#lenon iced tea

[panic-like-the-disaster-you-are]

(the correct answer is lemon, but let's see!)

#tumblr polls #iced tea #which is better #lemon iced tea>> #peach iced tea #lenon iced tea #polls #drink lemon iced tea like an intellectual <3

[likesomekindofcheese]

basorexia with john lennon if you still write for the beatles would be cool! if not then a queen member of your choice is fine

Ooo! OOOOOOooooo, that sounds so nice and romantic! Thanks anon! I hope you like it!

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss

It was a quiet evening at Aunt Mimi’s. Quiet by the standards of the Lenon house that is. Or so John told you.

You were nervous about going in for Sunday dinner. You had dressed up nicely as you could and made sure you were as squeaky clean as you could be. From what John told you, she could be as fierce as a dragon.

As you were welcomed in, John ran up to you.

“Y/N! How’re you!?” he asked, giving you a deep hug.

He didn’t smell as badly of cigarettes and instead of soap and sunshine. You breathed it in. Then Aunt Mimi let out a tight cough- hem. You both let go, embarrassed.

As she began to pour careful glasses of ice water you felt her tiny, beady eyes analyzing your every move. Seeing if you were decent enough for her troublesome nephew. Someone who could even get him out of trouble and get him to be a proper lad. You sat up straight and said “Thank you,” sipping your water.

She then brought out a casserole dish and several vegetables. John looked so handsome in his button-down and with his hair curled and styled like Elvis. You swore he looked a little like the King if you squinted. He gave you a cheeky smile. As Aunt Mimi served one bit of chicken casserole, you felt his foot poke yours.

“Why than-k yoooou...Thank you, Miss...” you said politely as you could. You then shot a look at John.

She folded her napkin and said a prayer. Dutifully, you squeezed your eyes shut and then opened them up to take careful bites of food.

“So Y/N, how are your studies?” she asked.

You nodded, “they’re going well, I guess...”

“Y/N here’s the smartest person I ever met!” John bragged, filling his plate with far more casserole and only a few bites of broccoli.

“No, I swear I’m not,” you said, looking down at your hands on your lap.

“Yes, you are!” John insisted.

Looking up, you grinned at him, and he grinned at you back. That smile. That blasted smile. It always made you weak at the knees. You wanted so badly to kiss him. He even leaned forward as if he could, but you pulled yourself back. Shooting him a look.

“Not in front of her” you mouthed as Aunt Mim dabbed her tight lips with a napkin. 

“Do you have room for dessert? I made a chocolate cake-I hope you’ll like it. And I can give you milk or tea with it?” she asked, eyeing the confection on the counter.

Nodding politely, you said “yes, I would like some cake, please.” you then added your choice of drink with an extra please for safety.

The sky was pink and with the purple clouds of the arriving night by the time you left. John met you right outside the door. He looked at you and both of you heaved a sigh of relief.

“She likes you. A lot. I can tell,” he confided with a satisfied grin.

“Thank god, there goes half our worries...but can I kiss you, please?” you begged.

He held your face, tracing your cheek with a finger.

“I wanted to the moment you stepped in...” John said.

Leaning in, you could taste the chocolate still on his lips. But much to your surprised laughter, Mimi knocked on the door for you both to pull away and laugh with youthful, happy embarrassment. 

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[spook-martinez]

I almost put mustard in my iced tea instead of lenon juice. I need to go to bed earlier.