#literal angel and John Lennon

[nicoscheer]

The way Miles looks at Alex in the beginning and the way Alex looks at Miles in the end really supports the interviewers “you look like your about to snog each other”

But also ALEX’S FUCKING POUT 🫠🥹

And Miles’ cackle

The last shadow puppets at the mercury price 2008 -> Do I wanna know ? By Arctic Monkeys

[greenthena]

Ineffable Lapels: Our Side

I've seen some stellar breakdowns and analyses of the costuming for Good Omens, and I'm personally blown away by the consideration afforded to each element of the visual production of this show. I even appreciate the anachronistic elements that Claire Anderson chose to use in the 537 A.D. Kingdom of Wessex flashback, because aesthetic was more important than historical accuracy (Oscar Wilde would support me here, I am certain.) And to be perfectly honest, 6th century European armor was not going to cut it. So much quilting.

This discussion is just a little traffic circle spin that I wanted to address with no larger point than to say how much I adore Anderson's work on this show. That's a lie. This post has actually gotten out of hand, so grab yourself six shots of espresso in a big cup and get in. We're going for a ride.

It's the smallest detail, but have you noticed the Ineffable Idiots' lapels? Crowley's lapels always point up (not the case with any other demons). Aziraphale's lapels always point down* (again, not the case with other angels). *I'll address the one divergence at the end of this post. It's kind of the whole point. It'll be worth it. Just drink your espresso and listen.

Lapels are a fantastically subtle way to express characterization when costuming an angel and a demon. Perhaps Aziraphale's lapels are an echo of his wings? Maybe Crowley's lapels symbolize devil horns? Maybe their costumes are just reaching out trying to give each other a hug. I dunno.

I'm going to start with promo shots from both seasons that show Crowley and Aziraphale's present day wardrobes. The first promo shot pictures the costumes for all of present day S1. It's perfect for demonstrating the most pronounced expression of the lapels. Consider this a baseline or something like that.

The close up of the promo for S2 (featuring nakey Gabriel and the migrating nightingales...I'm not crying, you're crying) shows pretty similar costumes to the first season. Yes, the hairstyles have subtly changed (Crowley's not so subtly, perhaps), but the lapel positioning for both characters remains consistent.

Going back in time. (Let's call this the Baby Antichrist Era, shall we?) Crowley's collar is quite a bit narrower than in the present day, but the lapels still point up. Obviously, Aziraphale is still wearing the same coat. Obviously.

I will never recover from this John Lennon bastardry. But still, check out those lapels. And the brocade is so 60's and so over the top.

And here's Michael delivering his favorite line from S1, whilst breaking Crowley's (and literally everyone else's) heart. Do take a gander at those downward-facing lapels, though, and 'scuse me while I go have a quick cry.

I'm going out of order with this next image, back to the start of the Holy Water incident. (Don't worry, we will get to 1941. It requires more attention and will have to wait its turn.) Not a whole lot I want to pull from this image other than Aziraphale's fuzzy top hat and Crowley's snake-handled cane, which I believe he's using as he recovers from his recent trip to Hell. These costume pieces have nothing to do with lapels, I just think they're neat. But the lapel pattern holds: up for the demon, down for the angel.

A few decades earlier, we see Crowley in Edinburgh just hours before being sucked into an infernal whirlpool. The lapels here are more parallel than distinctly upward-pointing, but the extravagant shoulders on this overcoat demand a balancing lapel line.

Likewise, on Aziraphale's overcoat we don't see a defined downward-pointing lapel, so much as a wide horizontal collar, but the layers of wing-like capelets create an impression of flowing down. With these two stunning overcoats from the Edinburgh flashback set, I think the unusual period elements take the place of the lapels in demonstrating the upward tilt in Crowley's ensembles, and the downward pull in Aziraphale's.

Okay, now we can discuss 1941. Because this is where the cookie crumbles. Originally, these costumes vexed me. As usual, Crowley wears his upward-pointing lapels. But Azirapalala, goddamnit, also has upward-pointing lapels to match Crowley. But am I gonna' let a little thing like this destroy my thesis? Don't shit with me when I am analyzing costumes, because this is also the night when Aziraphale realizes he's in love with Crowley (this is Sheen cannon and cannot be disputed).

Their lapels match because of Aziraphale's revelation--he finally understands what it means to be on "Our Side," because he's finally admitted to himself that he is head-over-bloody-heels in love with the wily demon. The matching lapels in 1941 is some St. John of Patmos-level stuff, I think, their matching collars revealing their synchronicity. Even if it's only for the one night, they're one the same page, heading in the same direction. I know many of us in the fandom are pretty preoccupied with the idea of a third 1941 flashback in S3 because this night seems to be the hinge in their relationship. It's the night when everything changes. It's not just Crowley swooping in to rescue his angel, as he's done in the past. They're mutually dependent on one another to make it through the night alive, well, at least to avoid discorporation (it's romantic, okay?) Crowley diverts the Luftwaffe plane; Aziraphale protects them from the blast of the bomb; Crowley saves the books; Aziraphale saves Crowley's ass from an irate Mrs. Henderson; Crowley saves Aziraphale's magic show (by literally not discorporating him on stage); and Aziraphale saves both their asses with some surprisingly successful prestidigitation when he swaps out the incriminating photo Furfur had managed to snap of the Ineffable Morons.

Crowley and Aziraphale's matching lapels in 1941 isn't a fluke or a costuming blunder. I think it's a very subtle head nod to what we all know actually happened that night: Aziraphale took a tenuous step forward in their relationship. A step 6000 years in the making. A step that, if noticed by their respective superiors, could mean the actual and eternal end to them. He couldn't shout it from the rooftops--he couldn't even speak of it directly in private (I mean he tried, but "That's what friends are for" was as painful for the viewer as it was for Crowley and Aziraphale.) He couldn't disclose through words or direct actions what he needed the demon to know, so he used what avenue he had available to him. Through the subdued symbolism of his bloody lapels, Aziraphale communicated to his demon, "I am on Our Side."

For reading to the end of this post, you get a very special reward! Here is The Amazing Mr. Fell. I love him. I'm not going to address right now the fantastic costume because this beauty deserves a post of its own--the cape with the stars! THE CAPE WITH THE STARS! HE'S SWATHED HIMSELF IN CROWLEY'S CREATION...I'm fine.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Elvis Fuckin’ Presley

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor, RPF, Elvis 2022, The Beatles,

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters:  Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry Schilling, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, John Lennon, George Harrison, Marty Lacker

Word Count: 3590

Rating: Explicit

Summary: It’s true that they’re four of the best and most talented musicians on the planet. But he’s still Elvis Fuckin’ Presley.

Tags/Warnings: Request, Requested Fic, Sex, Oral Sex, Fingering, Elvis Meets The Beatles, The Beatles, Bel Air, Los Angeles, Reader is English, Kissing, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Insecurity, Elvis is Insecure, Marking Territory, Semi-Public Sex, Doggy Style

Notes:

As someone whos not v fond of John Lennon this was fun to write.

As someone from Manchester this was hard to write lolol.

Enjoy <3

Updated 8/23

Elvis Tags: @literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley

Request: omg could you do like a fic where elvis and reader meet the Beatles (reader is a scouser and from Liverpool) then reader and the Beatles are talking about like there favourite thing from Liverpool and elvis get jealous and lashes out at reader then like kisses her in front of the Beatles like everyone is shocked Memphis mafia are the Beatles are but it ends up with reader and elvis having extremely loud makeup sex whilst the Beatles are downstairs, elvis and the reader come back down stairs and like the Beatles are just in pure shock?

'Do I have to meet them?' Elvis grumbled making me turn around from where I was sitting at my vanity. He was sitting on the edge of the bed slipping his shoes on and paying no attention to me, his words seemingly offered to the universe rather than at me directly.

'Don't be a spoilsport,' I said.

