#60's lyrics

[asurrogateblog]

I genuinely honestly think however absurd is one of his saddest songs, between that and 'do not mock me when I say this is not a lie' and 'nothing is for keeps' like he was really going through it :(

Wait sidebar I just realized 'wide awake we go to sleep' isn't that what he did during his first trip with john??

REAL right??? like not only is it devastating (even just musically honestly the build-up at the end always Gets To Me) its also probably one of the most revealing of all his songs in terms of defining their relationship.... like "it's a funny thing, half-serious, with our hands on our ears" tells you SO much

I've always interpreted "wide awake we go to sleep" as similar, like "we know there's something here, but we have to close our eyes and pretend not to see it" but YAH now that you point it out, along with the previous line "living dreams with mouths ajar", its definitely reminding me of that particular incident between them.....hmmmmm

A line I fixate on is "when we made love the game was over", which I tend interpret as evidence that they only fucked for real once or a few times at most, and once it got that physical they were so far past the point of plausible deniability that they had to talk about it and their inability to actually do that eventually broke things. but I'd be interested to hear other thoughts on that line

but yah. what a song.

[borntowildfire]

Anna Karina

[nocturnalpleasuresoftheheart]

Had a dream about you baby, had a dream about me and you

Had a dream and woke up crying

Well I can roll but I just can't rock

And the time's going by, tick-tock

For the heart, I just can't love no-one but you

- Elvis Presley

[newrochellechallenger2019]

Linecook!Art staying after the place closes with reader and cooking the both of them a little dinner, eating on the steel countertops in the kitchen under the industrial lights, drinking wine that one of them brought over, talking a little more than they usually do...

the only sound left in the diner is the click of the lock, the overhead lights long since turned off, just a strip of light coming from the kitchen as art finishes his closing shift.

'doll?' he calls, 'where you hiding?'

you giggle, the rush of trespassing finally sinking in. 'i'm here.'

art holds out his arms like a zombie, moving slowly through the diner and groaning for additional effect, till his muscly arms wrap around yours and pull you close, as you let out a squeal of delight, giggles never ceasing.

'found you' he murmurs into your hair with a cheeky grin, resting his chin atop yours as the two of you sway slowly in the darkness. intertwining his calloused fingertips with yours, art stepped back, outstretching his arm so he could reach out and kick the jukebox crumpled in the corner, which jolted, coming to life and starting to play some 60's romance song.

you gasp in surprise, smile stretching from ear to ear as art spins you back into his chest, 'i thought that thing was a goner' you shake your head in disbelief, 'god knows how many times i've had to tell kids off for wrestling with it'. you frown at the memories, anger resurfacing.

'you know i think it's super hot when you get mad' art teases, his palms rubbing up and down your arms as he smirks deliciously. you wrinkle your nose, 'seriously, weirdo?' and he laughs, a proper bellowing laugh that makes his chest vibrate against yours.

'seriously.' he says, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, 'your face gets all flushed and you get all indignant and huffy.' his smirk only widens when he notices your expression, 'like you're doing right now. face it doll, i think you're hot.' he purrs all sultry.

'i'm shocked.' you reply, deadpan. 'the dozens of times i've been back to your place gave me no hints whatsoever.' you shrug your shoulders.

'oh really?' his laugh reverberates around the empty diner again, echoing. 'no hints at all?' art beamed as his hands slid down to palm your ass.

you shake your head, doe-eyed as you feign ignorance. 'i was beginning to think you hated me.' the jukebox had started to skip, out of sequence lyrics fading into the background as the two of you stared at each other, swaying still across the diner.

'hated you?' he whispered, those two words reverential in his mouth as he slowly lifted you up, and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his belt buckle press against your thighs.

'hmm hated you?' he repeated as if musing on the idea, kissing you again adoringly, and you squeezed tighter as he carefully walked backwards towards the kitchen.

'you'll drop me!' you squeak as the kiss breaks. 'will i?' he grunts playfully as he hoists you higher and you scream, gripping onto him like you'll fall off a cliff if you let go.

'what? a guy can't show off?' art teases, taking one arm off you just to flex his muscles and you screech, squeezing even tighter, 'stop it-'.

'baby- baby- i can't breathe-' he splutters as you, arm coming back to hold you again. 'you're such a scaredy cat' he laughs breathlessly as he deposits you unceremoniously on the steel countertops. 'no, you're just an asshole.' you pout, eyes narrowed.

'oh it's like that tonight, huh?' art chuckles, kissing at your jawline, trying to get you to crack. 'maybe.' you grumble as his kisses grow more feverish, 'mmm...' art's smirk makes his teeth brush against your cheek and you shiver, 'c'mon doll, don't you wanna know why we're still here?'

you blink, as if it's just occuring to you. 'why are we still here?' 'oh, now she's interested.' art teases, flicking your nose and you stick your tongue out at him childishly.

'tonight madam, you're going to have the most romantic night of your life.' he says in a terrible snooty french accent and you have to laugh, which only spurs him on, 'after your romantic dance with a very handsome fellow, the chef will prepare your favourite, pasta on a bed of tomato sauce and fresh meatballs followed by delicate chocolatey squares.'

'so it's spaghetti and brownies? you're making me spaghetti and brownies.' you smile joyfully, flattered that he knew your favourites. he nods mock sagely, 'yes madam.'

'and we couldn't do this at your place because....?' you tilt your head to the side, 'because! my place does not have half as good cookers and...ingredients are expensive' he says casually, brandishing a packet of pasta and you press a quick kiss to his lips. 'thank you, monsieur.' and you don't miss the slight blush on his cheeks.

opening the wine fridge, art pulls out a bottle of red, 'and for the lady?' he holds it out to you and you snigger, nodding, 'why not?' is your reply as you reach for a glass, your fingers enclosing around the stem.

he pours with practice, the alcohol swirling round the glass that it almost looks like a shot from an ad campaign. you take a sip and your eyes widen with delight, 'why are we selling this to customers? we gotta keep this to ourselves, it's delicious '

art barks out a laugh as he takes a sip from his own glass, 'something tells me that'll be a hard sell for the manager.' you swat at him playfully, his laughter continuing as he dodges you downing the remainder of your glass and pouring another, lacking his earned gracefulness.

for a while, the only sounds in the kitchen comes from the crackling of the flames as art boils the pasta, and the knife hitting the chopping board as he dices onions. you watch him with soft intrigue, he's so different when he's cooking, the cockiness melts away from him and he's more measured, and yet free.

'alright...i'll bite.' you half-slur, second glass of wine nearly done. 'why are you here?'

art shot you a look of confusion before turning back to the pot, 'what do you mean, doll?'

you let out a small groan, 'i mean...you like cooking, you're not some old creep or a teen who's always out drinking and just wants money, why are you a line cook in a shitty diner?'

art's sigh is disguised by the sound of meat sizzling as it hits the grill, 'um...i didn't get into culinary school.' there's a long pause but you don't say anything in response. 'so...i scrounged around, got this job, got my apartment and never left i guess.' his voice is smaller than you're used to, an ache in his voice that suggests a wound that hasn't healed.

'i'm sorry, i didn't know.' you reply quietly, staring a little too intently at the countertop like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

'why would you, doll?' art says in an attempt at lightness but it feels forced. 'i don't like to talk about it.'

the words hang in the air for a while before he continues, 'you next, why are you a server in a shitty diner?'

you shrug, 'i needed a job.' you sip your wine as you think it over, 'i dropped out of college and i'd never been a server before so why not?'

'why not?' art echoed with a chuckle as he shoved a tray of brownies in the oven.

'what's so funny about that?' you frown slightly, reaching for the bottle of wine again.

