#John Lennon imagine

[oliviaglumac]

Dress shopping

Paring : John Lennon x reader

Requested : no

Genre : fluff

The excitement was supposed to be in the air as you stepped into the bridal boutique, the soft, romantic music playing in the background, the delicate fabrics and lace surrounding you. You were about to try on wedding dresses, the first step to your new life with John. It was supposed to be perfect, a day of joy, and a step closer to your dream.

But it didn’t feel that way.

Your bridal party—your closest friends, the people you trusted most—had been making offhand remarks and not-so-subtle comments ever since you stepped through the door.

“Oh, that one’s a bit too…old-fashioned for my taste,” one of your bridesmaids said, her tone dripping with distaste as you held up a vintage lace gown. “I mean, you’re not a grandma, are you?”

You forced a smile, trying to brush it off, but the words stung.

Another one, who had been quiet up until now, chimed in. “I don’t know. The skirt looks a bit…too big. You’re going to look like you’re drowning in it.”

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, the excitement draining from your veins as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. The dress wasn’t perfect, but you’d thought it was beautiful, the kind of gown you’d pictured yourself wearing when you’d imagined your wedding.

But with each comment, your confidence chipped away, and before long, the excitement turned to dread.

As you stepped into the changing room to try on another dress, you fought back the tears that were threatening to spill. You could hear the laughter and the backhanded comments from the other side of the curtain, and it made your stomach turn. You had been so excited about this moment, but now it felt like a mockery.

It was then that you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You asked the front desk to use their phone to call John.

“It’s y/n” you said as he picked up, “hello,love” he said his voice warm and comforting, just what you needed.

“I… I can’t do this,” you whispered, a sob escaping before you could stop it. “They’re… they’re being so rude. I don’t know what to do. I just… I can’t.”

John was silent for a moment, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of him standing up. “Where are you? I’m on my way, love. Stay right there, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

John arrived at the boutique in record time. When he walked in, the sound of the door opening seemed to drown out all the noise in the room. The bridal party stopped talking as they saw him approach, and you could hear the slight tension in the air.

You were still in the changing room, the door cracked open, your face buried in your hands.

Without a word, John walked toward you, his calm, steady presence grounding you. You barely noticed him until he opened the door and stepped inside, a concerned look on his face as he saw your tear-streaked cheeks.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, sitting beside you and gently pulling you into his arms. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I thought this would be fun. I thought they’d be excited, but all they’ve done is criticize everything I’ve tried on. And I just don’t know what to do,” you confessed, burying your face in his chest.

John’s hands rested on your back, soothing you as he kissed the top of your head. “You don’t need their approval, sweetheart. This is about you. You’re the one who’s going to be walking down that aisle, not them.”

“But I want them to be happy. I want this to be perfect for everyone,” you said, your voice shaky.

John pulled back just enough to lift your chin, so your eyes met his. “You’re perfect. This day is about you and me, about starting our lives together. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

He gave you a reassuring smile, brushing away a stray tear. “Let me handle this, yeah?”

Without waiting for a response, John stood up, walked toward the curtain that separated you from the others, and threw it open, his presence commanding the room.

“You’ve said your piece,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Now, you’re going to leave. This is supposed to be a special day for her, and all you’ve done is make her feel small.”

Your bridesmaids all looked stunned, but no one said anything at first.

“I don’t want anyone making my girl feel like this again. So, take your things and go,” John added, his eyes piercing through the silence.

Slowly, your bridal party filed out of the store, looking unsure of how to handle the situation. John came back to you immediately after, crouching in front of you again and offering a soft smile.

“Let’s pick your dress, love. Just us. What do you say?”

You blinked back more tears but nodded, grateful for John’s unwavering support.

After a few minutes, you stepped back into the changing room, now at ease with John by your side. The two of you sifted through the dresses, no longer worried about opinions. John helped you find one that made your heart flutter—a sleek, elegant gown with a simple but stunning silhouette. When you put it on and stepped out, John’s eyes lit up, and his smile was brighter than ever.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice full of awe. “You look absolutely perfect. It’s the one, love. I can already picture you walking down that aisle to me.”