'I'm not being a spoilsport,' he said curtly finally looking up to where I was sat, 'I just don't see why they wanna meet me,'

'Seriously?' I said. Elvis shrugged as if this statement was a fair one. I had to hold back a laugh. Elvis. Elvis fuckin’ Presley. One of the most if not the most famous and successful man on the planet was wondering why someone would want to meet him. I climbed off the stool I was occupying and headed over to him. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me onto his lap as I wrapped my arms around him.

'They want to meet you because they love you,' I murmured, 'like everyone else does.'

'Even if I'm some dated old has-been?' he asked, the look in his eye was a sincere one, the doubt and fear evident behind his blue gaze which made my heart ache for him.

'You could never be that,' I said kissing his forehead, 'but even so, they won’t wait forever. Come on, let's get this show on the road.'

As I slipped off his lap and offered my hand out for him to take he seemed to debate whether or not he was going to comply before eventually he slipped his strong hand around mine gripping it tightly before the pair of us headed downstairs. The air was different down here. I could feel the excitement coming off of everyone downstairs, whether it was for Elvis himself or the four floppy-haired boys sitting down in the living room waiting for us I didn't know. Though I had to admit I was just as excited as everyone else. Probably more so. Being with Elvis I had become accustomed to celebrities. Some were nice, some were not but at the end of the day, they were all human. What they could do on stage or screen melted back and they became just regular people sometimes even friends albeit slightly more talented than most.  But these boys were different. Not because they were supremely talented. Not because they were 'bigger than Jesus'. But because they were four boys from the same place I came from. Four boys who had grown up similarly to me and made it as big as anyone could be. That was some feat.

When we came into the living room all chattering stopped, a noticeable shift in the air. Elvis made his way through the reams of people, shaking hands with those he needed to with me lagging just a second behind him until we were through the throng. I didn't put myself forward, all of a sudden too shy to speak, and instead, I let Elvis navigate everything. Once the formalities were over and each person introduced Elvis led me to a seat, seemingly ignoring the four men sat opposite us who were watching us in various states of awe as he pulled me down beside him and threw his arm around my shoulders before he started assessing them. No one said anything. Some of the guys were with us though they all seemed unsure of what to do as Elvis didn't speak and neither did the boys. There were no attempts at starting a conversation just a stony silence with them watching him just as closely as he was watching them. It was awkward. As I looked at each of them I felt a million questions bubbling around in my head, how I figured Elvis' fans must feel when face to face with him. After a few minutes of agony, Elvis cleared his throat to speak.

'You know if you're gonna sit there and stare at me all night I'm gonna go to bed,' he said. A titter ran through the room putting everyone at ease though I could tell he wasn't feeling as relieved as everyone else. He was tense whether through shyness or irritation I didn't know. I just hoped he could behave.

✵✵✵

The air was cool as I stepped out into the garden in an attempt to try and wake myself up. Though I was having a good time the party had only gotten going late in the evening and so I was flagging a little as the boys talked on.  While I didn't get involved much, my nerves still not really disappearing, I sat obediently next to him listening to them talk and eventually start playing songs together until I could feel my eyes drifting closed. That many bodies and the warmth of an August night left me tired and so I slipped outside hoping not to disturb the party.

I walked over to the edge of the patio looking out across the expanse of houses that made up Beverly Hills. It was only then I heard the movement and looked around to find John and George sitting on our patio furniture with Jerry beside them looking sheepish.

'Sorry,' I mumbled, 'I didn't know you were out here.'

'It's okay,' Jerry said, 'I mean we were just talking.'

'Yeah, feel free to stay,' John said eyeing me up as he patted the spare bit of sun lounger beside him making it impossible for me to flee back into the house. I came and sat down beside him offering them both a soft smile.

'So, what are you guys doing out here?' I said looking at Jerry for an answer rather than the boys.

'It's a bit crowded in there,' George said, 'needed a breather.'

'Yeah it can get a bit like that,' I said.

'I'm just glad someone spoke,' Jerry said, 'for a minute there I thought you were gonna ogle one another all night.'

'Yeah and I'm surprised he didn't boot us out right after,' George said.

'It was a fair question,' John said with a shrug referring to the first thing he had said which had been an immediate character assassination. I figured it wasn't meant to be harsh but asking Elvis about his movie career could be like lighting a powder keg. It wasn't that he didn't like acting or that he didn't appreciate the money it was just that the creative control he yearned for wasn't there. In fact, most of the control wasn't in his hands. Fortunately, if he had taken John's questioning to heart he had managed to mask it well, showing the great actor he could be.

'And anyway, if anyone asks we can just say he didn't understand my accent,' John chuckled.

'I doubt that's an excuse,' Jerry said earning a confused look from John.

'Why not?'

'Well he's got his own translator right here, right Y/N?' he said looking at me.

'Well yeah,' I said.

'You're a Brit?' George asked.

'Even better than that I'm a scouser,' I said.

'Now you say it I can hear a twang,' John said.

'It's not as strong as it used to be I've been here too long,' I said.

'Where abouts are you from?' John asked.

'Speke,' I said, 'though I only lived there until I got to comp then my dad got a job out here and we moved.'

'That's not too far from where I grew up,' John said, 'I was up in Woolton.'

'My Nana's lives up that end. She's not gonna believe I've met you,' I said trying not to cringe at just how gushing my voice sounded though John seemed to like it.

'You're livin' with Elvis Presley and you're Nan's gonna be impressed by us?' George said.

'You're the Beatles,' I said as if it were obvious, 'though there is one question I need answering before I can decide if she'll like you.'

'Oh yeah, what's that?' John asked with a smug smile as he leaned in a little closer to me.

'Are you a red or a blue?'

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We stayed out on the terrace for a while though eventually, a night-time breeze settled in forcing us back inside. The house was a warm relief as I stepped inside heading towards the circular sofas people were still dotted along. Elvis looked up as I entered though his strumming didn't slow down as he continued to meet the rhythm of the song Paul was playing on his own guitar. He did however eye me closely reminding me that I was still shrouded in the jacket John had provided in an effort to keep us outside a while longer. I shirked it off and offered it to him though he just took it and threw it on the back of the sofa for safekeeping as he slunk down in a seat next to Paul.

As I sat down beside Elvis he looked at me and I smiled though he didn't offer one in return, his face only darkened as I heard John speak, 'hey Elvis you didn't tell us you had a native in your midst.'

'Huh?' Elvis said somewhat curtly.

'Y/N she's a scouser,' John said.

'Oh really?' Paul said.

'Yeah,' John said, 'we've had a good old chat haven't we.'

'Oh have you,' Elvis said making me squirm in my seat as I saw the jealousy behind his eyes flame.

'Where you from?' Paul said.

'Speke,' I said.

'Oh I've got family from there,' Paul said, 'not that we get back home much these days. What about you?'

'Oh now and again,' I said airily. I don't know why. I hadn't been back to Liverpool in years in fact I rarely spoke about it after having my accent mocked through my teenage years had caused me to drop it for something more subtle but it was still very much a part of me. As Paul started asking me about myself I felt Elvis tense. His strumming had stopped and both he and John were eyeing each other. I tried to ignore them both, keeping my eyes trained on Paul as he continued talking.

'Oh I'm pretty much acclimatised now though Memphis heat is something different in itself,' I said.

'It's the humidity I bet,' Paul said.

'I don't know,' John said, 'it wasn't that warm on the patio. Y/N had to practically sit on my lap to get stop her teeth chattering.'

'It is nearly 2 am,' Paul said oblivious to the staring contest the other men were having but I clocked his words straight away as did Elvis whose grip on my leg tightened for just a second. He didn't say anything though as he placed his guitar down and shifted out of his seat grabbing the attention of the majority of people in the room. He stood, smoothed his shirt and pants out and then looked at the boys in front of him as he said, 'would you excuse me for a minute?'