'you dropped out of college for why not?' his brow furrowed, tone strangely firm.

'no! i dropped out of college because i hated my course, and the people, and the lecturers, and the accomodation, and the workload and-' you reply briskly, a challenge in your eyes.

'yeah okay i get the picture doll.' art cuts you off with a raised palm, 'there's not enough jobs for graduates, let alone dropouts' the haughtiness in your voice shocks you, like he'd personally offended you.

'all i'm saying is...' art murmurs as he slides a plate across the countertop towards you, 'plenty of people would've killed to go to school.'

'well i'm not one of them' you snap, affronted. 'okay doll.' he comes round and slots himself between your legs, cupping your face with his calloused hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 'now will you try the pasta?'

you relent as art reaches for your dish, twirling spaghetti round the fork and bringing it to your lips, which you part, letting him feed you tenderly. 'do you need me to get you to chew too?' he teases, hand moving to your jaw. you shoot him a playful glare as you chew and then swallow, eyes lighting up. 'holy shit'

art perks up like a puppy, 'it's good?' his voice hopeful as he reaches for his own plate.

'so good' you say eagerly, going in for another forkful, 'it tastes just like my grandfather's, how did you know?' you squeak with delight, mouth half full.

art smiled, a proper rare true smile, before winking at you. 'i'm just that good doll'

'oh you are' you insist adoringly, 'culinary school is missing out.'

art's smile softened slightly but didn't dim. 'thanks baby.'

after a beat, you're eyeing your plate as an idea starts to form. 'i've always wanted to try this.' art's brow furrows as you pick up a spaghetti noodle with your fork. 'bite that end'.

art sniggers, 'doll, that's a movie- it won't work-' 'bite. it.' you hiss warningly, art rolls his eyes and begrudingly takes the noodle end in his mouth, looking every bit as stupid as he knew he would.

gingerly, you place the other end of the noodle in your mouth and start to suck, art mimics you and the two of you get closer and closer to his lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, mouth parted as you swallow the remainder of the noodle before your tongue collides with his. art groans in pleasure, pressing harder against your body between as your fingers tangle in his hair. the kiss grows more feverish, his arms around your waist before the oven beeps and he breaks away, breathless.

'happy now, doll? got your moviestar kiss?' he pants teasingly as he pulls the brownies out.

'very happy' you grin cheesily, your legs swinging off the counter as he takes the empty pasta dishes aside.

'i'm not feeding you a brownie. no way.' art says with joking firmness as he hands you a plated brownie.

'yes boss' you reply jokingly, teeth sinking into the dessert and your eyes light up again, 'it's the perfect texture! just how like it, cakey but not-'

'raw.' art finishes for you, smirking. 'i know.'

you blush, own smile widening. 'stop that.' you devour the rest of the brownie in seconds like it'll disappear if you don't and art has to hide his laugh.

'you've got a little...' his voice is barely a whisper as he reaches out and brushes a crumb from your lip tenderly. in that moment, you could really see his eyes, the grey flecks amongst the green, how they softened when they looked at you.

'thank you' is your breathless reply, lips parting as his thumb pushes between them, tip of your tongue taking the crumb off the pad of his digit and swallowing it, not wanting to waste a morsel of this delicacy.

you're not sure how long the two of you stay like that, staring at each other like long lost lovers reuniting, but the screech of the jukebox sends reality careening back towards you both. 'jesus christ' you jump, startled. 'blasted thing' cursed art under his breath, 'whole place is haunted, i'm telling ya.'

'i wouldn't be surprised.' you shudder at the thought as he helps you off the counter, 'we should get out of here then. i'll drive you home' he offers kindly and you nod, watching as he gives the jukebox a kick for good measure before leading you out and locking the diner door.

the next morning, you roll over in bed and check the work groupchat, 'hey! who closed last night? i don't remember seeing spaghetti and brownies on the menu!'

taglist: @gibsongirrl @glassmermaids @destinedtobegigi @blastzachilles @femme-lusts @glennussy @cha11engers @stanart4clearskin @artstennisracket @pittsick

[rocktartz]

I made this instead of homework.

Smol Peri vs Big Peri

Enjoy a song I found that reminds me of them (In a completely platonic way mind you)

I find the lyrics funny. I picture it from ARTs perspective in Artificial Condition when MB just showed up and invited itself in.

It was all lonely on a cargo haul. It also really enjoys taking care of people. And MB is a person. (Despite its protests) And now MB can accompany it wherever it goes.

Its even funnier if you change the lyric “And when I looked the moon had turned to Gold”, To —“Pink”

I also just love old 60’s music paired with ART I cant explain it. It just feels fitting.

Also! Here is my reference

[poisonousivy616]

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Challenge Dates: May 1st — May 7th

Hi babes!! ♡

This isn’t a “pretty please universe” moment—it’s a "I'm That Girl" reprogramming.

We're not hoping. we're not waiting. we're assuming and embodying.

Pick a feature (or your whole appearance, babe), lock it in, and act like it’s already canon.

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

༺♰༻ Pick your poison (1–3 methods) based on how your brain learns

༺♰༻ Do your method(s) for 30-60 mins after waking up, 30-60 mins before sleeping, and during habitual tasks (shower, dishes, walks, etc)

༺♰༻Repetition > overthinking

༺♰༻ No trash talk about your looks (even internally)

༺♰༻Stop overconsuming loa content— you don't need 500 tips, just one assumption

༺♰༻ Stop checking the 3D like it's in charge. It's not. You are.

༺♰༻ Assume it's already done. You're not asking—you're remembering

This is a fun, seven-day experiment to prove to yourself that you create reality from within. Repeat after me:

It's already mine. It's already done.

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝕸𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖉 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

𝔞𝔨𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱

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༺♰༻ Pinterest vision boards = your future camera roll

༺♰༻SATS visualizations like movie scenes of your glow-up arc

༺♰༻watch fictional characters or influencers who resemble your desired appearance (I've done it before & it works!!!)

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"ℑ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔱 & 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢"

༺♰༻Affirmation tapes & subliminals while you get ready

༺♰༻Manifestation playlists (act like the lyrics were written about you)

༺♰༻Rampages like you're giving a TED Talk on being pretty

༺♰༻Talk to yourself out loud like your own PR manager

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"ℑ 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔱, 𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢"

༺♰༻ Script your glow-up like a journal entry from your future self

༺♰༻Bullet-point manifestation lists like you're shopping online: add to cart, check out, and expect delivery—no tracking obsession allowed

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"ℑ 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢"

༺♰༻ Strut around your house like a runway model while mentally affirming

༺♰༻Mirror work: speak your affirmations with attitude while looking in the mirror

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༺♰༻Your assumptions are law. not your mirror. not your doubts

༺♰༻ You don't need to micromanage the 3D—you already have it

༺♰༻This is your reminder: you run this simulation

Start May 1st. Finish May 7th. But let's be real—this is just the beginning.

Tag me and update me on your success stories!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝕴𝖛𝖞 🖤💚

[thegroovyarchives]

50's-60's Bulova Model 320 Deluxe Lyric Table Radio From Genuine Plastic Radios of the Mid-Century, Ken Jupp & Leslie Piña, 1998.

[johns-prince]

“He acknowledges that the interplay of Lennon and McCartney was 'nothing short of miraculous', describing how they 'wrote with two guitars'. 'The joy of that was that I was left-handed and he was right-handed, so I was looking in a mirror and he was looking in a mirror.'”

—Paul McCartney, The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present

“I think Linda put her finger on it when she said me and John were like mirror images of each other.

"Even down to how we started writing together, facing each other, eyeball to eyeball, exactly like looking in the mirror.''”

