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“Sherlock?” Shutting the fridge door, John made his way to his boyfriend, who was currently curled up on the couch. He was obviously getting bored from the lack of crime beyond frazzled and irritated parents stealing Christmas gifts for their spoiled children. “Sherlock!” “Hm?” “What happened to the eggnog? I just bought some two days ago!” “It’s in the microwave.” John heaved a sigh and put his head in his hands. “You’re cleaning up that and whatever else is in there when it explodes. Now come on, I’m going out to get more and you might as well come too. It&r

“But they’re just stories. They’re not real.” Can you imagine what it’s like to hear those words? What it’s like to have someone you thought you could trust Tell you that what you love does not exist. It’s a sharp blade through the spine and into my heart To hear that my closest friends aren’t here with me In the now. These friends who have held me in their comforting arms When I’ve fallen and shattered on the ground, And them in mine when a battle has been lost. The family that I’ve sat with on Christmas morning And stayed up with to welcome in the New Year. “Stop watching TV

    Love is a lot of things. Love is the act of exchanging vows. Love is holding hands through a crowded street. Love is letting them make decisions about the house.     Love is quietly pointing out that there’s food stuck in their teeth.         Love is going into that store with them, even though you don’t like it.     Love is taking a walk with them even after a long, tiring day. Love is singing loudly together to the song playing. Love is making the other the best they can be. Love is something very profound.    Love is yet so simple.

Saucy Jacky asked for a date, Slipped a coin in my pocket And whispered, “Don’t be late.” My mother always warned between a kiss, “Stay out of trouble, my darling girl.” I doubt she meant something like this. Strutting up Dorset St. by November moonshine, I hardly anticipated what might come. It was too late to realize this terror of mine. Once I reached the room of the man, He smiled quite charmingly, And revealed a knife in his hand. Saucy Jacky asked for a date, And as the coffin is closed, I wish I could have changed my fate.

I didn't take this seriously. At all. Please remember this as you read.....Ok enjoy.        Now, anyone who knew Tony Stark knew that he was one to be obsessive. Partying, technology, activities behind closed doors—all were the interests of the renowned Iron Man. However, not many people knew of his other, rather peculiar obsession: Oreos. And by not many people, I actually mean no one. After all, what would people think if they saw that the playboy/superhero had such an unhealthy habit? His reputation would be ruined! So no one, not even Pepper or his fellow Avengers (who had now taken to living with him in Stark Tower after the whol