He then turned and offered his hand out to me awaiting mine to slip into it obediently. I knew better than to reject it and so I allowed him to walk us out of the room followed by perplexed gazes as we disappeared from sight. He led me down the hall to an office, opening the door and gesturing for me to go inside which I did. As I turned around his lips attacked mine kissing me deeply and passionately before he broke apart leaving me breathless.

'E,' I said.

'You two have a good laugh out there?'

'It wasn't like that,' I said, 'all we did was talk.'

'That why you came in wearing his jacket?' he asked pushing me backwards until my thighs hit the desk. His hands were caressing my sides though his face remained indignant as I struggled to explain myself. 

'I was cold and he offered it,' I said.

'Yeah I bet he did,' he said tersely.

'He only did it to be nice,' I said.

'Oh I'm sure being nice was all he was thinking about,' he said, 'especially after how you were gushin' over 'em.'

'I was not gushing over them!' I protested.

'I saw you,' he said, 'all smiles and giggles. Lyin' about going home so you can fit in. When was the last time you went home?'

'Not for a while!' I snapped, 'because my life is here. With you.'

'Not as good as ol Liverpool though is it?' he asked a scouse twang in his voice at the mention of the place.

'I like it here. And maybe I was excited to meet them and yeah it was nice to talk about things I remember for a moment but that doesn't mean I don't like my life. Do you think if I wanted to be back home I wouldn't just go?'

'Maybe you will...I mean you do have more in common with them...maybe one of those guys would be better for you,' he said, the anger he had come at me with was now gone replaced by sadness. He didn't look at me properly as his thumb caressed my side gently but I could see the crux of the problem like a beacon going off. He was feeling vulnerable.

'If you really believe that I might as well leave now,’ I said stroking his face tenderly, ‘I don’t care that we’re not the exact same person. We might be different but I love you no matter what.’

‘Even if I’m not bigger than Jesus,’ he murmured against my fingers.

‘You’re Elvis fuckin’ Presley,’ I giggled, ‘that isn’t half bad either.’

‘Mmm, I guess you’re right,’ he said, ‘but even so.’

‘Even so what?’

‘I wouldn’t mind wiping that smug smile off his face,’ Elvis said. I sighed.

‘E you can’t go fighting with him,’ I said, ‘imagine the press-'

‘Oh I wasn’t talking about fightin’,’ he said and with that, he kissed me once more pulling me close to him as his hand snaked up under my dress making goosebumps rise wherever they touched.

He dropped to his knees kissing up my thighs until I could feel his breath between my legs. His slender fingers teased me over the top of my panties making me shiver with anticipation which made him smirk.

‘E,’ I whimpered as he ran a finger over my clothed sex once more.

‘See, I bet he couldn’t get you like this could he?’ he said.

‘No,’ I breathed shakily.

‘Then let’s show him how it's done huh?’ he said and before I could protest he yanked my panties down and started lapping at me as if I was his first meal in days. I shimmied out of the gathered fabric, allowing him to hook a leg over his shoulder, as my hands fumbled for purchase against the table, my knuckles going white as his tongue roved over a sweet spot.

‘Elvis,’ I moaned making him hum in appreciation. I knew I should keep quiet. There was a houseful of guests most of which were not three rooms away but I couldn’t help myself. Every touch, every kiss, every breath was tantalising, edging me towards bliss moment by moment. He knew how to whip me into a frenzy. How every movement of his tongue or fingers would affect me making me whimper and moan against him.

‘E,’ I whimpered, ‘fuck E.’

‘That’s it,’ he said his fingers pumping in and out of me as he traced his thumb over my clit. He had moved from between my legs, standing in front of me so he could enjoy the show and how much I was coming undone just from his touch.

‘That’s it, honey,’ he coaxed as I moaned loudly, my head falling back. I was teetering over the edge as he worked at a ferocious pace curling his fingers inside me until I was clenching around them, soaking his fingers. As I came back to earth he pulled them out of me, wiping them against his pants with a shit-eating grin on his face.

‘Oh my God,’ I said as the heat rushed back to my face, ‘was I loud?’

‘Incredibly so,’ he said.

‘Oh my god I’m so embarrassed,’ I said but Elvis shook his head.

‘Oh no, don’t think I’m done with you yet honey,’ he said leaning in so I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispered in his velvety voice, ‘turn around.’

Before I could comply he flipped me, bending me roughly over the table as his fingers returned to my sex, teasing me gently. I could hear him unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down with his other hand yet I could see nothing as my cheek pressed against the cool wood of the table. I felt him tease against my entrance just a little but he didn’t wait for any permission before he pushed in down to the hilt, filling me completely as he had done a few minutes before only better. It was enough to make me moan again.

‘Oh my God,’ I whimpered as he started to move. As my hands gripped the other side of the table his went to my hips gripping them as he pounded into me building speed like the finish line was already in sight.

‘That’s it baby,’ he grunted, ‘ain’t no one fill you up like I do right?’

‘No one E,’ I moaned.

‘Don’t call me that,’ he said.

‘What?’ I said barely trying able to string my thoughts together enough to know what he was talking about.

‘I’m Elvis. Fuckin. Presley,’ he said each word punctuated by a rough thrust.

‘Elvis,’ I cried feeling another climax rush over me. He continued to slam into me though his breathing had changed to a guttural pant as I trembled around him. I felt him feel for me, his hand moving from my hips as he pulled me up towards him so I was flush against his chest. My hand went to his face, reaching behind so I could coax him on as he had for me. I was sensitive as hell but every movement still felt divine as he buried his face in my neck breathing in small whimpers against me.

When he came it wasn’t as much of a spectacle. He had made me come unhinged, his touch sending me over the edge in whimpers and screams yet for him it was a delighted spill of ecstasy. He felt safe. Secure enough to collapse into me, making me clutch the desk for security. He held me close for a moment, allowing us both to come back to reality before we moved.

As Elvis slipped out of me he used the hem of my dress to clean us both up before he tucked himself back into his pants grabbing my panties off the floor with his spare hand. I offered my hand out for them but he shook his head, slipping them into his pocket with a smug smile.

‘Elvis,’ I said reaching for his pocket but he grabbed my arm and placed it up around his neck, leaning down to kiss me with a smile.

 ‘Uh uh,’ he said, ‘you wore his jacket. I’m keepin’ your panties.’

‘That’s not fair!’ I whined, ‘I can't go back in there not wearing any knickers.’

‘The whole house just heard you get fucked. They’re gonna be surprised you can still walk never mind what panties you’re wearing,’ Elvis said.

‘Elvis!’ I moaned but he shook his head, pressed one more kiss to my lips and then took my hand as I headed to the door.

My cheeks were aflame before we’d even touched down in the living room, even more so as his everyone looked around – a couple of sniggers flowing around the room. I tried to hide behind him but he pulled me out to his side forcing me to centre stage. I tried not to look as he spoke, but I couldn’t help be glance to where John was sitting an irritated look splashed across his face.

‘Sorry guys I’m afraid we’re gonna have to cut the party short,’ Elvis said.

‘Everything okay boss?’ Marty said with concern. He was standing by the patio door, a genuine look of concern on his face which made me wonder if he had been privy to the little show we had just put on.

‘Fine, my girls just uh a lil tired,’ Elvis said punctuating it with a cough that sure sounded like he was trying to hide a laugh. I dropped my gaze to the floor, ‘you understand right?’

‘Sure,’ Paul said standing up to reach his hand out in order to shake his hand. My heart dropped into my Elvis went through the motions of saying goodbye to them the hand that had been used to torment me not five minutes ago now touching that of every man he said goodbye to. I didn’t offer anything but a smile. He and John shook hands albeit a little more roughly than the others before Elvis came back to me, threw his arm around my shoulders and started to lead me upstairs. I glanced behind me just once, finding John watching me as I disappeared up the stairs which made my cheeks flame.

Luckily I never had to see them again though I could always feel a blush settle in whenever I heard Elvis’ rendition of ‘Hey Jude’.