—Paul McCartney, Uncut Magazine, July 2004 (x)

“John and Paul would sit opposite each other by the fireplace. As Paul was left-handed their guitars went the same way and each could enjoy the mirror effect of watching the other’s fingers shape the chords as if they were his own.

Paul would later call these ‘eyeball to eyeball sessions’ and he’d be treated to something few witnessed: John put his glasses on. Only rarely did they leave his pocket, even though without them he could barely see a thing. Almost in each other’s face, John and Paul quickly gained an unusual closeness, little or nothing hidden. Paul noticed that ‘John had beautiful hands.’”

— Tune In: The Beatles: All These Years, Vol. 1 by Mark Lewisohn (x)

“(…) most of the time we would sit down opposite each other with our two guitars. And because I was left-handed, when I looked at John I would see almost a mirror image of myself, I’d be playing the guitar as it were upside-down, he’d be reading me; upside-down, so we could clearly see what each other was doing, almost what you were doing yourself.”

— Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now - Barry Miles (x)

“The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing. Watching them, I remember thinking that John’s and Paul’s voices were so different yet so perfectly complemented each other’s, just like their personalities and approach to music-making.”

—Here, There and Everywhere by Geoff Emerick (On the recording of She’s Leaving Home). (x)

“So I had to learn upside down. It’s funny: John learned upside down, too, because of me-because mine was the only other guitar around for him, if he broke a string or didn’t have his. That’s more unusual; left-handed guys can nearly always play a straight guitar.”

—Paul McCartney, interview w/ Tom Mulhern. (July, 1990) (x)

“On one occasion that still resonates for those involved, the Quarry Men went to a party in Ford, a village on the outskirts of Liverpool, out past the Aintree Racecourse. “John and Paul were inseparable that night, like Siamese twins,” says Charles Roberts, who met them en route on the upper deck of a cherry red Ripple bus. “It was like the rest of us didn’t exist.””

—the beatles: the biography, bob spitz (x)

“I was fortunate enough to see them together many times in the late 60’s, and have always been fascinated by what I saw/heard: they finished each other’s sentences, laughed together, just seemed totally in sync. I was a 15-year-old girl, but I did notice that about the two of them and will never forget it.”

—Lizzie Bravo, apple scruff, on John and Paul (x)

“Years later, Paul told his brother that he loved his photo of the “I Saw Her Standing There” writing session because it captured how it really was—“the Rodgers and Hammerstein of pop at work.” Writing “eyeball to eyeball” as John said, they weren’t just frontmen for a rock group; they were composers working in concert. Having already pledged to co-credit all their work, around this time they made it formal, taking equal shares in a company called Northern Songs that would control their publishing.

“Historically,” writes Mark Lewisohn in The Beatles: All These Years, “joint-songwriter agreements enumerated splits of 90:10, 85:15, 80:20, 75:25, 67:33 and every other fiddly fraction down to 50:50. But John and Paul went halves all the way, closeness and ambition shared and matched.”

Now every lick of music that either one produced (regardless of the other’s actual contribution) would be both literally and metaphorically—both legally and emotionally—co-owned.”

—Joshua Wolf Shenk, Powers of Two: Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs (2014) (x)

“It was like a tug of war. Imagine two people pulling on a rope, smiling at each other and pulling all the time with all their might. The tension between the two of them made for the bond.”

—George Martin on Lennon/McCartney (x)

[zooberthegoober]

note thingy?

2 notes: actually try next semester 5 notes: try to limit spending 10 notes: pick up the trash in my room: 15 notes: be honest w/ therapist 20 notes: post more on both blogs 25 notes: hang out with s more. 30 notes: actually attemp to quit vaping 35 notes: try to quit self harm 40 notes: actually try to learn the drums 45 notes: come out to my grandparents 50 notes: talk to my dad about going by ollie at school 55 notes: go to the eye doctor 60 notes: clean my room 65 notes: start getting better at taking meds 70 notes: better sleep schedule 75 notes: get a job 80 notes: work on self confidence 85 notes: work on my happiness 90 notes: save up for new computer 95 notes: tell my psychiatrist my medicine isn't working 100 notes: put in an effort to get over the breakup 105 notes: recover from brainrot 110 notes: make kandi more 115 notes: be not suicidal 120 notes: sleep a bit less 125 notes: tell my therapist about my vaping addiction 130 notes: talk to the principle about the art teacher 135 notes: set up my twitch 140 notes: write lyrics for my song 145 notes: pay attention in history 150 notes: stand up for myself 155 notes: tell my dad i need to go to the doctor 160 notes: ask s if i can sleep over at her house (only for a day)

this is it unless i think of more

[biggielixx]

I read this on Quora. It’s a response to a prompt: “Is Paul McCartney a jerk?” I thought I would share it because it’s an interesting story from Wings’ early days, and it has to do with people wanting Paul to play Beatles songs.

Paul McCartney is :

One of the most talented individuals ever.

A living legend.

An honest and genuine individual.

Definitely NOT a jerk.

What is my evidence for this? ….. read on.

Having been born and raised in Liverpool in the 50s and 60s , I was devastated to hear of the break up of the Beatles as a teenager in the mid 70’s.

The cause for the split was subject to great speculation and still largely unknown. One thing that stood out , looming larger after the split was rift between the greatest singer song writing duo of all time (Lennon & McCartney) which was highlighted by John’s creation of his song “How do you sleep?”. This direct personal assault on Lennon’s former ‘other half’ may have been previously triggered by McCartney’s solo ditty in his eponymous album (McCartney) quoting the words “ I used to ride on my fast city lights signing songs that I thought were mine alone. …….. Man we was lonely, yes we was lonely but now we’re fine all the while.”.

Lennon’s worded response in his missive “How do you sleep?” was “So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise, you better look right through that mother’s eyes. Those freaks was right when they said you was dead ( a reference to an earlier fake news report that ‘Macca’ was dead and a replica was living in his stead ) the one mistake you made was using your head. “

Lennon’s musical assault on his former song writing co-author heightened in the lines “ The only thing you done was YESTERDAY and since you’re gone you’re just ANOTHER DAY. The sound you make is music to my ears , you must have learned SOMETHING in all those years”. A reference to 2 before split and on post split McCartmey classics. Although 2 were if course Lennon / McCartney classics. When with the Beatles the 2 may have penned songs solo but always shared the credit as a truly unique double act. Of course with Ringi and George wrote a few classics too and the Beatles will always ,rightly, be remembered as ‘For lads who shook the world’.

Both Lennon and McCartney denied that there was any animosity in both sets of post Beatles split song lyrics claiming that it was just a coincidence.

Fast forward a few years until when the Beatles had split in and around the time of the aforementioned songs about the Lennon & McCartney Beatles split experience.

As a college student in Liverpool in the mid 70’s my fraternity and I would attend open mic’ gigs in Liverpool Polytechnic (known locally as the Poly) in the hope that we might stumble across the next big thing. After numerous average guest stars ( the highlight of which was a guy who later became known as Shaking Stevens) we waited for another group to set up for another normal night of musical entertainment.

As I wondered towards the stage , literally a small elevated segment of a tiny music arena , trying to gain an insight into when the band would start, a lady was struggling to bring in the group’s equipment. As a potential gentleman, who couldn’t understand the concept of a female groupie humping in heavy kit, (forgive my chauvinism but things were less informed in the 70’s) I offered assistance to the lady with carrying in the equipment when to my amazement Paul McCartney came in to assist the lady, Linda in bringing in the group’s kit. It was one of the first iterations of what later became know as Paul McCartney & Wings.

