#aynil

[aynil-org-hearts]

Just a little reminder in the everyday moments: All you need is love. ❤️✨ It’s the simple things that often hold the most meaning. Take a moment, pause, and let this message brighten your day. 💕🌟 #AYNIL #allyouneedislove #simplemoments #spreadlove #heartfelt https://ift.tt/2LjvpDr

[veidelon]

hi there! secret santa dropping in, really just to thank you for the abundance of detail on your form. you gave me so much to work with that I didn't quite have any questions for you, but still wanted to let you know I'm excited to share my gift and I'm also super thankful to have been paired with someone specific in detail yet still open to creative liberties! I hope your holiday season has been off to a nice start ❤️

aw <3 thank you! The absolute last thing I want is to force someone to write something they don’t want to, so I hope you’re having fun with whatever you decided to do!

I think this goes without saying, but I’m obviously super excited to receive your gift! Happy crimble very new year etc.

[pleasantlyinsincere]

Listened to Gaines being interviewed on SATB and as far as I understood he confirmed that they told Paul and others they were writing a book about the 60's. That could explain why the interviews feel massively short. Maybe 80% of what they asked were general 60's questions to not make the interviewees suspicious. In the other youtube interview Gaines says something along the lines of 'Why would you want to listen to the tapes. All the important parts are transcribed. The rest were conversations about fashion and culture.' And that would fit with that explanation as well.

Still leaves the question where the stories from TLYM that aren't in the AYNIL interviews come from. The less they spoke about the Beatles, the more unlikely it seems that they would leave major parts out of the transcriptions.

[dollarbin]

Sandy Saturdays #2:

On My Way by Sandy Denny and The Strawbs

The summer of 67 was dominated by two songs you know well.

One of them, Aretha Franklin's Respect, is titanic, a song that is as important and on fire today as it was then.

The other, The Beatles's All You Need Is Love, kinda sucks.

Come on, admit it, the song is a bore. By the time Paul interrupts the interminable fade out to sing "she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah" we all wish they'd sang that song instead. Would I rather listen to The Monsanto Years all over again instead of All You Need is Love? Hell no. But after the high water mark of Strawberry Fields Forever/Penny Lane at the dawn of 67 Ringo and his moptop mustachioed mates hit a dull patch singles-wise which, in addition to AYNiL, includes the asinine but hummable supermarket anthem Hello, Goodbye (seriously, it's always on while I contemplate lunch meat; I hate buying lunch meat) and the frantic Lady Madonna.

Look beyond those two dominant summer tracks and you'll see that 67 otherwise featured a lot of bubblegum pop: the Monkees' I'm a Believer and The Turtles' Happy Together are obvious examples. What was missing altogether in 67's jovial pop department were female voices. The Mamas and Papas and Sonny and Cher had already had their moments largely come and go. Yes, Grace Slick commanded everyone to experience her white rabbit that summer, but that great song scares the hell out of me; pop confection it is not, nor did it top the charts.

Linda Ronstadt would soon fill the feminine gap. In the fall of 67 she married the bubblegum gesture of the day to the independent feminine power Franklin had unleashed at the opening of the summer. Take a listen to her broad strength on Different Drum.

"Get all men and their ponies behind me; place them behind bushes," Linda commands. "I'm as loud as an entire orchestra and I'm not letting any person, place or thing pull the reins in on me."

In my own version of the multiverse, in August 67, when Respect was still echoing in everyone's ears and Different Drum not was not yet beating, The Beatles scrap their nice but unoriginal idea about people needing love and they stand bloody well aside, making way for Sandy Denny. Here's what Sandy recorded that July with an earnest group of pop wannabes: this song that was not released (in our version of reality anyway) until 6 long years later:

Lean into this piece. All the ingredients are in place for pop chart domination: there's a catchy chorus, bold, warm chord changes, vague romantic optimism and let's-pass-the-hat-among-friends vocal sharing.

And then there's Sandy. Just as bold in her way as Linda and Aretha, she tuns this simple pop nugget into a bold declaration of feminine power. By comparison, the poor guy who shares vocals with her sounds like he's James Madison sized: Five foot nothing, 95 pounds. Then again, any man would be instantly insignificant beside Denny. Stephen Stills would be lilliputian.