You smiled through your tears, finally feeling that rush of excitement again. This moment, this dress, was just for you and John, and it was everything.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your heart full.

“I’m always going to be here for you, love. You deserve to feel beautiful, and you are. Always,” he said, his hand gently resting over your heart.

And with that, you knew everything would be alright.

[dayluxe]

Days of Glory - The Beatles

¡ request are open !

pairing: The Beatles x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: you and the band reminisce about the past when they first arrive in the United States.

warnings: a bit long, use of affectionate nicknames between the band members towards the reader, a bit of McLennon's innuendo, use of the translator, a lot of nonsense.

The boys and you had just landed in America for the first time. The emotion was running high.

It was well known that the band was loved by many and hated by few, but still you all felt nervous.

At first no one believed in you, well, in you rather.

Seeing a woman being part of a band with four boys was not the norm. People were shocked to see a girl play an instrument, and to behave so inappropriately according to them. Let's say that the boys didn't care about this.

you were friends with George, since childhood. You had lived side by side all your life, you were like nail and dirt. And when he began to be interested in the world of music, you were already in. You've been interested in other instruments before, leaning more toward wind instruments. But when his fascination with guitars arose, you accompanied him.

They were a good duo, everyone said so. They both wrote really good lyrics, and you sang them most of the time. His guitar went perfectly with your voice, and they spent hours and hours writing nonsense and doing choruses with his guitar.

When he met the boys it was amazing. George's creativity expanded, and he was excited to be part of a band, but another part of him didn't want to leave you. So she recommended you to them, she said that she had a friend with a spectacular voice and that she could do everything. For you it was a very generous gesture on his part, and you soon hired yourself by meeting the guys. It was a very chaotic process, as they were very jerky at times, but you got used to them quickly, and they got used to you too.

Soon everything was history. you went from parties to bars continuously. taking advantage of every opportunity to make themselves known and grow as a band.

His songwriting sessions were the rarest thing you'll ever witness. there were times when it was based on an exchange of words between John and Paul, and then you followed instructions. But there were times when the music simply flowed between everyone, like a river of notes and lyrics. Those days gave you the reason to continue doing that, to continue with them. to continue making music.

His story was long, and soon life gave him success.

Your role in the group was multitudinous. from doing backing vocals, or writing lyrics, to being the second drummer.

Your instrument store had been expanded. You didn't just touch the wind. You could go from woodwinds to string instruments with ease, giving you an extensive list of roles within the band.

And so we got here. You and your boys in the United States.

The flight was exciting. You had about 20 camera cartridges with you to take pictures. You wanted a memory of everything, absolutely everything. George was on your left, you had given him the window space for his luck. You couldn't sleep, in fact none of them could. Their laughter did not stop at any time, and questions such as 'do you think you will find a good bird there?' were the main topic for the teasing.

"I see you nervous, beautiful. Is it because of my presence?" you heard George say from your side "haha, how funny Geo. and no, I just think about the number of beauties that will be waiting for me when I arrive" you said in an arrogant tone "what a big ego, y/n, but in case you don't know, I'm their favorite, not you" John told you as he passed through the hallway. "Excuse me, we all know that I am the favorite, and that is very clear," you shouted back.

George next to you watched with amusement the little argument between the two of you. Those fights happened frequently, since their big egos clashed too much which sometimes also triggered fights when recording, but that's another topic.

"Stop both of you, it's obvious that the favorite is me" Ringo's voice was heard in the middle of everything. You and John stared at each other, waiting for who would say the first word "finally someone says something meaningful, thank you ringo" you said, as you rolled your eyes and leaned back in your seat. "Here among us, you are my favorite" George whispered to you next to you. you turned around, with a big smile on your face "you're my favorite too, Georgie" you said as you pinched her cheek.

that was a habit you had built over time. You remember the first time you did that, George looked at you with a big frown on his face. As if you had told me the worst insult in the world. The next few times you did it just to tease him and see his face, and over time he just got used to it.

"We're going to land guys, please take a seat and fasten your seatbelts" you heard people say all over the plane. Your nerves increased, just thinking about the number of people who would be in that place. expectant upon their arrival. You felt your nerves turn to nausea, and your hands began to sweat.