My fellow college students and I were later royally entertained by the , then, emerging group singing songs such as “Junior’s farm’ and “Give Ireland back to the Irish” as well as numbers from the eponymous McCartney solo album. Of course ZERO Beatles’ song were played as it was not the norm at that time.

McCartney , who you contest is a jerk , paid the entire bar bill for all at the gig and stayed and mingled with star struck fans long into the night.

Why is he not a jerk?

Fast forward some time later to McCartney & Wings’ first gig at the Liverpool Empire some years later. Wings were by this time famous having such hits as “Band on the Run” and Venus & Mars”.

The same by now a couple of years older group of students, perhaps with a bigger number knowing that McCartney was actually playing, gathered to see Wings again in a somewhat larger arena of the Liverpool Empire.

Whilst we were all aware that McCartney would not , at the time , sing ‘Beatles’ songs, one of our group by the name of Ged Smith, was determined to have McCartney play “The long and winding road” which was his favourite Beatles song of all time. In between numbers and being close to the front of the stage having queued up to get the best seats , we continually cried out for “The long and winding road.”.

McCartney’s initial response to these calls was “Come on guys you know I can’t do those (Beatles) songs” to which we cried out louder “ Come on Macca we saw you at the Poly (Liverpool Polytechnic) ages ago”.

On hearing these shouts McCartney immediately remembered this and shared back “Was that you lads who helped Linda bring in our gear?”. He appeared to remember the night at the Liverpool Polytechnic equally as well as we had.

McCartney played for many hours that night as he was “back home” in Liverpool. Repeated cries for “The long and winding road” were greeted with muted McCartney responses of “Come on guys you know John would never forgive me if I sang that.”.

After many hours of performing, with at least 2 curtain calls Macca when seated at the piano declared “This is for the lads down the front who were at the Poly …… . He then belted out the unforgettable rendition of “The long and winding road . It was greeted by a tumultuous response the likes of which I have never heard in any circumstance.

That is why McCartney is not a jerk.

He’s a genius and the genuine article. He recalled interactions with individuals as well as , if not better, than we did so ourselves. At that night in the Liverpool Empire he deliberately threw his guitar strap at one of our group , Tommy McGuinness, who I know retained and treasured the article for many years afterwards.

McCartney’s music will be studied in centuries to come.

He is NOT a jerk , he’s a top class human being.

We know because we were there.

When McCartney leaves this earth, his tunes will still remain. Not a jerk , a genuine genius.

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falling foolishly ღ s. winchester

summary: your best friend jess makes you go to a get-together to meet one of her classmates, the thing is, she mentioned two and you don't know which one she meant

pairings: stanford! sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader, platonic! jessica moore x reader, platonic! sam winchester x platonic! jessica moore

requested: yes/no: by @s4wdvator thank you for requesting lovey!!

word count: 4.4K

warnings: modern/no hunting AU, no use of 'y/n', a shit ton of fluff, you and jess being little shits to each other, mentions of sex, some cursing, title is a lyric from must be love by laufey, the prequel to my smau's: must be love and too tongue tied!

a/n: my first request for sammy and its the prequel to my smau's! it was very fun to write and i hope you guys enjoy! and I love sam and jess <33

please reblog and comment! i love to hear your thoughts and it helps out a lot <3

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

The cool, crisp January air hit your cheeks as you exited the lecture hall and wrapped your red wooly scarf around your neck. California didn't see any snow, but you were surprised that the state was capable of dropping below 60 degrees during the winter.

A slight breeze swept through the campus as the dead leaves from autumn skittered and drifted across the grass and pavement. The leaves littered the ground as you walked through the nearly barren quad of the Stanford campus and headed back to your dorm.

You were grateful that you only had two classes today, the one you just took, and you had a four-hour gap before your last one. You had your headphones on as you made your trek back to your dorm, where your roommate was no doubt still there or getting ready for her classes. You almost let out a sigh of relief when you entered the heated lobby of your dorm and quickly made your way to the third floor.

As you entered your room, you set your bag at the edge of your bed while a familiar head of long, curly blonde hair sat at her vanity as she got ready for class. You made eye contact with her blue eyes through her mirror, and you saw her mouth widen into a smile.

"Hey! how was class?" Jessica asked you as she applied a coat of mascara to her lashes.

"It was fine." You said with a roll of your eyes while taking off your scarf and cardigan, leaving you in a thin black long-sleeve and jeans.

A chuckle left Jess's lips. "You're regretting taking this 8 am aren't you?"

A mournful groan left your lips as you kicked off your shoes. "I thought I would be able to, but it's going to be the bane of my existence for the rest of this semester." You walked to your bed and face-planted into it

"Is it too late to drop it?" You heard her ask as her chair moved against the carpeted floor.

"It might be," Your pillow muffled your voice. You moved your head so you could breathe. "But the stupid class is only available this semester and not at any other time."

Your eyes followed Jessica as she shrugged on her black North Face puffer and as she walked up to your bed.

"You have my sympathy and pity." Her eyes were sparkling with mirth as she patted you on your head.

You scowled at her and swatted her hand away from your head. Jess managed to rip her hand away from your head before you could hit her as she laughed at your grumpy mood.

"Just go to class." You grumbled as you sat up and grabbed your laptop out of your bag to start on some work.

Jessica laughed before grabbing her backpack. "See ya later, bitch!" She sent you an air kiss.

"Whatever, bye whore," You sent her a two-finger salute while reading the article your teacher assigned her as Jess left your shared room.

"Hear me out-"

"No good sentence starts off with 'hear me out', Jess." You cut her off after taking a sip of your water.

The two of you sat in the dining hall, eating dinner together as people bustled and chattered around you, absorbed in their own conversations and worlds.

Jess whined your name. "Can't you hear me out for just a minute?"

"The last time I did, you got black-out drunk the day before winter break started and I had to drag you back to the dorm."

"I wasn't that bad."

"You almost threw up on me and clung on to me all night." You deadpanned at her before taking a bite of the pasta you had chosen for dinner.

"What can I say, you're a really good cuddler." Jess winked at you, but all you gave her was a straight face.

She rolled her eyes at you. "Can you blame me? We had just finished finals!"

"Righttt." You drawled out.

"Whatever, just hear me out for just a second and I swear it'll be worth your time."

You pressed your lips together. "Fine, you get a minute."

"I was invited to a small get-together and I want you to come with me as my plus one."

"Is this an actual small get-together or a ploy to get me to another party?" You narrowed your eyes at Jess.

She shook her head. "I swear." Jessica made it a point to cross her heart. "The friend I made in my Philosophy class invited me and two other classmates to their small housewarming in the apartment they just got."

"Are you sure you're able to invite someone else with you?"

Jess nodded. "Yeah, I asked them and they said it was alright."

You sighed. "Fine. I'll come."

Jessica's dazzling grin appeared on her face, and you could see her visibly getting excited. "Yes! I've been dying for you to meet my class mate anyways."

"Which one?" You raised an eyebrow.

Her grin turned into a sly smirk. "You'll see on Friday."

You squinted suspiciously at her. "I don't like that look on your face."

"What look?" She said with innocent eyes and a scheming smile still on her face as she took a bite of her food.

"I'm onto you, Moore." You pointed your plastic fork at her as menacingly as you could, but all she did was chuckle.

"I'd rather you be on top of me instead." Jess cooed as she fluttered her eyelashes at you.

The two of you had flirty banter since a month of living together. You had met Jessica at freshman orientation, and you guys had hit it off immediately, becoming fast friends and stuck by each other like glue until the day ended. You guys traded socials before you guys left. So when the move-in day came around, to both of your surprises, you guys were each other's roommates.