So get in your time machine already and head back to 67: give Sandy and the Strawbs a slightly bigger budget and a marketing plan. Then we'll all have this song in our bones instead of Happy Together. Wouldn't that be great?

Athena sprang forth from Zeus's head fully armed. In the summer of 67 Ronstadt and Franklin confronted patriarchy and popular tastes with that kind of unabashed feminine strength and power. It's only because some dumb record producer initially shelved On My Way in 67 that we don't think of Sandy Denny in those very same terms.

So go out and get Sandy this Saturday.

[aynil-org-sticker]

Some love in the car park! Wait.. that sounded weird.. Anyway, love u! ❤️⁠ ⁠ #aynil #aynil_org #sticker #love https://instagr.am/p/CKi8VHxs6HJ/

[stopandimagineloveforever]

All You Need Is Love (with proposal)

[i-am-the-life-of-the-party]

love is all you need

[wlkingcontraindication]

I have written the first 3 parts of my new 60s Drarry AU! So keep your eyes open for All You Need Is Love!!!

[aynil-org-hearts]

Found a little heart on the walls—proof that art and love are everywhere. 🐶❤️ Keep your eyes open for the small things that brighten your day. Love is everywhere. Even on the wall. 🌟✨ #AYNIL #allyouneedislove #animal #urban #streetart #simplejoys https://ift.tt/6ArgexM

[raynil]

I love feeling randomly smug about getting this url as though raynil is a popular character from a popular thing and i have Snatched it, and he’s not just. my OC lol.

[kurtstinypurse]

the only appropriate time to change pronouns in a song is to MAKE it gay

gay_irl

[inspiteallthedanger]

If you could borrow any item of clothing from a Beatle what would you pick?

Oh no, what a brilliant and terrible question. I've been trying to come up with a good answer. Let's review my top options (I'm ignoring solo era fashion because this was already too hard):

Would love one of the pink twat hats

Would love John's jacket from the All You Need is Love performance

John's jacket from Sgt Pepper's launch is really back in fashion now and it's so good

George's flower boots from Get Back, would wear them everyday

John's jumpsuit from the final fashion shoot. The most iconic outfit ever

George has a lot of amazing jackets, but this one is amazing:

Any number of George's shirts, but this is a fave:

So, what to pick? I guess either the twat hat orJohn's AYNIL jacket... hmmmm.... The jacket is more fun, so let's go with that.

[aynil-org-sticker]

some love for your coffee break ☕️❤️⁠ ⁠ #aynil #aynil_org #hearts #love #butfirstcoffee https://instagr.am/p/CGpfwQ1rkOR/

[lezet]

Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi & LEZET's "Horses" album is out on AEP's bandcamp (France)!!!!!

Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi & LEZET's "Horses" album is out!

truly honoured to have worked on some great music with the inimitable Antonella!

AEP voice

LEZET music

cover art LEZET

https://antonellaeyeaynilporcelluzzi.bandcamp.com/album/horses

[merhim71]

Allâhümmec’al efdale salavatike ebeden.

Ve ennema bereketike sermeden

Ve ezka tahiyyetike fadlen ve adeden *

alâ eşrefil halâigıl insâniyyeti

Ve mecmail hakâigıl iy-âiyyeh

Ve tûrittecelliyetil ihsâniyyeti

Ve mehbitıl esrârı-r-Rah-niyyeti

Ve arûsil memleketi-r-Rabbâniyyeti

Vevâsıtati ıgdi-n-Nebiy-yine ve mukaddemi

ceyşil mürseliyn

Ve gâidi râkbil enbiyâil mü-kerremiyn

Ve efdalil halgi ecmaiyn *

Hâmili livâil izzil a’lâ ve mâliki ezimmetil

mecdil esnâ

Şâhidi esrârıl ezel * Ve müşâhidi envâri-s-Se-

vâ bigıl üvel

Ve tercumâni lisânil gıdem *

Ve men beil ilmi ve hılmi vel hikemi mazhari

sırril cûdil cüz-i vel külli

Ve insâni aynil vücûdil ulvi ve sûfli rûhi

cesedil kevneyn

Ve ayni hayâti-d-dâreynil mütehaggı bia’lâ

rutebil ubûdiyyeti

Vel mütehalligı bi ahlâkıl mekâmetil astıfa

iyyetil hâlilil a’zâmi vel habiybil ekrem

Seyyidina ve Mevlana ve Habibina

Muhammedibni abdillâh ibni abdilmuttalib

ve alâ sâiril enbiyâi vel mürseliyne

ve ala melaiketikel mugarrebiyn* ve alâ

ibadillâhi-s-Sâlihiyn * min ehli-s-Semâvâti ve

ehlil erdiyna kül-lemâ

zekereke-z-zakirûn * ve ğafele anzikrikel

ğâfilûn* ve sellim ve radiyallâhu an eshâbi

resulillâhi ecmaiyn. Amin

[sweater-vest-reid]