[umflowers]

a chance to ramble about old protest songs we should bring back, you say, @itsconibees? 👀 (you don't have to pay any attention to this, i will just take literally any opportunity to infodump about music l o l)

anti-war: john prine - your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore country joe and the fish - feel-like-i'm-fixin-to-die rag country joe and the fish - kiss my ass creedence clearwater revival - fortunate son buffalo springfield - for what it's worth jimi hendrix - machine gun john prine - sam stone bob dylan - with god on our side bob dylan - masters of war tom paxton - lyndon johnson told the nation edwin starr - war simon & garfunkel - last night i had the strangest dream

anti-patriotism: country joe and the fish - feel-like-i'm-fixin-to-die rag country joe and the fish - kiss my ass bob dylan - with god on our side

classism/wealth disparity/poverty: creedence clearwater revival - fortunate son ten years after - i'd love to change the world bob dylan - the lonesome death of hattie carroll john prine - sam stone john lennon - working class hero tennessee ernie ford - sixteen tons woody guthrie - this land is your land

racism: neil young - southern man bob dylan - hurricane bob dylan - the lonesome death of hattie carroll joan baez - birmingham sunday james brown - say it loud, i'm black and i'm proud sam cooke - a change is gonna come bob dylan - blowin' in the wind marvin gaye - what's goin' on the temptations - ball of confusion simon & garfunkel - he was my brother bob marley - top rankin' leadbelly - bourgeois blues bob marley - get up, stand up simon & garfunkel - a church is burning bob dylan - only a pawn in their game nina simone - mississippi goddam

environmentalism: ten years after - i'd love to change the world

gun violence: jimi hendrix - machine gun lynyrd skynyrd - saturday night special

general state of the world: ten years after - i'd love to change the world simon & garfunkel - 7 o'clock news/silent night bob dylan - the times, they are a-changin' woody guthrie - this land is your land

labor disputes/mistreatment of workers/unions: the almanac singers - which side are you on? john lennon - working class hero tennessee ernie ford - sixteen tons

feminism: aretha franklin - respect loretta lynn - the pill kitty wells - it wasn't god who made honky tonk angels

religious hypocrisy/the religious right: john prine - your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore bob dylan - with god on our side kris kristofferson - jesus was a capricorn frank zappa - jesus thinks you're a jerk

specific events: - ohio by neil young is about the shooting of unarmed student protesters at kent state university in 1970, during which the national guard injured 9 and murdered 4. the students were protesting the expanding of the vietnam war into cambodia. - 7 o'clock news/silent night by simon and garfunkel is just them singing silent night repeatedly over a real news report encompassing mlk jr, threats against a racial equity march, a mass murder, the red scare, and the vietnam war. - hurricane by bob dylan is about professional boxer rubin 'hurricane' carter being found guilty of a triple murder, and then after the trial it coming out that there may have been fabricated evidence and a whole lot of racism on the part of the cops and investigators involved.

- the lonesome death of hattie carroll by bob dylan is about 51 year old black barmaid hattie carroll being murdered by a 20-something white heir to a cotton farming family because at a party he demanded a drink and she didn't bring it immediately. he beat her with a 25 cent toy cane, which he had already beaten employees with at a previous location, and also called her and several other employees racial slurs. he was unapologetic throughout and his well-connected parents got him bailed out and hired a team of five lawyers. his murder charge was reduced to manslaughter, of which he was found guilty, and was sentenced to six months and a $500 fine for killing a woman in cold blood. the start of his jail sentence was deferred to give him time to harvest his cotton crop. oh, and they handed down the sentence on the same day mlk jr delivered 'i have a dream.' - birmingham sunday by joan baez is about the bombing of the 16th street baptist church by the ku klux klan in 1963, which killed four little black girls in birmingham, alabama, a city so racist it stood out as pretty much the worst in all of the deep south during segregation. - a change is gonna come by sam cooke was written after he was turned away from a whites-only hotel in louisiana in 1963, and also his general experiences with racism. it's routinely voted among the best songs ever written and was preserved in the library of congress. cooke said he was inspired by hearing bob dylan's 'blowin in the wind' and realizing such a poignant song about racism in the u.s. was written by a white man, whereas he had refrained from writing something similar out of fear of pissing off his white fans, as well as mlk's 'i have a dream speech', and then the song had come to him in a dream.

- which side are you on? was written in 1931 by the wife of a union leader in the mining area of harlan county in kentucky after the police illegally entered her home, looking for her husband, and terrorized her and her children after realizing he had been tipped off and escaped. this was part of the harlan county war, during which the miners were bombed and executed by the police, on the orders of the mine owners, for demanding safety improvements. florence reece, the songwriter, became a lifelong activist for workers' rights. - he was my brother by simon & garfunkel is about the abduction and murder of three freedom riders by the ku klux klan during the freedom summer, an effort to register as many black people as possible to vote in mississippi in 1964. one of the three was andrew goodman, a jewish man who was friends with paul simon and art garfunkel, and they dedicated the song to him. - leadbelly wrote bourgeois blues after he went to washington, d.c. to record for alan lomax, for the library of congress, and was met with segregation and intense racism in the capitol of the country, including being unable to find a room to rent, lomax's landlord threatening to call the police when he and his wife tried to stay there, and the two couples being unable to get dinner together because of jim crow segregation laws.

- the pill by loretta lynn is pretty much autobiographical. she was raised, one of 8 kids, in a one-room cabin in butcher hollar, kentucky, by a miner and his wife in deep poverty, married at 15 to a 21 year old man, and a mother at 16. she went on to have 6 kids to an unfaithful husband. needless to say she would have been excited for birth control pills becoming available. an incredible movie about her life was made, starring sissy spacek, called coal miner's daughter. - kitty wells released it wasn't god who made honky tonk angels in 1952 as a direct response to an incredibly popular song at the time called the wild side of life, sung by hank thompson. the wild side of life was basically whining about 'honky tonk angels', aka disreputable women hanging around bars to hookup and wrecking their marriages. kitty wells' song was saying, no, men fuck around on their wives and that's how those women end up at those bars. the song became a mega hit and made her the first female star of country music, laying the path for patsy cline, loretta lynn, dolly parton, etc - sixteen tons by tennessee ernie ford is about company stores, which were a big problem at the time. before cars and before unions improved life for, for example, miners, 'company towns' would sprout up near the worksite and the company that owned the mines would own the housing as well as the store where you'd buy everything from food to clothes to household goods (because no car so no traveling elsewhere), and the company stores would accept vouchers from the company in lieu of cash so people could buy things before their very meager paydays. this resulted in a cycle of debt that made it so people couldn't leave and had no leverage to demand better wages or conditions. - only a pawn in their game by bob dylan is about the 1963 murder of medgar evers, a black civil rights activist and the naacp's first field secretary in mississippi. he dealt with such constant threats of violence from the klan that he and his wife had trained their kids what to do if there was an attack. he normally had an escort of 2-3 fbi and police cars upon returning home each day but didn't the day he was shot, which was never explained by the authorities, many of whom in the area were thought to be klansmen.

- nina simone wrote mississippi goddam about the deaths of both medgar evers and emmett till, as well as the 16th street church bombing in birmingham. emmett till was a 14 year old boy who was accused of flirting with a 21 year old white woman in 1955 in mississippi while at the grocery store, while visiting family. he lived in chicago, otherwise. a few days later her husband and brother-in-law abducted emmett and beat, tortured, and mutilated him before shooting him in the head and burying him in the river. his mother insisted on an open casket at his funeral to force the world to see the reality of racism and lynchings, after which he became one of the biggest symbols of the civil rights movement. his killers were found innocent by an all-white jury and, protected from double jeopardy, unapologetically admitted their guilt. they were paid $45,000 for that.