Since then, you guys have been best friends. It felt like you guys have been friends since you were kids. But you've only known each other for about four months, and it's only your second semester of your freshman year. Nevertheless, you have a feeling that she's going to be by your side until both of you kick the bucket.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile grew on your face. "I'd always knew you'd be the bottom out of the two of us." You teased.

Jess scoffed. "As if."

"That wasn't a no, Jess." You said in a sing-song voice as you got up to put away your now empty tray.

"Wait, no! It was!" Jessica said as she got up to follow you, your laugh ringing throughout the already loud dining hall.

You were typing away at your laptop when something was flung at you, and your vision was obscured by a piece of clothing.

"You're wearing that." You heard Jess say before you pulled it off of your face, your hair askew.

You glared at her back as she dug around the small dresser on her side of the room before looking at the offending article of clothing she unceremoniously threw at you. It was a tight, black, long-sleeved dress that had a plunging neckline. It had a skirt that flared out, and it looked like it had ended around your mid-thigh.

"Jess, are you crazy? I'm not wearing a dress in the middle of winter!" You hissed as you were getting ready to throw it back at her.

She threw something else in your direction wordlessly, and it landed on your bed. You leaned forward to grab it and saw it was one of her fleece-lined tights that she would wear if she wanted to wear a skirt in the cold.

You opened your mouth to protest before she whirled around and held a finger up. "Nuh-uh, no complaining. I let you wear whatever you wanted when we went to those parties last semester."

"Are you insulting my fashion sense?"

"Of course." Jess flashed a sarcastic grin at you.

You scowled at her in response before closing your laptop with a little more force than you needed to. You huffed before getting off your bed and began to change out of the t-shirt and leggings you wore for the day since you had no class on Fridays.

"Are you sure you're still the top in the relationship?" Jessica quipped and dodged the stuffed animal that you chucked at her from your bed with a chuckle.

After you changed into the dress and tights, you did your makeup as you usually would but applied a raspberry-tinted lip stain and some black eyeliner instead of the usual brown you did on a day-to-day basis.

You let down your hair from the hairstyle you had on all day and curled it lightly. Once you were with your hair and makeup, you put on your everyday rings, necklace, and a few spritzes of perfume and slid on your cherry red platform boots you had gotten from your sister for Christmas.

As you were bent over and zipping up your left boot, you heard a wolf whistle come from Jess. You looked up to see that Jess was wearing the opposite color as you.

Jess's dress was a frilly long-sleeve dress that ended at her mid-thigh with nude tights underneath; you assumed that they were fleeced-lined as well. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, her makeup made her look angel with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, and she was wearing black Mary Janes. If you stood side by side, you'd look like the living manifestation of yin and yang.

"Damn, it's not fair you look better than me in that dress." Jess all but pouted at you.

"I'd argue but I have a feeling you don't want us to be late."

Jess looked at her phone, and her eyes widened. "Yep, we should go now if we don't want to be late for the Uber since its like five minutes away."

You nodded and grabbed the red leather jacket you thrifted a while ago, along with your scarf, and followed Jess out the door as she grabbed her black leather jacket. The Uber to the apartment was brief, but it was filled with awkward small talk between the driver and the two of you.

As you walk into the apartment complex and ride the elevator to the fourth floor, where Jess's friend's apartment is, you feel a little nervous. You had yet to meet these people before, and you were not the most socially adjusted person.

Jessica was the extrovert out of the two of you and did most of the talking while you let her. You preferred listening anyway and chiming in when it was appropriate. You would only let loose around people you knew and were comfortable with.

Before you knew it, you had followed Jess to the apartment door. Her knock on the door broke you out of your slight daze, your body on autopilot before you snapped out of it. You heard the door unlock and swung open.

A girl with long, straight red hair, wearing glasses, and a broad smile answered the door. "Jess! I'm glad you could make it!" She greeted her with a hug before her blue eyes landed on you just behind Jess. She said your name with the same amount of enthusiasm as she greeted Jess.

You hid your confusion behind a smile as you gave her a small wave in greeting before she ushered the two of you inside her apartment.

"I've heard so much about you from Jess! I'm Mel." Mel introduced herself as she led you guys into the living room. You had noticed that there were about six or seven people in the living room, chatting and snacking on the food and drinks that were laid out.

The apartment was spacious and had an open floor plan with the kitchen to your left, the living room in front of you, and to your right, stairs that led to a loft area. You noticed some sliding doors that must have led out to a balcony since you had seen some as you looked up at the apartment complex.

Someone squealed from the kitchen, and out came a girl with tanned skin and brown bouncy curls barrel into Jess, giving her a massive hug.

"Hey, Dinah!" You could hear Jess greet who you now know is Dinah as she pulls away from the hug. "Come meet my best friend and roommate." Jess said before gesturing to you.

You saw Dinah's warm brown eyes land on you, and she smiled wide. You all got properly acquainted before you guys joined everyone else in the living room, being introduced to some of Mel's friends and Dinah's friends. You felt comfortable after being introduced and listening to the conversations that were being had. You even chimed in a couple of times, leading the conversation one time.

At one point, you saw Jess lean over to Mel, who was sitting on her other side. "Where's Sam? I thought he said he'd come?" You heard her ask Mel.

Mel nodded. "He said he was going to be a little late."

Jess hummed in response. "Okay, but-" Jess was cut off by a loud knock on the door.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear. That must be Sam." Mel said before getting up from her seat and answering the door.

Mel came back with a guy who you assumed was Sam, and your breath hitched as you took in the sight of Sam. He was tall with brown hair and bangs you wanted to brush from his forehead. You couldn't tell what his eye color was from where you were sitting. But he had a cute nose that you traced with your eyes. He was dressed in layers from what you could tell was a dark undershirt peeking out from underneath the navy blue polo, which was covered by a worn, unzipped brown Carhartt jacket, with his hands shoved in the pockets.

Mel introduced him to the group, and everyone said variations of greetings. You saw Sam's eyes scan the group before they met yours, and you could see that his eyes were hazel, and you could tell that they shifted color depending on the lighting. You gave him a small smile, one he returned before his eyes moved to the person next to you.

Jess saw this small interaction and smirked to herself. She stood up and greeted Sam. At this point, everyone had gone back to their conversations, and you were brought into one with Dinah and another guy named Brady. But you were only half listening to them, your mind still stuck on the tall guy with hazel eyes that only stood mere feet away from you.

As the night went on, you found yourself wanting to talk to Sam but couldn't. You always seemed to psych yourself out of talking to him. As people started to get a little tipsy, you managed to slip out of the living room unnoticed and out to the balcony. Which now, you regretted instantly.

The cold night seeped into your skin as you rested your elbows on the metal railing. It was bearable, but you would prefer to wear something warmer than the dress you were wearing in this kind of weather. You were debating on going back inside to grab your jacket.

"Aren't you cold?" A voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you whipped around to find Sam standing at the closed balcony doors.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized with a sheepish smile, which you thought was cute. Sam must have realized that he had scared you.

You shook your head. "You're fine, I was just lost in thought and didn't hear you come out here." You reassured him with a slight smile.

Sam seemed to relax at your words and smiled back at you. "I'm Sam." He introduced himself as he stuck out a hand for you to shake.

"I knew that." You said through a small chuckle as you shook his warm hand, his hand almost dwarfing yours as you did. "Mel introduced you when came in."

There were fairy lights strung on the metal railing and around the balcony, lighting the area with a warm and inviting atmosphere. You could see a blush grow on Sam's cheeks as he realized that she did, in fact, introduce him to the entire room.

"Right, I forgot about that." Sam let out a nervous laugh.

