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some easter day sidewalk chalk…

happy easter and spring to all!

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THE IMMEDIATE MOOD CHANGE HOLY

“hahahaah! 🤣”

“you never made love with a man?”

“no i haven’t actually🗿”

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ain’t. no. way.

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…my fic writers, use this wisely…

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REAL

i miss john and george, and i never shared a lifetime with them. i’m so lucky that i do get to witness paul and ringo, but i still miss the other two so much.

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i love paul and linda so much, oml i can’t take it

happy late anniversary to these two beautiful songbirds

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john: our drummer still has all his records, don’t you ring?

ringo: *lifts them up* WHOO HOO

john: look at that! I didn’t know you brought them ring. You see the problem is. He’s got nothing to play them on anymore. He just looks at them, you see? 

john: and even then, his nose gets in the way!

poor ringo

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IT LOOKED AT ME FIRST, I SWEAR

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ah yes, best friends and the greatest songwriting duo of all time

nothing more

nothing more

nothing more

*rocking frantically back in forth in a straight jacket right now*

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beatle boy doodles

(you can tell i’ve never taken art)

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MY HEART 😫

same george, same

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george harrison loves bob dylan as much as i love george harrison 🕉️

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I Want You

my first take at mclennon smut

nsfw, smut, fluff, paul x john, cussing

**the boys are on holiday in miami in 1964. they are left in the vacation house house alone while brian is out on the town. george, ringo, and paul are having a blast in the pool as john is fully clothed on a reclined chair reading a melancholy novel. paul takes note of john’s absence and decides to say something.**

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“mates, i’m going to check on john. you lot stay here.” ordered paul as he climbed out of the pool.

“alright macca. guess i’m just gonna have to dunk ringo under then!” george exclaimed excitedly and he lurched to ringo in the water

“what? GEO NO- BRLURPBRULP…” ringo was drowned out by the splashes from george

paul shook his head as he grabbed a towel and strutted to john, muttering under his breath “i swear i’m the only normal one here, and that says something”

even under the darkly tinted sunglasses, paul could feel john’s piercing gaze and hesitantly took the seat next to the man who was in full pants and a black sweater despite it being 90 degrees. unsure what to say, paul took an accidental sharp inhale and john’s head turned to face the nervous kid.

“why you missing out on all the fun love?” john smirked as he slowly pulled down his shades to expose his eyes. the same eyes that made paul both nervous and safe, warm yet fresh, old but new.

“oh well yknow, i just wanted to check on you since you are being more antisocial than unusua l…” paul stumbled out these words and his eyes, almost instinctively, flashed to john’s hands. “not sure if the others noticed but i saw that you keep tugging at your suit a whole lot yesterday”

“eppy got my suit too tight. i swear it’s only cause he wants to see what he’s missing” john sneered and his face turned into a more menacing stare.

paul knew it was more than the whole brian thing. paul knew john better than that. paul knew something was up. ‘i mean i have to know’ paul reasoned in his mind while his thoughts were racing ‘i have know this bloke forever and i know something is off… right??’

as paul quietly ruminated in his frantic inner monologue, john turned, confused by the silence, “you there princess? geez one time i don’t talk about music or you and you’ll just clam right up” he scoffed “yknow paul i was really hoping america wouldn’t change you. but i guess i was wrong. guess i was wrong about you…” john trailed off as he raised his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes that were welling with tears.

“john what is up?? this is coming out of the blue and YOU have been weird since we got to america. you have been isolating yourself and blame me for what you are doing? absolutely not. i know you are struggling but you need to take some accountability mate!” paul was exasperated when he said this.

“paulie, i can’t do it. i’m not pretty like you. i’m not handsome like george. and i’m not cute like ringo.” john said, defeated

“oh come off it! you know you are smart and charming and you have a wife for christs sake!”

“but cyn only married me cause i knocked her up. she doesn’t truly love me. no one does and at this rate no one ever will.”

“john that’s not the truth and you know that. cyn loves ya. and you know you should be glad. and even if she’s not the one forever, there is someone that will love you, i know it. you’re too beautiful to be ignored.”