[issie-https]

Here is Part 2❤️

Part 1

Libra

Dates: September 23 - October 22

Sign: ♎️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Avril Lavinge, John Lennon, Marina Diamandis, Mitski, The Boss(Bruce Springsteen), Jim Root, Eddie Clarke, TOMMY LEE!!!, Ethan Torchio and Flea.

What I think of you: Sweethearts. Never met a Libra that I hate! Look at all the fucking amazing musicians! Love you All❤️

Why I chose the picture: I love butterflies and they’re calming. Just like Libras🫶🏻

Scorpio

Dates: October 23 - November 21

Sign: ♏️

Musicians with the same zodiac: SZA, Jeff Buckley, MICHAEL CLIFFORD❤️❤️, KIRK HAMMET❤️❤️, Mick Thomson, Travis Barker, Chad Smith and Robert Trujillo.

What I think of you: Cool, hardcore, badass sweethearts❤️ Proved by the people above!

Why I chose the picture: pretty but dangerous.

Sagittarius

Dates: November 22 - December 21

Sign: ♐️

Musicians with the same zodiac: TAYLOR SWIFT❤️❤️, OZZY FUCKING OSBOURNE!❤️, COREY TAYLOR❤️, JIMI HENDRIX❤️ and NIKKI SIXX(AHSHHDNFBF)❤️❤️

What I think of you: not met too many so I’m gonna base it off the musicians so, I fucking love you❤️🫶🏻

Why I chose the picture: it’s your sign & I feel like it also fits

Capricorn

Dates: December 22 - January 19

Sign: ♑️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Elvis Presley, Dolly Parton, DAVID BOWIE❤️, Alex Turner, Marilyn Manson, DAVID ERIC GROHL❤️❤️!!!, Jonathan Davis, LEWIS FUCKING HAMILTON(F1)💜 and LARS ULRICH❤���.

What I think of you: Iconic. My dad is a Capricorn and I’m a daddy’s girl so that helps youse a bit😂

Why I chose the picture: free, calm people.

Aquarius(MEEE!!)

Dates: January 20 - February 18

Sign: ��️

Musicians with the same zodiac: AXL ROSE❤️❤️, DUFF MCKAGAN❤️❤️, STEVEN ADLER❤️❤️❤️, TOM KEIFER❤️❤️, THE WEEKND❤️, Shakira(my b-day twin!!), BOB MARLEY❤️, BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG❤️, Lisa Marie Presley, CALUM HOOD❤️❤️❤️, CLIFF BURTON❤️, Eddie Van Halen, Paul Stanley TAYLOR HAWKINS(rip ml)❤️❤️ and VINCE NEIL❤️❤️.

What I think of you: We’re iconic! And amazing. I’m not bias, we’re fucking cool. I love how 3/5 gnr members are Aquariuses

Why I chose the picture: cool, calm and collected like us

Pisces

Dates: February 19 - March 20

Sign: ♓️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Rihanna, KURT COBAIN❤️❤️, JON BON JOVI❤️❤️and George Harrison.

What I think of you: My best friend is a Pisces and she’s a literal angel and the reason I’m still here🫶🏻 so, you’re all really nice and kind. Proof by Kurt❤️

Why I chose the picture: cute like you all.(I also love llamas😂).

[bigboxochristmas]

Yuletidings 2023, Part One: Cleese Navidad!

1.   Deck the Halls with Rubber - Jeff St. Pierre & Phillip Antoniades

2.   Angels We Have Heard On High - The Decibels

3.   Feels Like Christmas - Maiah Wynn

4.   Monsieur la Neige - Castel et Casti

5.  Go Tell It on the Mountain - Kelley Hunt

6.   Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Joel Paterson

7.   Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa - Stevie Wonder

8.   What Christmas Means to Me - Overboard

9.   Roaring Fire - Emily Aldridge

10. Happy Christmas - Washington & Clarke

11. Hang Your Balls On The Christmas Tree - Kay Martin & Her Bodyguards

12. Rusby Shepherds -  Kate Rusby

13. Nothin' For Christmas - Eartha Kitt

14. Sleigh Ride - The Soulful Strings

15. Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - Gabrielle Aplin

16. Christmas Time is Here Again - The Weeklings

17. I Know Santa's Been Here - Michelle Wright

18. Fum, Fum, Fum - Hollywood Trombones

19. The Three Wise Stooges - Michael Saxson

20. Pimp My Sleigh - Houseman

21. Joy To The World - David Ian

22. It's One Day Closer To Christmas - Sammy Watkins

23. Auld Lang Syne - Husky Team

24. Let No Walls Divide - Doris Day

25. The Night Before Christmas (Excerpt) - John Cleese

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This year’s collection is more or less bookended by a pair of soundalike versions of famous popular songs.  I can pretty much guarantee that you’ve never heard “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” or “Auld Lang Syne” arranged like this.

Other highlights:

Joel Paterson, an interestingly retro guitar stylist who wears his Les Paul and Chet Atkins influences on his sleeve.  He’s done a couple of Beatles cover albums and a couple of Christmas albums as well.  His take on “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” is appropriately jaunty.

I was literally in the process of finalizing the mix for this year’s compilation when a new holiday album from Kate Rusby (Light Years, her seventh) appeared, so I had to stop everything and find a track to include.  I first discovered her lovely works, always impeccably arranged, produced and performed, a few years back and have made use of her recordings, both serious and silly, a number of times in these collections.

When Eartha Kitt had a huge success with the slinky “Santa Baby” in 1953, the powers that be at her label decided, as label execs tend to do, that what she needed was a follow-up that sounded just like it.  So in 1955 she recorded a version of the then-popular novelty song “Nuttin’ for Christmas”, retitled as “Nothin’ for Christmas”, with the lyrics completely re-written to sound saucy in the manner of “Santa Baby”: instead of the refrain, “Cause I ain’t been nothin’ but bad”, for example, “Cause I didn’t want to be bad�� was substituted, with Eartha lyrically turning down offers of various “gifts” from would-be seducers. The song also makes use of almost the exact same arrangement as “Santa Baby”, right down to the “Boom, boom-boom, ba-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom” background chorus.  I don’t know whether it sold well or not, but it’s a lot of fun.

The Soulful Strings were what Mantovani and other purveyors of easy-listening might have sounded like had they worked for Motown or Stax: heavy strings, of course, but with soul-jazz funk as the engine.  This version of “Sleigh Ride” is way cool.

I often like to include one or more Beatles-related tracks in these compilations, and this year having seen the release of one more (and allegedly final) Beatles song, “Now and Then”, it seems only right to share the Weeklings’ version of “Christmas Time is Here Again”, originally from the Beatles’ 1967 fan club Christmas message of the same name.  This song has been covered by a number of artists (including Ringo Starr) despite the fact that it consists of nothing more than a chorus without any verses, and the Weeklings do a great job of padding it out with musical quotes from “Flying” and “Baby, You’re a Rich Man”.  This is preceded by a lovely, wistful arrangement of John Lennon’s “Happy Xmas (War Is Over)” by a singer named Gabrielle Aplin.

And what holiday season is complete without a visit from the Three Wise Stooges, who can always be counted on to keep the crash in the créche.

The arrangement of “Let No Walls Divide”, recorded by Doris Day in 1961, is more than a little bombastic, not to say completely over the top, but the song’s sentiment is a nice way to close out this year’s collection…

Except, of course, for the coda: given the title of this compilation, it seemed absolutely necessary to include an excerpt from the mighty John Cleese’s unique interpretation of “The Night Before Christmas” (You can hear the whole thing at the link below).

Many thanks again to Ernie at https://ernienotbert.blogspot.com/ and B-Man of Radio Vickers for their bountiful holiday music shares.

The cover art was swiped and modified from a publicity shot for a personal appearance of some kind by Mr. Cleese.

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“The Night Before Christmas”  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-uNQ2oQACk

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[pleasepleasedontbotherme]

Why are they so beautiful

[byronictrash]

so I was thinking about the whole hbo supernatural thing and all I could think was how it would fit in my major spn interpretation which is TRANSFEM SAM WINCHESTER!!!!