You quickly introduced yourself to Sam, and he said your name like he was testing how it rolled off of his tongue. The way he said your name sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you smiled at him.

"How do you know Mel?" He asked with a gentle smile on his face.

"I don't. Jess asked me to come with her to meet some of her classmates."

"Oh! That's right I remember Jess talk about her best friend a lot before class."

You raised your eyebrow at that factoid. You didn't realize that Jess talked about you that much, which sent warmth to your chest. "Didn't realize that Jess talked about me that much." You said with a nervous chuckle.

Sam's smile broadens as he nods. "She does."

"Well, what's your story, Sam? What brings you to Stanford?" You ask him.

Before you know it, the both of you were launched into a conversation that flowed like a river in a dense forest. You found out Sam was in pre-law; he is from Lawrence, Kansas, with an older brother named Dean, and his brother is a firefighter back home. In turn, you told him about the major you were in, your family, and where you grew up.

You guys were so deep into your conversation that you didn't feel the cold anymore until a shiver racked your body when the breeze suddenly picked up. Sam noticed, and his face twisted with concern.

"Crap, I didn't even realize it was that cold out here. Here." Before you could protest, he shrugged off his brown jacket and stepped closer to you to drape it over your shoulders, filling your nose with a faint woody and fresh linen scent.

You were stunned by his actions momentarily before his stepping away snapped you to the present, and you put your arms through the sleeves. The jacket engulfed you; it was the same length as your dress, and you had to scrunch up the sleeves since they were so long.

Sam had a fond smile on his face as you focused on pulling up his sleeves before he looked away and exhaled a breath. He realized you could see his breath, so he looked back at you. His breath caught as he saw the girl that Sam thought was pretty when he first walked into the apartment, swarming in his jacket before he shook his head to get rid of the thoughts that were forming in his mind.

"We should probably head back inside." He suggested as he shoved his hands into his jeans, no longer being warmed by his jacket.

You agreed with his words, and Sam opened the sliding door and gestured for you to go inside first. You shot him a grateful smile before stepping into the warm apartment.

You took a few steps forward until you were propelled backward as you got a faceful of blonde hair in your face and arms wrapping around your shoulders. You would have toppled over if it wasn't for Sam's tall form and hands landing on your waist, underneath his jacket, and steadying you from behind.

You couldn't focus on anything besides his warm hands seeping through the fabric but were brought back to Jess's tipsy ramblings.

"You're b-back! I was wondering where you went." Jess's words were slurred slightly as she booped you on the nose.

Sam eventually let go of you as you steadied yourself with Jess in your arms.

"Yeah, I am Jess," You chuckled lightly at the blissful smile that was on Jessica's face. "I was out on the balcony with Sam."

Her blue eyes brightened at the mention of Sam, and she finally seemed to notice that he was behind you. "Sammy!" Jess called out cheerfully.

You heard Sam chuckle as he moved to the side so you could see him. "Hi Jess," Sam said with a smile.

How in the hell are you now noticing that he has dimples. Christ, this dude was getting more and more cuter by the second.

"He was the classmate I wanted to introduce you to. Sam is totally your type, you know?" She whispered to you a little too loud, and Sam could still hear her.

"Like he's smart, tall, handsome, and-" You cut off Jess by slapping your hand over her mouth. She continued to speak, her words muffled as you felt your cheeks flush with heat as you dared to look at Sam.

You could tell that Sam was thoroughly amused by Jess's drunken ramblings and your now flustered state.

"She's a clingy and loud drunk if you couldn't tell by now." You said with a tight smile on your face as you thought of the many ways that you could murder Jess.

The smirk on Sam's face was making your heart beat faster. "Yeah, I think I got the picture now. I've never seen her like this."

"Yeah, well, I've seen her like this many times." You finally pulled your hand away from her mouth when you felt her stop talking and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck.

You sighed and patted her back. "Come on, Jessy. Let's go sit down and get some water in you."

Jessica grumbled into your neck, and you could barely make out the words, but it sounded like she wanted to go home. You looked at Sam with an exasperated expression on your face, making him laugh. You couldn't hold back the smile on your face at the sound of his bright laugh.

"Okay, but let's drink some water, say bye to everyone, and then we can go, okay?" You said gently to Jess as you petted the top of her head, and all she did was nod into your neck before adjusting herself so she could be tucked into your side.

"I'll come with you," Sam said. "Looks like you have your hands full and need help." He gestured to the 5'10 blonde nineteen-year-old hanging off of you.

With some thought, you eventually accepted Sam's help. With his help, Jess drank a bottle of water and ate some food that was still out. You said bye to everyone in the apartment, grabbed your jackets, and Sam called an Uber for the three of you to take it back to the dorm since he lived in the building across from yours.

Sam graciously took the front seat while you and Jess sat in the back. She dozed on your shoulder, and before you knew it, the three of you were back on campus with Jess's shoulder slung over your shoulder as you led Sam to your room. You were okay with just walking back to the dorms by yourself with Jess, but Sam insisted that he'd walk you guys to your room.

If this was anyone else, you would have been creeped out, but you knew Sam had nothing but good intentions behind those eyes that reminded you of a puppy's. So he walked with you and Jess all the way until you made it to the room. At this point, Jess had sobered up slightly but trudged into the room as you unlocked it. You stood in the doorway as Sam lingered in the hall.

"Thanks for helping, you made things easier than it had ever been before."

Sam shook his head. "No problem. Does she get that way a lot?"

"No. Sometimes it's me clinging to her, but more often than not it's Jess." You said with a small chuckle. Sam smiled at the sound of your laugh and looked down at his feet.

Sam looked a little nervous as he looked back at you. "I'm glad we met. I really liked talking to you tonight."

"So did I." You sent him a kind smile.

"Could I get your number?"

Your smile widened as you nodded. The two of you traded phones as you set up new contacts with one another. Once you were done, you guys gave each other's respective phones back, smiles lingering on your faces. You looked down at your boots and remembered that you were still wearing his jacket.

"Oh! here's your jacket." You took it off, even if you didn't want to, and gave it back to Sam.

Sam took it and folded it over his arm as if it were a suit jacket. You both stared at each other for a moment before you spoke up.

"Well, thanks for the help and walking us back, Sam. You've been a real gentleman."

He playfully bowed, bending slightly at the waist as he placed his free hand on his chest, looking at you cheekily. "The pleasure has been mine," Sam said before straightening to his full height.

A giggle escaped your lips. "Cheeky." You said before you bit your bottom lip. You didn't want to second guess yourself, and even in your platform boots, you had to lean up and plant a kiss on Sam's cheek.

"Goodnight, Sam." You said with a shy smile as you drew back from him, a dopey smile on his face as his dimples appeared on his face.

"Yeah," He said breathily before shaking his head slightly and clearing his throat. "Goodnight," Sam said your name before the two of you shared a smile. You stepped back from the doorway and closed the door. You locked the door and turned around to find Jess sitting on her bed with tired eyes but a shit-eating grin on her face.

"You saw the entire thing didn't you?"

"Mhm. Never knew you had the balls to kiss him on the cheek. Maybe you are the top."

Jess wasn't fast enough to dodge the massive stuffed animal you kept on the edge of your bed, and the two of you dissolved into laughter as it hit her face.

