a white suit in the cart. Then shaking his head no and exchanging it for a stuffed monkey wearing easter bunny ears.

“Anndd… There it Is.” Leonard smirks at him knowing. His friend would want something in return for his kindness.

When they get home Sheldon assembles Amy’s basket and is very proud of his work. The basket has everything you could ever want in an easter basket. Even an easter lily in a purple pot. Sheldon is so proud of his handiwork that he can’t wait until morning to give Amy the basket. He starts to think it might be more appropriate to go to her apartment now and use his key to get inside. Then he could leave the basket on her table and it would be like the easter bunny really did come to her.

It was awkward riding the bus with the giant basket filled with treats. He is starting to get some eager glances from a child sitting in his mother’s laps.

“Sorry,I would share but this is my girlfriend’s first easter basket. I am the easter bunny.” He tells the little boy

“You’re the easter bunny?” The little boys asks worried.

“Not the real easter bunny, of course the easter bunny is not real. I am just playing the easter bunny for my girlfriend.”

“The easter bunny is not real?” The little boy asks starting to sniffle.

“Oh look at that, it’s my stop.” Sheldon says getting up hastily and practically running off the bus.

Sheldon has to walk an extra block to Amy’s apartment. It is worth it to be off the bus and away from the littles boy and his disapproving mother. Once inside the building he lets himself into Amy’s apartment. It is dark inside and he breathes a sigh of releif that she is asleep and he can leave his surprise as planned. He sets the basket on her coffe table and arranges the easter lily and the stuffed monkey from inside basket and arranging it beside the basket. When He was young his mother always set his stuffed bunny outside of the basket. When he thinks it looks perfect he gets up to leave and then stubs his toe on her end table making him call out in pain.

“What’s going on…” Amy calls rushing out of her bedroom. “Sheldon? What are you doing here?” He looks at her sheepishly as he sits on the edge of her couch.

“I was trying to play easter bunny. So You would have a surprise when you woke up.” He says and Amy then sees the basket on her coffee table.

“What did you do?” She says happily sitting down in front of the basket.

“You said you always wanted a basket so I got you one” he says shrugging like his gesture was no big deal. Then he sits beside her on the couch.

“An easter monkey! You remembered what I said!” Amy squeals hugging the monkey then Sheldon. Amy sets it beside her and goes through the rest of basket exclaiming over every item. Tasting bits of the candy as she goes.“Sheldon this was wonderful thank you so much!” Amy says getting teary.

“No reason to get emotional. I just wanted to do something for you.” He says smiling at her and she wraps her arms around him and kisses him on the mouth. Her lips taste like peep sugar,jelly beans,and a little salty from her tears.

“It was wonderful! One of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” She tells him kissing him again. He kisses her back, pulling her gently into his chest.

“Better than your birthday present?” He asks huskily and she looks up at him with a sly grin on her face.

“Nothing is as good as that.” She admits staring into his eyes. “ I know you were planning on running away like a real bunny…” She says biting her lip and looking down shyly gently rubbing his chest. “But since I caught you… Maybe you could stay the night?” She asks biting her lip and looking into his eyes. His blues eyes are hooded and dark and they make her feel shaky.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He says pulling her back towards his mouth for another kiss. Amy kisses him back thinking this was the best easter she had ever had.

In it’s place morning, noon and midnight. You can never have enough storage and its important to designate a space to store everyone’s coats, shoes, gloves and hats. Consider vertical storage like cabinets, baskets for mail, pegs for keys and hooks for coats, leashes and backpacks. Working on your organization game plan?  Remember to choose materials that are easy to clean (like these gorgeous midnight blue cabinets that will hide a fair amount of dirt) and plan for more storage than you think you will need. You can never have enough storage and its even better when its organized stylishly.

So I was almost positive that in the manga, Haizaki didn’t hit/kick his teammates the way he did in the anime. Which means it was added in specifically for the anime. This can only mean one thing.

Fujimaki is going to try one more time to make ultimate asshole Haizaki hated by the fans by making him even MORE of an asshole.

I feel you Fujimaki. I really do. But I think you’re on an impossible quest :(

A night under the winter stars

She finished up cleaning the last pile of tableware putting them away in the cabinets afterwards. From what anyone can see she was clearly excited and in a rush to get home on time for their date later tonight. She grabbed her coat and said her good byes to everyone lastly being Gray by kissing his cheek,”I’ll see you at home.” She smiled and headed out of the guild hall with a big smile on her face while walking home,once there then took out her keys and got the mail and closing the door behind her. Putting her keys in the dish with the mail in the basket,going into their room she took a quick shower and put on one of her sitting dresses and grabbed her brown boots putting them on and waited for him to come home.

Matt’s a daddy!!

Mello was dressed in his usual leathers. Leather was after all easier to get blood off and, with his job, getting blood on clothing was inevitable. His gun was hidden in the pocket of his coat. He opened the front door as he did every morning but this morning when he looked down, in place of the usual mail, was a basket. A basket with a baby in his. a folded piece of card tucked into the blanket wrapped around the baby with ‘Matt’ written on it. “MATT!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!”


Actually that’s a lie I know why I’m thoroughly entrenched in old gods nonsense, it’s because I have some weird affixiation with cosmic horror and big stupid eldritch monsters and biomass abominations. I just like that stuff.

But if I had the opportunity, I would go back in time and fight HP Lovecraft. I would punch him in the jaw and break all his racist sexist classist homophobic anti-semitic legs, steal his cat, jump out his window while flipping him off then call all his friends and tell them where to mail me the gift baskets for freeing them.

But yeah tentacles are pretty cool.