• changed her name to samantha for pure praticity

• is a lesbian, so all the romantic part is pretty similar to the canon, monsterfucking and all

• in which dean got a little confused about the distinction of gender ≠ sexuality at first like “wait but why did you become a girl if you like girls?” (he doesn’t know a lot of queer people, give him some time)

• AND SPEAKING OF DEAN! the biggest ally of all times. at first he doesn’t understand lots of stuff that seems obvious to sam (“why are you putting on a suit?” “dean we’re going to a small town, the case will be way harder if everyone is staring at me”), asks indiscrety questions (“can i ask you something?” “it depends” “you wanna chop your dick off?” “NO YOU CANT ASK IT”) but over time he starts to get it more naturally

• despite his numerous hook-ups, dean has never spent so much time in his life in a company of a woman so even the smallest things are extraterrestrial to him (“hey whats that bowl in the microwave?” “depilatory wax” “OH CMON SAMMY I WAS GOING TO HEAT UP MY DINNER THERE”)

• of course, there would be a scene where they met some hunter friend of john who says shit about sam, misgender her etc and dean goes FERAL, fist fighting with the guy and stuff. later sam yells at dean, saying she doesn't need dean to protect her and the argument would escalate to all the times that dean treated her in a condescending way, dean yelling back that dad said it was his job to take care of her and sam yelling even louder that dad would probably dead by now (in this moment all the lamps in their room (and in the street) simply explode, but they ignore. it was probably some short circuit…. right?)

• ok lets talk about john. still the same asshole, still gave a gun to kid who was afraid of the boogeyman, still tried to summon azazel when his son was in comma in 02X01 BUT now he also has a whole series of microaggressions with sam. she’s not stupid, she know the dad she has so doesn’t come out until she’s in stanford, SO john finds out sam is trans in 01X16 when john see sam after two years wearing a skirt and holding a .45 gun. he looks at her up and down and doesn’t say anything however, suddenly stops calling sam sam and starts calling her strictly samuel.

• it got worse after s1 season finale with the whole azazel possessed john > sam had the opportunity of killing azazel/her dad > couldn’t do it > azazel escaped > the winchesters get hit by a truck. when sam questions her father about being worried about the colt while his own son is dying, john explodes with her “you know samuel this is all your fault, once again you couldn’t just man up and pull the fucking trigger, kill the thing, you had to be same old sissy and chicken off, if your brother dies its his blood in your hands”

• aaaaaanyway, lets go back to our girl :D

• her style is kinda a mess. makeup done in a hurry, most of her clothes are mid skirts, hoodies and long dresses but now and then she spends a week wearing baggy jeans and band t-shirts, like dean’s, and no makeup at all. when he asks her “where is the whole angry teen outfit?” sam would simply respond its “because of the praticity, it’s tough to fight with a vampire in a dress lol” dean knows its because sometimes sam’s internalized transphobia ft repression gets loud

• her music taste is mostly grunge, punk and some alt bands she discover in stanford but dean call all of it emo “oh fuck off sammy, i let you drive once and you already put this emo shit” “dean this is literally nirvana, you cant call everything made after the 80’s emo”

• when she came out to bobby his reaction was literally “so now you’re a girl?” “uh… yeah” “gonna change your name or something?” “now is samantha but sam is still fine” “okay, now look this sigil... (and went back to the lore they were searching)”

• sam’s catholicism being more portrained on screen and how the dilemma of being a Christian and queer filled sam with religious guilty

• her paranormal powers also showed up sooner and since the beginning she knew something was wrong. her throat felt sore every time she recited the rituale romanus and holy water made her skin itchy. the older she got, the harder those “symptoms” became and with her denial, desire to be normal combined with religious guilt, it was easier to just convince herself that all this was just god punishing her for living in sin.

• surprisingly, all the demons and angels (and most of the monsters) even being assholes treats sam with the right pronouns

• which make sam and cas fist encounter even more interesting because cas literally turns to dean and go “is this your sister, samantha winchester?” “yeah” “ABOMINATION”’

• samruby second (cause the real first was ruby killing the seven deadly sins and stuff) encounter on the other side was a little more like "why are you following me?” “because youre tall and tall women are sexy as fuck” (then sam’s brain was short circuited for a sec because her height make usually makes her dysphoric)

• between s3-s4, dean still in hell, there would be a scene of one of the first times that sam drank blood to exorcise a demon with her mind. so here they are, demon tied in a chair and trapped in a trap, sam with blood all over her chin and ruby looking at her all heart eyes. Sam tries to do the exorcism but it doesnt work so ruby says sam needs more blood. Sam responds that shes nauseous and if takes any more shes gonna puke (cause you know voluntary vampirism came too natural in canon and that disturbs me) so the demon, who's wearing a cheerleader as a vessel, laughs and says "you know sammy, for real women blood tends to be a natural thing". ruby kills her on the spot.

• speaking of the catholicism (and the blood drinking) again, sam prays every single time before/after drinking demon blood, ruby mocks her for it but she doesnt care. its a weird feeling because even thinking that what shes doing is right, that she needs to get strong to kill lilith, it still feels bad, unholy in some sense.

• of course lucifer tempted her in s5 not only appearing as jess but also saying things like "why samantha, after all, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for a society that treats you like scum, that looks at you like a freak?"

• no need to say that in 05x04 "The End" episode when dean faces lucifer using sam as his vessel, she's wearing an outfit way cooler than that abbey-road-john-lennon-white-suit (to know what i mean search amanda seyfried 2018 met gala look THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!)

• even after being clean of blood drinking, sam still has some of her paranormal powers. she can't do exorcises with her mind anymore but she can move small objects with telekinesis (she doesn't do it in front of dean cause she knows it would scares the fuck out of him)

i also had a list of some episodes rewritten in this au but this list is already long, guess i'll post later

[queerlennon]

Lesley-Ann Jones Is Untrustworthy

So I’ve seen some people in the fandom reading and citing Lesley-Ann Jones’ biography The Search For John Lennon recently and to be honest it’s concerning to me. Lesley Ann Jones has proved in the past to be an extremely untrustworthy source for info about the people she writes about. I understand that it’s exciting to have a book about John that’s not written by the typical “Lennon biographer” type (aka an ageing straight man) and for said book to also promise to shed light and focus on his bisexuality but, if we’re going to analyse John respectfully and accurately, it’s important to identify sources that are biased and untrustworthy, even if they’re technically within our favour. Especially when it relates to his queerness. And seeing as LAJ doesn’t have the best record when it comes to writing about rockstars’ sexualities in a respectful manner, it’s best to treat her words with caution.

Info about exactly how she’s a bad source is under the cut

Firstly, it's key to talk about LAJ's journalistic background when discussing what sort of writer she is: she's worked for papers such as The Sun, The Daily Mail, and The Mail On Sunday. Essentially, the bulk of her work has been for tabloids and traditionally the writing style for those kinds of publications place an emphasis on sensationalism and gossip. Now obviously that doesn’t discredit her work immediately, authors are usually able to write in more than one style so it doesn’t necessarily mean the tabloid style is going to carry over to her biographies; but it’s good to keep in mind when discussing and analysing the legitimacy of the narratives she creates and the stories she recounts in her work. 

LAJ has received criticism in the past, particularly from the queen fandom of often overexaggerating, or just straight presenting false information in her bios about Freddie Mercury. She is the champion of the claim that Freddie was bisexual and not gay. Her evidence for this is over-exaggerating and (seemingly intentionally) misinterpreting the nature of the relationship between Freddie and his friend, Barbara Valentin. LAJ claimed that the two had a relationship and even lived together:

“Barbara was very open with me about the sexual relationship she had with Freddie.”