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hey! i’m mika/mica (she/her)! 🎀✨

i’m in college and i use this blog to share/reblog teacher crush/attachment things. you’ll mostly find me ranting about my tc on here basically hahaha. I speak three languages (so far, planing on learning more tho (currently learning my fourth one)) but will only be using english on here. i have two siblings, sam (they/them) and gabe (gabriel) (he/him), which i might mention every once in a while. (a lot of my posts are scheduled, so that's why i might not reply but post something)

some of my favorite things:

history & politics

reading (especially historical books)

playing chess

animals (especially cats, sharks, bumblebees and dogs)

listening to music

nature

watching movies, shows and anime

candles

flowers (and their language)

symbolisms

my favorite lyrics:

كلام عينيه في الغرام أحلى من الأغاني

(his eyes are telling more beautiful words than any song)

~ sherine - كلام عينيه (kalam eineh)

‼️DISCLAMER: I ONLY HAVE ONE (1) TC, HIM, THE REST ARE JUST RANDOM TEACHERS THAT I WANNA YAP ABOUT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE‼️

he:

is my tc (i only have one tc, him)

is around his mid/late 50's

has salt and pepper hair

has a son and a daughter

is apparently married 😔 (sadly not to me)

handsome asf

is a very calm person

if you look up the definition of "overworked" he's gonna show up

always wears a business casual suit

is a nerd

vibe: my future husband

relationship with me: student & teacher that are oddly cordial with each other

why this color? that's his hair color 😋 (a lot of symbolism, i know😃)

he ("jade"):

is a rather sweeter older man who tries his best with my class

is 60 (he randomly told me his bday and age lmao)

really, really loves his subject and is very passionate about it

calls everyone just "you" instead of their name

is lowkey overworked

is one of the department heads of my college

is just a chill guy (i don't think this man is able to get angry ngl)

vibe: great uncle/grandpa

relationship with me: friendly student & teacher

why this color? this is a special shade of green called "jade" (#00A36C), it symbolizes calm, wisdom, and harmony. it also represents self-reflection, calmness, strength, creativity, and cheerfulness.

he ("cyan"):

no one can tell me that he does not have adhd-

is hyper asf

is a very sweet guy

has a bit of a short temper (adhd)

is somewhere in his early 40's

would probably do flic flacs around the classroom if he knew how to

is one of the department heads of my college

is his boss (as the department head)

likes to talk smack, especially about him (specifically with him)

most dramatic person to have ever walked this earth

vibe: uncle

relationship with me: niece and uncle (we're not actually related tho)

why this color? this is a special shade of blue called "cyan" (#7DF9FF), it also symbolizes excitement, liveliness, and enthusiasm. it also represents liveliness, dramatism, and dynamism.

he ("tan"):

is his subordinate

if you see he and him interact, you'd think that it's the other way around

he and him are besties

he and him teach the same subject of mine together

is basically like a kindergarten teacher to him

is very sweet

is very calm

he and him are the best duo frfr

is the exact opposite of him when it comes to energy, he's a bit lethargic and calm and he's extremely enthusiastic and restless

likes to talk smack, especially about him (specifically with him)

it's giving mom

vibe: mom

relationship with me: normal/typical student & teacher

why this color? this is a special shade of orange called "tan" (#A0522D), it symbolizes a sense of security, stability, comfort, and warmth. it also represents humility, reliability and honesty.

he ("lemon"):

is my class teacher

doesn't know when one of his "jokes" is too much

has a funny dialect

no one really likes him, not even his colleagues

talks a lot of shit (as in misinformation)

i'm probably one of the only ones who kinda gets along with him, since i used to be friends with his son in kindergarten (but i'm also able to get along with everybody, so)

is like that one aunt who never stops talking

if you talk to him one on one, he'll tell you sooo much random stuff (i know a few things regarding him bc of him)

vibe: that one obnoxious aunt (that never stops talking)

relationship with me: normal/typical student & teacher

why this color? this is a special shade of yellow called "lemon" (#FAFA33), it symbolizes impatience, emotional fragility and selfishness. it also represents lacking compassion and impulsivity.

he ("plum"):

is like the biggest prick on this earth

is about the same height as me, yet still looks 120cm (i'm 1,70m)

is the most arrogant man you'll ever meet

is my class' sports teacher (glad that i don't have to participate in his class)

is the biggest creep to ever exist

i wouldn't be surprised at all if he was gonna get arrested for being a pdf-file

my biggest opp even tho i don't even have him

if he was burning and i had a bucket of water, i'd empty the bucket in the nearest drain and hit him with the empty bucket repeatedly (i'd actually let him burn)

vibe: pdf-file 😐

relationship with me: none. minimum distance: 20 meters.

why this color? this is a special shade of purple called "plum" (#8E4585), it symbolizes arrogance, pompousness and being cynical. it also represents immaturity and unjustness.

he ("beige"):

bro's the definition of "i don't have to come, right? oh- i do...? *disappears for the next two weeks*"

looks like the most strict teacher on this planet

is actually very sweet

seems strict at first, turns out to be really chill tho

does not give the slightest fuck about anything

literally dropped "y'all- i forgot to make verbal grades lmao, i'm just gonna give everyone a b 🧍‍♂️" 💀

is somewhere in his early 60's (why tf are nearly all of my teachers around that age?? 😭)

i don't think this man likes anyone, he just hates everyone equally

his literal colleagues didn't know that he's married, i was the only one who knew (until i accidentally told him about it, since i thought that he knew), since sam used to go to school with his son

is my informatics teacher

vibe: great uncle

relationship with me: normal/typical student & teacher

why this color? this is a special shade of white called "beige" (#C4B797), it symbolizes simplicity, reliability, and neutrality. it also represents calmness and unpretentiousness.

he ("bronze"):

i see him all the time even tho he's not one of my teachers

is superrr kind and sweet

pls adopt me :(

is always really silly and goofy with me (we match each other's freaks (ONLY in a platonic and familial way)) frfr)

i normally tell ppl "don't worry, you're not getting rid of me that easily (jokingly)" but for once he's the one telling me that instead of the other way around :')<3

he's my new dad, idc if he agreed to it or not, i just decided that and my decision is final

my favorite baldie frfr

PLEASE ADOPT ME 😭

is single handedly healing my father issues

gives me random high fives or fist bumps (i love shit like that sm)

is always praising me to my actual teachers and telling other teachers how cool and nice i am (brothaaa 😭🫶)

did i already mention that i want him to adopt me?

vibe: dad

relationship with me: dad-ish and daughter-ish (sadly not actually related tho)

why this color? this is a special shade of brown called "bronze" (#CD7F32), it symbolizes support, warmth, and honesty. it also represents strength and maturity.

(i'm gonna add more from time to time, since i wanna talk a bit more about my other teachers aswell since most of my teachers are incredible)

[holdy-caulfield]

I was listening to The Monkees recently. When the producers of the show didn’t allow them to write their own songs, the songs were about love, girls, some broken heart, just 60s pop stuff.

When they finally were allowed to write their own stuff, they’d write some songs about a man committing s*icide, mental asylum, referencing drugs quite openly, describing apocalyptic landscape, and one of the first punk songs.

Dolenz’ stuff was almost always experimental with the structure, tempo and lyrics. Peter Tork was spilling bars and was very versatile, and amazingly good when it came to psychedelics. Michael could write the country song about love the first day and full on avant garde the next day.

The Monkees themselves were writing DARK songs. Wish they allowed them to be fully creative from the beginning. But there’s a showbiz for you.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Smile

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Summary: Joe’s learning his new girlfriend's ways, along with attempting to get bonus points with her dad.

Warnings: Pure fluff, illusions to smut at the end

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Misc.

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April 9, 2024

Y/n and I have been together for a month.

We met at a party Sam had at his house a few months back, she was his girlfriend’s college roommate and they were best friends still today.

The second I’d laid eyes on y/n, I was taken aback by her beauty.

Sam had noticed, and a sly smile was on his lips when he spoke the words I’d forever be thankful for.