Your friend noticed your change in behavior, and asked if you were okay "I'm fine, just a little nervous. The usual," you told him. It was true, because of all the people in the band, for some reason you were the most nervous when you gave a concert. "If you know they will love you, right? Literally, those girls are obsessed with you, in a good way, obviously," he told you, and then grabbed your hand among more of his "so don't be afraid, just go out there and be you," he told you while kissing your hand.

The welcome was amazing. what do you say, it was spectacular. The girls (and some boys) were screaming and crying for the band, for all of you.

Your camera kept letting out little 'clicks' 'clicks' 'clicks'. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but your mind couldn't do more than that and say hello. Your heart swelled just seeing the number of people that were there. Multiple groups with giant posters with their names and faces cut out. girls crying and shouting their names, ecstatic by their presence.

When they went down the stairs you felt yourself floating among people. Like your heart wants to go with the fans and hug them all, but you knew that would probably go very wrong. you greeted and gave friendly smiles to everyone, some girls cried when you turned to look at them.

When we arrived at the hotel it was all laughter and silly conventions with the boys. You and Ringo sprawled on the nearest couch. Paul went for something to eat, while John talked nonstop. George was looking at them all from an individual couch with amusement. He was smoking, as always.

"Did you see them, they're crazy about us, crazy!!" shouted John in the air, "Are you ready to hunt some pretty birds here Richie?" you said, as you elbowed him. "no, I already have one, and it's right next to me" he said while winking "who is it? Don't tell me you're going out with the pillow on the couch?" said John, before Ringo could answer you jumped defensively: "It's about time you said it, my dear Ringo. Just so everyone knows, Ringo and I are dating." You said in a dramatic tone, pretending to be caught up in something. "What?! I thought ours was real, baby. How do you go out with him?" Paul shouted at you as he left the kitchen "No, that's false, we all know who you're dating here, dear Paulie" you said looking at him with complicity. Everyone laughed and looked at each other. "Don't reveal his secret, my dear," Ringo told you as he rolled a lock of your hair around his finger.

The boys smoked and ate some. You decided to eat a couple of cookies with a soft drink you found in the fridge. they would eat after doing all the interviews they had for that day.

they were all on the balcony. The fresh air carried away the smoke of cigarettes, and was enveloped with the smell of the city. "Guys, have you ever imagined getting here? Like it wasn't just yesterday that we were in the cave playing for the first time, and now we have a bunch of crazy fans, we're America and in a super fancy hotel". You told them as you looked out over the city. Thousands of cars and people were passing through the streets. The air moved your hair and collided with your face, it felt warm and fresh, different from the air in liverpool.

they turned to look at you, thinking about what to say "well, i don't think any of us could have imagined getting to this place. but we are here, we managed to form a band that is loved and admired by many. no one imagined that, but we are all grateful to be here, together" said Paul looking at them all.

They all smiled happily, each of them deep in thought about the situation. "these are our glory days, don't you think?" said John, as a mischievous smile spread across his face "let's not dwell on that now, let's enjoy the present, and all those pretty girls crying for us" he spoke again as he let out a small giggle.

Before anyone could say anything, one of the staff came into the room and said it was time for an interview. Everyone got dressed up to look presentable, while you went to touch up your make-up.

The tour to the site was not long. It felt cheerful and lively as always, everyone was obviously excited.

When they arrived, multiple cameras blinded them with their flashes. they stood where they were told to stand in the usual order. A myriad of microphones were in front of you, all trying to get some of your attention. There were probably more than 20 journalists in that place.

Questions came and went, all naturally thanks to the friendly energy of the band. it was the turn of a journalist, her voice reached your ears and it was probably the most beautiful voice you had ever heard before. she shouted your name and then asked "what do you think about the many rumours that you are dating George or one of the boys, is it true and how do you take it?"

you laughed. because to the surprise of many, you didn't date any of them, let alone would you date any of them. that would be disgusting "well, that's a dirty rumour that's been around forever. i don't date my little Georgie, or any of them-" "too bad" Ringo interrupted your answer, everyone burst out laughing and you gave Ringo a playful punch in the side. "stop it, stop it. but no, i don't go out with any of them, it's funny to me that they think so, but they are all very unbearable as friends, imagine as a couple. but if you want you can be my next bird, i don't know, think about it my dear". you said and then winked at the journalist.