(x)

(x)

However, no-one in Freddie’s life has ever corroborated that Freddie and Barbara were anything but friends. As for the claim they lived together, according to Peter Freestone, an extremely close friend of Freddie’s:

In the event, Freddie never actually lived there although Barbara fulfilled a huge role in Freddie’s life at that time... Freddie became very disillusioned when with more and more frequency articles were appearing in the German press’s gossip columns... about the relationship between him and Barbara... After one article claiming to have knowledge of him and Barbara getting married, Freddie... concluded that it could only be Barbara who was providing the information.

(x)

This exaggeration of their relationship and the insistence LAJ has on presenting Freddie as bi because of it has attracted criticism from queen fans for obvious reasons. For one, it’s borderline homophobic to essentially lie about a gay man having a relationship with a woman while downplaying his relationships with men. No, she’s not portraying him as a straight man, however it’s still erasure of the specific struggles Freddie would’ve faced being a gay man in his time, therefore those who want to analyse him would be missing some of the picture when trying to understand him and his life

LAJ’s research methods are also... questionable. This is a post from Crystal Taylor (one of Roger Taylor’s roadies) about her methods for her David Bowie bio which, if to be believed is particularly concerning.

(x)

LAJ is also known to greatly exaggerate her own relationships with her subjects. She often claims to have been friends with the people she writes bios about (coincidently the people she does this with are dead.) Back in the day she would meet with artists while on tour so the idea is convincing enough. However besides her word there’s nothing to suggest that she had close friendships with Freddie or Bowie, two people she claimed to be good friends with. There’s also this comment from Brian May which actually goes against the idea that she was close with Freddie:

(x)

So with all of this in mind, let’s look at the quote from The Search For John Lennon that’s been circulating around Beatles tumblr:

That Bowie worshipped Lennon is no secret. He'd banged on about it often enough. The ex-Beatle had gone to his hedonism. They'd met in Los Angeles, during John's Lost Weekend. I lunched from time to time with David in New York while working there as a music journalist, before he married Iman. He lent me his house in Mustique, to write the first draft of my first biography on Freddie Mercury.

The crazy pair went out to play, according to David, when John was on yet another break from May and far away from Yoko. They genderbender-ed about, John indulging again that 'inner fag' of his. What larks.

They later 'hooked up': 'There was a whore in the middle, and it wasn't either of us,' David smirked. 'At some point in proceedings, she left. I think it was a she. Not that we minded.' By the time they made it back to New York, the ambisextrous pair were 'lifelong friends'.

I’m suspicious of this story for several reasons but first I want to make it clear that none of them have to do with John having sex with men or being bisexual. I’m a very firm believer of John’s bisexuality (my username is literally queerlennon lmao) but once again I think it’s good to examine the legitimacy of sources, even when they favour our position.

Firstly, LAJ’s source for this story is the claim that David told her, which considering I can’t find any info about them being friends besides her word, combined with the fact that she’s lied about having close relationships in the past raises a lot of flags.

But even if we assume LAJ isn’t lying and did know Bowie, the quote is still suspect, particularly the line “John was on yet another break from May and far away from Yoko.” According to May in her book Loving John, her and John had only one break from their relationship (the phrase “yet another break” implies multiple) that lasted a week, and for the entirety of that week, John was with Yoko. (x)

Finally, the language LAJ uses to describe John and David’s sexualities not only puts me on edge but very much makes me question her intention. Phrases like “the genderbender-ed about,” “indulged his ‘inner fag,’” and “ambisextrous,” all come across to me as fetishisation. Bisexuality is already very highly fetishised and sexualised and LAJ is most definitely not concerned with deviating from that representation. That phrasing combined with the way she also discusses Freddie’s sexuality, where she’s alleged highly sexualised claims about him having threesomes:

And quite often that involved other people as well. Other men, other women. There would be a number of them in the bedroom at any given time. In fact they were raided by the police once and the police stormed in and they found more people than they were expecting to find in the bed that morning.

(x)

— leads me to believe that LAJ is an author less concerned with exploring John’s sexuality as apart of his life, something that made him who he was, and more concerned with including details about “bisexual threesomes” as shock value, as a sensational point she can use to to promote her book in press tours and interviews. Like a tabloid writer. And this sort disrespect representation of John’s queerness, imo isn’t that much better than the biographers who dismiss or underplay it. I totally understand that for a lot of us, finding out new info about John’s queer identity is exciting, especially for those of us who are queer and identify with a lot with John for that reason, myself included. But we shouldn’t be giving credence and legitimacy to someone who firstly, isn’t trustworthy and secondly who’s reason for talking about it is gross and exploitative at best and biphobic at worst.

tl;dr, LAJ is an incredibly untrustworthy source of info and in her own over exaggerations, treats discussions of queerness in an extremely problematic and exploitive way so please take anything you read from her with a massive grain of salt.

[munkthehunk]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

This is a lovely thing to do! 😌

My beautiful and amazing and supportive girlfriend @thatmysticaltuxedocat-rp ❤️😌

Literally all of the buddies I've made in the fandom. Not tagging everyone bc I don't wanna accidentally leave anyone out, but you all should know who you are. I love you guys, seriously. ❤️

The Beatles, they'll always be my go to when I need to smile. John Lennon my Beloved 🥺

Rain and thunderstorms, so this time of year in general

My babies(pets), which I will share pics of below. They give me a reason to wake up everyday and get out of bed.

Freyja is my puppy, my baby angel, and she literally saved my life. She turns 6 soon and I'm not ready for that. She's a gift to this world and makes everyone who knows her a little happier. She's also very loud and I love that about her. (Ft. A pic of her after surgery to remove a mass a few months ago - she was very doped up and had to wear shirts for a week to keep her from messing with the stitches on her stomach. I just love her face!)

Pouncival is my little demon boy. Despite his cute face and somft floofy fur, he's a little bastard man, and I adore him all the more for it. He was a stray baby in my mom's trailer park, so she brought him to me to clean up and help. We were gonna give him away, but I just fell in love with his chaotic energy. Freyja HATES him, but he's so obsessed with her. He often lays by her while she's sleeping, and does goofy shit like in pic 2, where he just HAS to be touching her. As soon as she wakes up she moves and actively avoids him.

They curl up with me every night though, and put their differences aside to cuddle for the long sleep. They mean everything to me.

[mylennonsblog]

Mine ❤️💍🔐

[sweetrosetta-martin]

Not to be controversial but I'm sure more people would have a better sense of the toxicity between Yoko/John if genders were inverted.

Don't take me wrong, John was far from being an angel (we can literally start by the fact that he yeeted his first wife just like that), but his insecurities also made him vulnerable. Especially on the emotional side.

Maybe why so many have a hard time imagining how Yoko could be abusive towards him, is that we have this idea of John being the "sarcastic and sometime aggressive Beatle" rather than a complex human being plenty of contradictions and emotions.

This is also related to the idea that men cannot be victims of abuse. Something that is totally wrong and false.

Sure, we'll never know the hole true about their story, but to say that John was too "mean" or "manly" to be mistreated is a double standard that we should not perpetuate in our society.

Idc if its about John Lennon or any other guy.

Men can also be victims

Men can also be abused

And we should not take their story as an impossibility or a joke

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #42: “The Last One” | December 31, 2003 - 11:18 PM | S03E24

Also known as “The Last Fucking One For 2003″, and boy, is it a special one. It also sorta felt like a series finale at the time, which I think sorta began a running joke about Aqua Teen Hunger Force’s constant imminent cancellation on-air. I feel like every season Adult Swim would casually mention that it was the last season ever when it actually wasn’t. I was under the false impression that this was in fact intended to be a series finale, but I can’t find anything actually supporting this. I guess I just took the title very literally.