“Go talk to her. She’s single.” - Sam

I had done as Sam said, and we hit it off immediately. By the end of the night, I worked up the courage to ask for her number.

Eventually, I asked her out on a date, and we ended up having the best time.

The rest is history and now we've been dating for a month.

We have a lot in common, but I realized the other day that we don't have the same taste in music.

I liked rap, pop, indie.

On the other hand, y/n loved oldies. Old rock, old soul, and anything 60’s, 70’s, 80’s.

I learned that the other day when I picked her up from her apartment to hang out at my place.

When she was in my passenger seat, y/n controlled the music, and when she shuffled her playlist, I realized I knew nothing.

“Do you know this?” - you

“Uh… no.” - Joe

“You’ve never heard My Girl by The Temptations?!” - you

After she left that night, I found the exact song that she played earlier. Y/n told me it was one of her favorite songs, and I knew I had to learn it.

1965?! Jesus…

I played it over and over. Over and over.

At the gym, in the shower, in my car, over a speaker at the house, in my headphones while playing video games. I was listening to this song as much as possible.

At times, I wondered why I was going through all of this trouble, but the song answered it for me.

My girl, my girl, my girl.

——

“Joey!!” - you

“Hey, baby.” - Joe

Y/n just arrived at my place for the evening and our sleepover. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner and for the rest of the day. We’d eat dinner together and probably cuddle for a bit before going to sleep.

If only she knew the surprise I had in store for her.

“I missed you.” - you

“Missed you too.” - Joe

She wrapped her arms around my middle as mine went to her waist. When y/n pulled away, I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. The chokehold this woman has on me is insane.

“C’mere, I wanna show you something.” - Joe

“What is it?” - you grin

I took her hand and led her to the middle of the kitchen, waking away for a second to click play on my phone that was connected to my speaker.

Her face lit up immediately when she heard the beginning of one of her favorite songs.

“What are you doing?” - you giggled

“C’mere. Dance with me.” - Joe

“You don't know this song!” - you

She said that just as the lyrics started, and y/n was surprised to see me sing along with it.

“What are you doing?” - you

“Dance with me!” - Joe

The look of surprise never left y/n’s face as she joined me in dancing around the kitchen.

I spun her around and pulled her close, dipping her shortly after.

“This is so fun.” - you grinned

“I’m surprised you're able to dance with me, I have two left feet.” - Joe

“You’re perfect, I promise.” - you

We grinned as we sang the chorus to each other, I could tell that y/n was loving every second of this.

Talkin’ ‘bout my girl, my girl

Y/n stepped back and spun around before running back into my arms, a slight pain in my cheeks from how much I was smiling.

In the last fifteen seconds of the song, we stood still, y/n’s arms around my neck and her hands connected at my nape while my arms were around her waist. Our foreheads rested against each other as we stared into each other’s eyes.

As the song faded out, we leaned in, and our lips softly met together. The beginning of a kiss and the ending of the song.

Y/n’s voice was quiet as she spoke, her voice muffled since her face was now pressed to my chest.

“That was the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe smiled

“I can’t believe you learned that whole song for me.” - you

“Well, after a conversation with your dad, he told me that you wanted that song at your wedding, so that means I kinda have to learn it.” - Joe

I regretted saying it as soon as it left my lips; we'd only been together for a month and never once talked about a future. Fuck I've messed up.

Y/n pulled away from my chest and looked up at me, the look in her eyes made my heart stop.

“Wait- forget I said that, I'm sorry.” - Joe

“No. No, it's okay.” - you smiled

I nervously laughed, the super breathy kind that tells on your emotions.

“Yeah?” - Joe

“Yeah. You're right, better to learn it sooner than later.” - you grinned

“You wanna marry me someday?” - Joe

“When the time comes, yes. There's a lot I want to do before that day rolls around, but I can’t picture walking down the aisle to anyone else.” - you

“Good. You don't think we're rushing things by having this conversation after only being together for a month?” - Joe

“You can't rush the inevitable, baby.” - you

I thought for a few seconds before blurting out something I'd been thinking since the moment I laid eyes on this woman.

“I love you.” - Joe

My heart was beating out of my chest when her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped.

“Y-you do?” - you

“Yes, we just talked about marrying each other didn't we?” - Joe chuckled

I laughed to cover up my nervousness, but I don't think it worked. She hasn't said it back yet. If she was going to wouldn't she have said it back by now?

“Do you… do you love me?” - Joe

Y/n’s face fell from shock to amused, a laugh escaping her lips in the process.

“Wait- shit. Did I not say it back yet?” - you

“No.” - Joe states, face not changing

“Oh! I must've just said it in my head then, I was a little in shock.” - you giggled

Laughing together, when we settled down, I stared at her and waited for her to say it back.

“I love you too, Joe.” - you smiled

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Later that night, y/n was in the shower, and I was already in bed.

I grinned to myself as I clipped the video I secretly took earlier when we were dancing in the kitchen.

Better cut it off before we kiss, I thought to myself.

Pulling up her dad’s contact in my phone, I sent him the video and a small text with it.

I'm learning! :)

I waited for his reply, a little nervous to see what he'd say back. I knew he liked me, but this was still his daughter we were dealing with.

When my phone vibrated, I immediately picked it up and clicked on his message.

Atta boy! I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time, and I know it's because of you that she lights up like that again. Thank you for giving my daughter the treatment she deserves.

There’s nothing I love more than making her smile, she's already such a big part of my life. You're welcome, by the way, she deserves nothing but the best.

She feels the same way about you, son. I know she's spending the night at your house tonight, by the way, and I wasn't born yesterday, so stay safe. 👍

Will do. 😂

Just as I hit send, the door of the bathroom opened, but the shower was still on.

Y/n poked her head out of the door with a playful grin on her face.

“I know I'm supposed to be showering, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanna hop in with me?” - you winked

“Oh, hell yeah!” - Joe

I jumped off of the bed and ran towards the bathroom, simultaneously shoving my boxers down my legs. Y/n giggled as I chased after her and jumped into the shower.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as was started making out, the water flowing over our bodies.

“I was just talking to your dad.” - Joe

“Joe, why would you talk about my dad right before we're probably about to have sex?!” - you

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Authors note: I wrote down one of my maladaptive daydreams… 💀

This came from my own head! 💞

[patchodraws]

camp fam and their favourite types of music:

darius-R&B. darius grew up wanting to do everything his dad did, which meant listening to a lot of classic soul music. after he passed, darius wasn’t too interested in exploring other genres, even as Brand got into new styles

kenji-classic rock. similarly, kenji always wanted to impress his dad just as his dad wanted to impress upon him, which meant latching onto classic rock. it’s the only music that reminds him of actual good times spent with his dad.

brooklynn-retro pop. surprisingly, as modern a girl as she is, brooklynn thinks 80’s and 90’s pop is more fun and gets her more motivated to face a busy busy life. girl’s especially fond of madonna.

yaz-metal/hard rock. yaz wants to listen to music that’ll get her blood pumping and adrenaline soaring, which more often than not means heavy percussion, dense guitar rifts, and angrier vocals/lyrics. even at her calmest, she’s so ready to headbang (by herself, of course).

sammy-rock and roll. there’s nothing more homely and more happy to sammy than some cheery duwop and 50’s/60’s rock and roll, plus it has a much more analog sound than most other genres. (country is a close second for her, but people are surprised when she says her favourite band is the beach boys).

ben-also hard rock. just another reason he and Yaz get along so well!

[cloama]

60’s harmonies, goth lyrics, and yacht rock instrumentation. The kids are hilarious.