All You Need is Love: Chapter Thirteen “Strawberry Fields Forever”

A Love Story Told by The Fab Four / Inspired by “Across the Universe”

Spencer Reid: a genius, hardworking, dedicated FBI profiler. Persephone “Percy” Jacobson: a passionate, brilliant, ambitious FBI specialist, and the newest member of the BAU. Spencer doesn’t believe in soulmates. Persephone doesn’t believe in happy endings. Told nonlinearly, watch as time, each other, and The Beatles, proves them wrong.

Chapter List

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A/N: Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it! Here’s a special holiday chapter as my present to all of you! And thank you to @whale-of-a-time for the meeting the parents idea!

Listen here

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Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever

{2008} “Merry Christmas Spence” Percy said over the phone.

It was Christmas morning, and Spencer was getting ready to leave his hotel room. He was visiting his mom in Las Vegas for the holiday like he did every year. But unlike every other Christmas, this year, Percy called him.

“Merry Christmas to you too” Spencer replied.

“How’s your mom?” Percy asked. 

“She’s doing well. I was just about to go and see her”

“I’m glad she’s doing well.” Percy said, “Tell her I say hi” 

Spencer smiled, “I will. How’s your family?”

Percy exhaled dramatically, “They’re uh… they’re great. Just as lively as ever”

“Lively?” Spencer asked.

“Let’s just say some of my family members are really into the Christmas spirit. And eggnog, they’re really into eggnog.”

“They’re drunk?” 

“Yup”

“What time is it there? Isn’t it only 11 in the morning?” Spencer asked.

“Never too early for eggnog, according to the Jacobsons.” Percy laughed. Spencer savored the sound. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard. 

“I came out on the porch to escape the madness, and I realized I never wished you a Merry Christmas before I left. So yeah. Merry Christmas. Again”

His smile grew wider, “Thank you, Percy, you didn’t have to- “

Spencer was cut off by a large crash, followed by faint screams and laughs.

“Oh my god” Percy said.

“What happened?” Spencer asked, “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine.” She replied, “But our Christmas tree is uh…how do I put this? No longer vertical. And there’s a large chance it landed on one of my aunts”

There was a moment of silence before both agents broke into laughter.

“So listen, I have to go deal with this, but it was nice talking to you, Spence.” 

“Same with you Percy. I’ll see you soon.” Replied Spencer.

“See you. Bye!” 

Spencer sat down, in awe of the conversation that had just occurred. Percy rarely called him out of the blue like that. And never just to talk.

Little did Percy know, but she had just given him the best Christmas present he’d ever received.

Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see

{2009} “The Nutcracker is much… longer than I expected it to be,” Percy commented as they stepped out of the theatre and into the frigid night air.

It was the first Christmas eve Percy and Spencer had ever spent together. Spencer had already visited his mom this month so he didn’t go to Las Vegas for Christmas like he normally did. Percy had planned on visiting her family, but her flight was canceled. With no other available flights this close to Christmas, she had to stay in Quantico. But, there was a silver lining, as staying in D.C. meant spending Christmas with Spencer.

“Yeah much longer,” Spencer agreed, “But it was good, right?”

“Yeah, I think so? How do you know when a ballet is good?” Percy asked.

“Beats me,” Spencer laughed.

Spencer took a deep breath, reaching down to grab Percy’s hand. She squeezed it back, and he instantly relaxed. 

It had only been a month since they’d let themselves hold hands. Only a month since they’d starting sharing kisses. Only a month since they’d finally put a name to their relationship: dating. The team didn’t know yet, but they were about to find out.

“What time is it?” Percy asked as they entered the car.