it was obvious that many people didn't believe you. but to be true, you as friends were very close, and many people during your career had created rumours that you had a relationship with each other, or even that you had a polyamorous relationship, a rumour that left you very shocked.

at one point during the interview a journalist asked what their inspiration was when writing and creating music, a basic question that more than one person asked. each of the guys gave their answer, from moments that happened, or just minimal objects. when it was your turn (after thinking your answer through) you spoke "i would say they all inspire me. i just look at each one of them, and my mind flies between lyrics and clever melodies. it inspires me to know that i'm here, with them, that we achieve what we achieve together. there are times when we record that i just look at them and think 'wow, they're all so magnificent' and it's a very intimate feeling, you know. like a connection that makes me create for them, for the band, for the people who listen to us, for us to keep growing together as a band and as individuals. i don't know, i think so".

your response left more than one person in the room moved. it had been a response of your own, you had always been known as 'the sentimental beatle', a nickname you didn't like so much sometimes. you were a romantic of sorts, and you didn't deny it. your lyrics embodied your passion and love for things, and people loved that.

"What a romantic answer that was, darling" you heard John say from the other side. You could see the smile on his face without even glancing at him "Well my dear John, that's the effect of being away from you" you said as you looked at him and smiled.

for the rest of the interview the boys looked at you with joy and warmth. your answer had touched their hearts, even John's. loving looks and smiles turned your way every time you were asked questions. the boys wouldn't say it, they are too proud for that, but they were really grateful to you.

They had no energy for anything else, just eating and wanting to snuggle into the soft sheets of their bed. "I'm hungry, I feel like the worm in my stomach is eating itself" you shouted as they entered their bedroom "I want to sleep with you" George said as they sat next to each other on the sofa "Me too Geo, me too" you said with your eyes closed as you snuggled under his shoulder.

"do you want to know a secret, Geo?" you asked him while you were still in the same position "tell me dear" he said. his hand played with your hair, all the boys loved to do that "i love you, you and the boys, you don't know how much" you said to him while you changed position to look him in the eyes. on his face a smile was drawn, a real smile that showed his cute fangs. "I love your fangs, and Paulie's eyelashes, just like I love Rich's rings, and John's glasses. I really love you, all of you," you told him.

Your smile was shy, but pleasant. one that a grandmother gives you after a cozy hug.

"Why do you suddenly get so loving?, it seems that you are saying goodbye, are you going to die? tell me no, please, I couldn't stand this band without you" he told you as his hands found his "don't be silly Geo, I just wanted to make you feel loved. You never say things like that to each other, I thought it was time to show you my love, didn't you?" you replied, letting out a small chuckle. You felt shy for a moment, embarrassed by your love. "You know a lot of secrets about me, and you know that one of those secrets is that I love you. I know, you know it, everyone knows it, and in case it's not clear to you, I'll tell you again. I love you, my dear, I love you," he replied.

They both laughed, as if they were two kindergarten children who had just gotten into a mischief. Their love was real, a soulmate love, but not a love from beyond. You understood each other as no one else did, but not in that way.

"Wait, stay here, don't move," you told your friend. You left without giving him any explanation, straight to your room in search of your camera. You wanted to capture this moment "I'm back. Now, look at the camera for me, please," you said as you placed the camera at your eye level. George didn't have time to say a word when he heard the camera click "you didn't let me know!" he yelled at you, you laughed "you looked good, I swear, plus the best photos are spontaneous, believe me" you said calmly. "I just heard a click, maybe he was taking pictures without me?!?" they heard John shout from the kitchen. Those guys really had no bottom. Soon they were all huddled in the armchair, laughing and fighting with each other.

You took multiple photos. from candid photos of them talking and laughing, to them being in funny poses. "Let's go out on the balcony, I have an idea" you told everyone. Everyone followed you, the air was a little colder thanks to the scarce sun. Their streets were still as busy as when they arrived.

they all settled behind the city. The blue sky was visible in the background, next to their buildings and apartments. You turned your camera around, trying to move it as far away as possible, and you took the picture.