“but paul look at me! i’m huge and my nose is terrible and my belly bulges and my voice cracks and you and i can never really love each other and-“

john’s rant was suddenly stopped by a kiss from paul. both of them pulled out of it and stared in utter shock.

paul nervously said “john god i’m so sorry. i don’t know what came over me. i just, just wanted to help-“

“oh won’t you please please help me. come on let’s talk inside. away from the children” john grabbed paul’s hand and walked him into the vacation home.

paul turned back to look at the ‘children’. george and ringo hadn’t noticed what just happened and were still splashing around. paul shook his head for two reasons: 1) he could always count on george and ringo for laugh and 2) he couldn’t wait for what was in store for him inside with john…

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as the duo walked inside they went into john’s room and paul sat on his bed. john took off his sunglasses and set them on the dresser next to portable turntable he brought for the trip. while near it, john picked an old jazz record and placed it on. with the scratch of the record, the soft music was on.

paul chuckled and john smiled when the familiar tune came on. this was a record that would constantly play at paul’s house when they were kids. john would come over for guitar lessons, trying to drown the vinyl out with their rock n roll strumming.

still rubbing the water out of his hair he noticed john take off his sweater and immediately cross his arms over stomach.

“john. yknow i think you’re perfect. yknow that.” paul said while trying to console the other man.

“no i’m really not, half of what i say is meaningless but thank you” john say next to him on the bed, blushing.

paul’s hand inched over to john’s and grabbed it. “i love you johnny. i love you so so much. every part of you. i love your snide remarks and rhythm guitar and cheeky smile. even your flaws i love. even you i love” paul confessed while looking at john’s hands, too afraid to look him in the eye.

john took his free hand, grabbed paul’s face, and held it. “macca, i don’t deserve you. but since i got you, i’ll never let you go” johns other hand tightened its grip on paul’s hand as he kissed paul.

that funny feeling was back again.

slowly, but with growing confidence, their hands ran across each other’s chests. the gentle kissing had escalated and the two were tugging at each others lips, slowly forgetting the space around them.

john laid on his back and paul climbed on top, lips never separating. paul reached to unbutton john’s shirt, but john pulled away, hands over his chest.

“john,” paul said while firmly grabbing john’s chin in his hand “don’t you trust me?”

john turned back to paul, moved his hands to paul’s waist, and nodded. with john’s approval, paul unbuttoned john’s shirt. now both were shirtless and moans and gulps of air came between the two making out.

“hey paulie?”

“mhmm?” paul hummed, not moving his mouth

“can you take off your trunks? the pool water is gonna ruin my trousers” john said, a chuckle escaping him

paul giggled and slid them off. he then helped john unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. paul stayed down there and pulled out john’s member.

paul gulped at the size and took it in. john inhaled sharply and his back arched slightly at the new sensation. paul picked up the pace and john was unsure of what to do with his hands. with a sudden surge of confidence, john ran his fingers through paul’s hair and held on tightly. john slowly pulled up and pushed down to help paul out.

“fucking hell macca” john said, breathless. both were letting moans slip, almost in rhythm with the slow jazz playing.

after a few minutes of this, paul order john to flip over. john smiled and happily obliged. john laid on his stomach and paul climbed on top again. pauls hands slithered up the johns neck and tugged.

“shit...” john breathed out

“damn. and i haven’t even done anything yet”

at this exact moment a new song came on. this one was fast and started with a bang. when the first trumpet blared paul put it in john and john lost his breath and his cool.

“for fucks sake paul! how do you-hmm- oh my god how do you do that!?” john yelped as paul picked up the pace. paul pants, circling his hips and slamming back into john.

paul’s head drops to john’s shoulder and softly bites at his neck. paul is on the verge of finishing and john can sense it. in a quick motion, john turns paul over and enters him.

“oh darling!” paul yelps but john quickly shushes him

“shhh! they might hear us dear!” john giggles while moving slowly. john goes back to running his hands through his hair.

john speeds up and paul pleads “johnny please don’t stop please…” his words lost all meaning and became loud moans

john grunted and swore under his breath. sweat dripped from his forehead and on paul’s shoulder. in a heat of the moment decision, he licked it off and paul lost all control at this point and his supporting arms gave out and he collapsed on the bed.

terrible noises were coming from the two of them as john finished in paul. john followed suit and collapsed on paul.

they breathed heavily and paul turned under john to face him. they both smiled

“god i missed your face paulie.”

“i love you too johnny boy”

**moonlight serenade by glenn miller and his orchestra swells as the two fall asleep in each others arms**

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THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE

photo credits to: sheltiegirl204 on pinterest

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i love how everyone is so serious and pensive and thoughtful and then john’s like:

🤓

(this is from the something mv, in case you were wondering)

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😮

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60 years ago today!!

my grandma told me the story of when she saw this live.

she was eight and she only started to watch because her dad (my great grandfather) was really into music and wanted her to like it too.

she immediately FELL IN LOVE and stared at the tv for the whole program.

after the show, she begged her dad to take her to a concert and buy their records.

60 years ago, my grandmother fell in with The Beatles.

60 years later, so am i.