Spencer checked his watch, “It’s almost 8:30”

“Great. We’ll be at Rossi’s before nine” Percy replied as they left the parking lot and headed for the street.

Neither of them had exactly planned to tell the team that night, at least not out loud. But they knew that at Rossi’s they were going to come clean. It’s hard enough hiding a relationship from your friends. But when your friends are profilers? Almost impossible. 

The car ride was quiet, both of them too nervous to speak. The radio was on, and Christmas music played quietly throughout the car. Percy hummed along to the music, sometimes singing a word or two out loud. 

Spencer loved listening to her sing. The other day, when Percy spent the night at his place, he caught her singing in the shower. Spencer didn’t tell her, instead, he just sat on his bed and listened, thankful he had gotten the chance to hear it.

They pulled up to Rossi’s, quickly running up to the door to escape the cold. “How are we going to tell them?” Percy asked them before they knocked on the door.

“I don’t know,” Spencer replied, grabbing her hand, “But I’m sure we’ll figure out something,”

Percy leaned in close, “How about a kiss for good luck?”

“How could I say no to that?” Spencer said, their lips meeting in the middle.

But in the during their embrace, the front door swung wide open.

“Merry Christ-“ Garcia said, her jaw dropping to the floor. Percy could tell she was a little drunk.

“Hey penny,” Percy said sheeply. Her cheeks turned bright red. She looked up at Spencer and noticed that his cheeks had become a matching color.

Garcia went back to the living room, screaming as she ran, “THEY’RE DATING! BREAKING NEWS! THEY! ARE! DATING!”

“Garcia, what are you talking about? Who’s dating?” They heard Morgan ask.

“SPENCER AND PERCY! IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!” Garcia yelled. Gasps and cheers erupted from the room.

“Well, now that that’s over with, shall we head in?” Percy chuckled.

Spencer laughed with her, “I guess so”

They walked out of the house, holding hands the entire time.

It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out It doesn't matter much to me

{2014} “It’s so weird being here with you,” Percy said as they laid on her old bed.

“Excuse me?” Spencer laughed.

“No, I mean: being in my old home, my old bedroom with you. It’s like my two worlds are colliding”

Percy and Spencer were spending the holiday at Percy’s home in New Orleans. Spencer had never experienced anything like it before. Spencer came from such a small family, so spending time with her family was a huge change. It was just like Percy described it: Hectic and wonderful.

“But no matter how weird it feels, I’m so happy that you’re here,” Percy confirmed, pulling Spencer close to her.

“I’m happy I’m here too,” Spencer replied.

“You know, my mom really likes you,” Percy said.

“Do you think so? I was worried she didn’t” Spencer admitted.

“What made you think that?”

“When we FaceTimed her after we got engaged, she didn’t seem too thrilled.”

Percy giggled, “Well that makes sense, she’d never met you before. She had no idea what to think”

“I guess. But you really think that she likes me?” Spencer asked.

“Absolutely. She was talking to you all night.” Percy replied, “Believe me, my mom does not talk to people she doesn’t like.”

“Thank god. I’m so relieved. Honestly” Spencer said.

He looked around her childhood room. It was almost exactly how he pictured it would be. Covered in books and pictures of her family. And although they no longer hung on the wall, the faded paint remained from the posters that used to cover the room.

Spencer had never seen photos of Percy’s childhood before. She rarely talked about it, and Spencer never pushed her to. After all, Spencer was not fond of discussing his childhood either.

But there was one photo in particular that Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of. It was an older man, with a mustache and glasses, holding a newborn baby. He assumed that the baby was Percy, but he had no idea who the man was, but he looked familiar. Spencer was going to ask Percy about it when it hit him: the man was her father.

Percy rarely talked about her father, but never had she ever shown his photo. The photo made him sad. Spencer knew what it was like growing up without a father. But his father was a jerk, and Spencer didn’t mourn his lack of a father growing up. But Percy was close to her father, and Spencer knew how much his death affected Percy now two decades later. It made Spencer realize just how strong Percy is, how awful the things life’s thrown at her have been, and how hard she’d worked to overcome them. Spencer hugged Percy just a little tighter, now even more grateful that he got to spend his life with the strongest person he knew. 

“I love you,” Spencer whispered, “I love you so much”

“I love you too” She mumbled back as they both drifted to sleep.

And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever

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