At the time you didn't know it, but that photo came out perfect.

Ringo smiled as he showed off his rings. Paul smiled as always, with that beautiful pose of his. John was looking at the camera through his beautiful glasses, smiling like no other photo. George posed with his cigarette dangling on his fingers, smiling like when they were 10 years old, the smoke adorning his face in an angelic way. And you were in the middle, with the brightest smile in the world, your eyes shining as you looked at the camera.

When they returned from the United States you kept that photo with your life after seeing it.

You took it to all the other concerts you had together, always kept in your pocket as if it were a lucky charm. And every time you felt discouraged you saw it, closed your eyes and remembered the moment.

And every time you turned to the photo you laughed, remembering as if it were yesterday when you shouted "let's go for those little glories days" as they left the room for their first concert. You remembered how they laughed, everything they enjoyed that stay. You remember the euphoria of going out to play and feel how the screams of people made you vibrate. You could feel their excitement despite being about 20 meters away from them, and you loved that.

There was nothing more rewarding than leaving the concert sweaty and with the adrenaline rush. Still feeling the strings of the guitar in your fingers.

That photo wasn't just a piece of paper. It was your reason, your motivation. That was the reason why you were here, how you got here. That was your reminder of why you did what you did, and why you kept doing it.

a/n: something a little different, I wanted to feed my hyperfixation that I've had lately for the Beatles.

[thebeatles-world]

oh awesome !! would you be comfortable writing a John × reader with auburn hair that reminds him of his mum's? And maybe some comforting him ensues

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The dim light of the recording studio cast long shadows, but your auburn hair caught the faint glow, reminding John of home. His eyes softened when they fell on you, lost in thought, comparing the rich tones of your hair to the familiar warmth of his mother’s.

“Y’know,” he murmured, a rare vulnerability lacing his voice, “your hair... it reminds me of my mum’s. Same color.”

You paused, watching him with quiet concern. It wasn't often that John let his guard down, and when he did, it was usually in fleeting moments like these.

“You miss her, don’t you?” you asked softly, moving closer.

He gave a small nod, his eyes a little too distant, as though he was reliving memories from long ago. “Every day,” he admitted, his voice breaking just slightly.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers gently combing through his hair, offering him comfort in the only way you knew how. He leaned into your touch, his head falling to your shoulder as though he had been waiting for this moment.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m making her proud,” he whispered. “With all this madness... all this fame...”

“You are,” you reassured him, your hand tracing soothing circles on his back. “She’d be so proud of you, John. For your music, for everything.”

He didn’t respond right away, but you felt his arm snake around your waist, holding you close as if you were his lifeline. The room was quiet, the only sound his quiet breathing as he sought the comfort he hadn’t known he needed.

And in that moment, you knew you were more than just a reminder of the past. You were his present, and maybe, just maybe, a part of his future too.

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[ringstarrr]

hi, it's been a while lol

i know i went mia, but just checking in to say: i'm writing again. i graduated college, i moved out my parents house and have more free time.

unfortunately i lost some of the older requests, but i plan on writing the ones i still have and remember until early january.

also, i'm currently writing a long fic with george in which the main character is a foreign journalist on vacation visiting the uk and gets involved with him - while her country is under a military dictatorship. i plan to start posting it in early january, two friends of mine are helping me edit and fact-check a few things.

so yeah. i'm officially back :)

but please!!!! be patient with me lol i missed this

[conjcosby]

Imagine by John Lennon ▫ The message is loud and clear. Stop gun violence and stop war. 🙏

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJ9ucSk9/

[gagliandi]

From Idea to Lyrics

From Idea to Lyrics

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[ringosmistress]

[theoriginallittledarling]

[budingatuno]

I baked this meme today oh boy

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Jared Padalecki started a protest to have McDonald’s breakfast banned and sang John Lennon’s Imagine to raise awareness for the cause.

[mclennon-amv]

beetles

[henrythehorse]

john lennon yelling "i need him" is sooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫 idk maybe my ears are broken bc i've never seen anyone talk about this. do people just not hear it or are we ignoring it because he had done much gayer stuff?