In this episode Aqua Teen’s entire rogues gallery (with a few exceptions) shows up to the Moon at the behest of the Mooninites in order to discuss a dastardly plan to finally end the Aqua Teens’ reign of terror once and for all. Dr. Weird and Steve aren’t in this one; their absence is actually explained in the previous episode’s cold open. I’d normally link to the relevant blog post, but I completely failed to mention it. They were invited but couldn’t make it. While we’re on the subject we’re also missing Wayne "The Brain" McClain, Love Mummy, www.yzzerdd.com, Willie Nelson, and Universal Remonster. I just copied and pasted that from an Aqua Teen Wiki. I removed “real wisdom cube” (the Brian Posehn one) cuz the other wisdom cube is still here, kinda representing the both of them.

Their plan is inane and makes very little sense. Still, they attempt to go through with it. The proceedings cause multiple characters to drop off. The Frat Aliens get eaten by an alien babe, the Brownie Monsters get executed via firing squad, etc. The final confrontation finally does happen. I’m happy to report that the Aqua Teens come out on top. Thank god.

The whole episode was pulled off due to Jay Edwards’ organizational skills: in the commentary he describes that despite the intricate and tedious work that had to go into this episode that it still came together relatively quick thanks to them keeping an extensive animation library. The ability to recycle all those characters easily meant that this episode could actually happen. Also mentioned is that it took about a month to record this one, seeing as how it involved calling back a lot of guest voices. It’s amazing how stacked this one is. I always assumed that maybe they wrote all of these in advance of recording them so they were able to just record this episode piecemeal.

This one is real funny, and not only crammed with references to previous episodes, but there’s one very notable reference to the Adult Swim message board where Mooninite 1 (NOTE: I despite having to look up his name to spell it correctly that I’m now just adopting his designated title in the Schooly D Mooninites song instead) revels in his non-invite to the Plutonians, claiming “Plutonians are teh suck”. That’s a reference to a post on the adult swim message board where somebody wrote “anime is teh s uck” (a space between the s & u in “suck” because that was the only way to circumvent the swear filter on said message board). This phrase was merchandised onto t-shirts. More about this during EPHEMERA WEEK, which is nipping at our heels. Yikes!

MAIL BAG

I will give you the Master Shake plush for free but you have to promise me is not going to end up in some antifa shithole lol.

I can’t promise that :(

The creepy things Shake says when they first turn on the evil TV are directly from Robert Blakes very spooky character from "Lost Highway".

I didn’t know this! My Lost Highway blindspot has fucked me yet again. I’m simply fucked.

Do you think David Lynch the king of all things weird could make something for Adult Swim that is weirder than Tim and Eric' Bedtime Stories? Also which one of those is your favorite. If you are going to say "Angel Boy" don't bother!

I got this one earlier than the other David Lynch message so please don’t be FUCKING cute mischaracterizing this as a coincidence. Allright? Anyway, I think “Roommates” is amazing, and I love the part where you see Tim’s narcissistic one-man show. That scene is so good and I think of it a lot when I attend open mics. Thanks.

Life's no fun if you are eating pizza on a bun...

Yeah man

Hey there kid, it's me John Lennon of the original Beatles. God has granted me an opportunity to contact one person on Earth from my heavenly perch and I just wanted to say that I think your blog is pretty cheeky and good. We all love to read it up here so keep up the good job. Cheers.✌️

Wow, thanks! I’m sorry that when I was 13 I made a gun finger at your portrait on the wall of the Redding Red Robin and said “BANG BANG!” in a goofy voice. I guess it all simply came out in the wash. From now on, I’ll imagine there IS a heaven thanks to you. Dogs cats and crackerjacks as they say in the UK!

[gretavanfleetlove]

omg can i have a ship pleasee (anon heh)

i’m learning guitar and i play bass hdjsh i like to drink whisky and smoke joints, i prefer pink floyd over the rolling stones and the beatles, sorry nut sorry boys, i have 4 cats and 2 dogs dhsj i’m into baking and cooking and i like to hear vinyls while i do it. Im latinx and an only child lmaoo i’m studying sound engineering and i’m also an artist! my fave bands are cream and steppenwolf, i like to go thrifting and then go drinking to the park! hdjdhd my idol is jake lmao but he doesn’t need to know that 😌

Ship #3

Of course you can have a ship!! @guitarfingers I hope you enjoy!!

So for your friend ship your gonna get~

JACOB

He was literally the first one I thought of when I read your description

I feel like you guys would literally just have so much fun together and just be fun to be around.

Your usually hang outs are Friday nights

He’ll always brings whiskey a l w a y s

He loves your animals and he wants to keep them

He’ll always watch them if you’re out of town

Also Jake would definitely be your guitar teacher

After you begged him to be of course

But he was happy to

Even though it kiiind of got chaotic

You guys always go thrifting together

It’s one of your favorite past times

And then when you guys get back you listen to records while showing the each other your hauls

I feel like he would debate with you about Pink Floyd being better than the Stones though

“Seriously how do you not see the talent?!”

“I see it but Pink Floyd just has BETTER talent!”

Jake is also the biggest supporter of you and his brother

But he made some rules

All of which you broke just to get under his skin which was hilarious

I can just imagine you guys smoking outside laying in the grass, listening to Cream and having a super deep conversation though

Like super deep

I also think you could teach him how to bake

And you guys could cook random new exciting things for eachother just to experiment

He also loves that your latinx he thinks it’s fun 😂

Anywho you guys are just super fun and you’re pretty much a sister to him

Now you’re romantic ship was harder but I finally decided on~

MOST GORGEOUS SAMUEL

You guys are like a power couple ok

You guys goof off together especially if you’re high

There’s too many stories relating to that

He absolutely loves cooking with you

And he watched you bake he’s always refused to learn how though

I can totally see you guys just having like a bass session though

Like he’d bring out the whiskey and some little glasses

Then he’d get the record player in case you wanted to jam along with something else

And you guys would just play together

Sometimes when you get really into it he’ll just watch you

He absolutely adores your animals

I mean you know Sam he’s just an animal person

“Hey where’s the dogssss?”

“Sam seriously again?”

“Yes! Are they outside?”

“Yes.”

You guys would cuddle up on the couch together and the cats would come cuddle next to or on you guys

He also loves shopping with you

Its literally one of his favorite things

And afterwards he will most definitely go drinking to the park with you

He doesn’t get how you like Pink Floyd better but he supports it... to an extent

But he’s not like his brother who will scream at you that there’s no one better than John Lennon

Sammy likes Pink Floyd too so you guys are good

Music was actually what got you guys talking at first!

He definitely loves your relationship with his brother, he wants you and his family to get along because he’s an absolute angel 😌

Sammy would for sure teach you guitar

And you would love watching him try because you love him so much but he’s a bad teacher

It’s funny though

and adorable

But seriously you guys are like the cutest couple ever I can’t even 😭💜

[patruchilles]

i was tagged by my angel kalli [ @augustsjanes ] !! thank you lovely !!

last movie watched: broo i totally forgot but i’m pre sure it was pride and prejudice (2005) because it’s my comfort film and makes me feel things and makes my expectations just soar higher and higher >>>

last song listened to: beautiful boy by john lennon because my friend told me the song gave her ‘me’ vibes and i love that <33

last book read: we hunt the flame !! i’m currently reading the secret history and i’m literally in love with it. i’m also reading rwrb as well !!

last thing eaten: chocolate croissant !!

if I could be anywhere right now in the world: omfg i’d love to be somewhere in england right now inside a school library in the classics section aaahhhh

where would I time travel: maybe to the 80s !! 

if I could hang out with a fictional character: right now?? francis abernathy. i literally love that dude. but in general, i could not answer. i’d need a whole ass list for this and a lot of thinking !!

tagging: @liliantha , @waayne , @winnietech , @deadpoets , @radiantsusan , @time-turner , @darthsidious , @korolevna , @hcrror , @salazaar , @warstorm and anyone else who would like to do this !!

[blackberry-gingham]

Sorry for literally spamming y'all Thai morning, but I am just a simple woman. I see John lennon, teddy Beatles, Paul being an angel, or Ringo being Ringo... And I reblog 😌