[thebeatles-world]

A Different Path

Summary: It’s 2023. Y/N and her boyfriend get into an argument and y/n wishes that she got to go back in time and meet the Beatles…And her wish comes true.

You and your boyfriend got into an argument. You both been getting frustrated with each other for the past few days and you knew that it wasn’t going to work out no matter how much he loved you. You were ready to either break up with him or either take a break from the relationship.

“Whatever. I’ll give you some space.” Your boyfriend scolded, getting his phone and jacket from your bed.

“I don’t bloody care what you do.” You said as you rolled your eyes at him in frustration.

“You are not even British anyways so stop acting like you are British.” Your boyfriend said in an annoyed voice.

“Just get out!” You pointed at your door as you breathed in frustration.

“You listen way too much to the Beatles I swear.” Your boyfriend said before slamming your door.

“I don’t care what you think.” You screamed but it was too late. He already left your room.

With a groan, you slammed your drawers shut.

“Oh, I wish… I wish I went back in time and met the Beatles.” You said out loud.

You looked at your Beatles poster in sadness.

“Why… oh why… must I been born in the wrong generation.” You said softly.

You had tons of the Beatles songs on your Spotify playlist. You had thousands of photos saved of the Beatles from your gallery on your phone.

“Boys in this generation aren’t even that cute.” You said disgustedly.

You sighed as you looked at the Beatles poster on your wall once again.

They were sitting down together while smiling in black and white.

“Oh, how I wish I went back in time and met the Beatles.” You said hopefully as you closed your eyes.

Suddenly you felt dizzy. You felt as if everything in the room was spinning around you.

What’s happening?” You said in confusion as you could barely see due to the dizziness around you.

You lay down on your bed and tried not to get nauseous from the dizziness.

You closed your eyes and all you remembered is blacking out from the dizziness.

…

You felt yourself lying down on cold pavement ground. You slowly opened your eyes and noticed that you weren’t in your room anymore. You were lying down on a sidewalk and in a strange place.

“Where am I? What’s going on?.” You exclaimed in fear as you looked around you. This wasn’t your room or the town you lived in. This was a different place and a different kind of town that you didn’t recognize.

“Oh my, are you okay?” A male voice said behind you.

Before you could speak, you turned around to see who was speaking to you and you were in shock when you saw who it was.

It was George Harrison.

You felt too stunned to speak.

“I..I..” you managed to say but you couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Did you bump your head, love? You look pale.” George asked you as he put his hand on your forehead.

You felt your face turn bright red.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe he’s touching my forehead right now. I can’t believe he’s here in person.” You thought.

You tried your best not to fangirl in front of him. Even though you wanted to scream in excitement because George Harrison was here in person. Right in front of you.

You just nodded as you stared at him.

“I know who you are. You are George Harrison… From The Beatles.” You said weakly as you continued to stare at him.

“That’s right love.” He chucked.

“Where are your parents? I’m sure we can call them. There’s a pay phone not too far away or I can take you to your house?” George said.

You quickly panicked and tried to think fast of a way to make up a lie.

How crazy would it sound to tell George that you made a wish to meet the Beatles and it came true?

Well, you met one of them. Besides you honestly had a crush on all the Beatles and couldn’t decide which one was your favorite.

“I uh don’t have any parents. I’m an orphan here? I.. um… unfortunately my parents abandoned me here and went back to America.” You tried your best to make sure your lie made sense.

“Oh no love. That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” George sadly said, feeling sorry for you.

You nodded sadly even though you were pretending to give a sob story to make George feel sorry for you.

“I’m all alone here. I know nothing about living here in England.” You continue to say, acting dramatic.

“Don’t worry darling, how about you come with me? So that’s why you won’t be alone here. I would hate for some creep to snatch you away. What do you say?” George offers you his hand to help you off the ground.

Your face turned bright red.

Oh my gosh… was this happening??

“Why yes of course.” You took George’s hand as he helped you off the ground.

[before-the-last-midtownshow]

this is a reminder that not only did john lennon hate paul mccartneys 1971 album ram, he in fact hated it so much that he posed with a pig (that he was afraid of) to immitate paul's album art and then put that picture in his album imagine just to make fun of him

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