#love writing love the day dreamy math part before writing where nothing feels real or unreal

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Me trying to figure out which fics to include canon OfA holder quirks in and which to do my own:

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I Wanna Be Your Man: TeddyBoy!Ringo X Reader.

So I don't know if you know this, but Ringo as a teenager looks really fucking hot. so now I'm writing about it. I want this to be a series, about the reader and Ringo meeting in high school and getting into strange shenanigans together. Let me know if you enjoy it! I want all the feedback I can get. If you want part two let me know and I’ll make it happen.  This is a teddy boy Ringo, so if you don’t like that sorry. 

The reader is portrayed as a female, so I’m sorry to those who are LGBTQ and can’t Identify with the reader.  

Warnings: None just some really cute, teenage Ringo. 

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         “Mum, what’s the weather going to be today?” I yelled as I put on some jean capris and a button-down blouse. “It’s about 40 degrees out love, best put on a jacket before you go,” she yelled up the stairs at me. I put on a small amount of makeup and threw on one of my sweatshirts. When I walked out of the door for school, my mom handed me an apple for breakfast and a brown paper bag for lunch, I threw both into my bookbag, “Thanks, mum. Love you.”, and with that, I left. 

     It was colder than it seemed, it was windy and had rained the night before so the wind was wet and sharp. Luckily my sweatshirt kept my body warm, but my nose was red and my cheeks were cold. Walking down the street I noticed another person walking, usually, I was the only person to walk on this sidewalk this time of day. I was the only kid on the street, so I just walked to school by myself. Now there was a new person, it was definitely a “he”, and he had black tight jeans, a leather jacket, and seemed to be smoking a cigarette. His hair was black, curly, and fluffy in the front, he had a black bag around his body that I assume is for his school things. He looked like a crooner almost, I had no business with him, so I chose to ignore him for most of my walk. That was until he tripped me. It’s not like it was on purpose or anything. He had tossed his cigarette, then leaned over to tie his shoe, and I hadn’t noticed him. I zoned out thinking of what my friends were doing after school. So I ended up walking in front of him, and in the process, tripped over his leg and landed on the concrete sidewalk. “ah hell! are you alright?” The boy turned to me while I tried to process that I’d fallen. I wasn’t in any pain, in fact, I was perfectly fine, so I sat up and started apologizing profusely.

       “I’m so sorry! I’m really clumsy sometimes, are you ok?” I asked him. I am indeed really clumsy, I’ve been to the hospital for scrapes and bruises, occasionally a fracture or two. I’m used to falling and hitting things so I'm usually not phased by it anymore.  “I should be asking you that, you hit the ground pretty hard. Are you alright?” I looked up at his face, blue eyes. They were so pretty...and his hair sat on his head like a cloud, his jaw was so straight, and his hands were covered in rings. “Oh, um yeah I’m fine. Maybe a little bruised but I’m ok.” He lent his hand out to me “Here let me help you up, I'm Richard by the way" I took his hand as sat up "Thanks, I'm Y/n. are you new in town?,” I asked. “No, I just came back from the hospital, sickness an all that. I just move around Liverpool every now and then.” We started walking to school I found out that he recently enrolled in the same school as me, he likes playing the drums and even played in his hospital band. I think that’s pretty silly, that he was there that long, that he joined in the hospital’s band. We talked about music, family, and our favorite subjects. The rest of the walk to the school was quiet and serene. “ Hey, Y/n, can you show me where the office and things are? I haven't been to the school yet.” I looked up at him, he was noticeably taller than me “ Sure Richard, I’d be glad to. Once we stepped in the school I helped him find the office so he could receive his schedule, then walked him to his first hour. “Alrighty, this is where I leave. I hope you have a good rest of your day.” I turned to walk away when he grabbed my hand “Wait, Y/n, Can I walk you home? You know as a thank you for showing me around?”  

“Um, sure! thanks, Richard, I’d like that” I held my books in front of me and walked to class. When I sat down, my friends immediately turned to talk to me, “Who was he?” My friend Catherine looked at me with wide eyes “Who’s who?” I asked. “That guy!” Maria piped up. I’d known these two since we were kids, we all live a street away from each other, so we’ve always been there for each other. “Oh, hiiiim!” I said like I was oblivious to what they were talking about. “He’s new here, came back from being in the hospital for a few years.”  Maria then talked about how cute he was for an hour, and Catherine talked about how dumb Maria was. “Seriously how could you not think he was dreamy!” she said as I walked to my locker after class, “Maybe, it’s because I don’t swoon over every guy I meet, unlike you,” I said, as I put up my books for my next class. “Whatever! You're just jealous cause you know we’ll end up together.” She said “Yeah right, like you’d have a chance with him” I laughed at her as we walked to the gym. The rest of the day was pretty normal, my mom left a note for me as always, and all but two of my classes gave me new homework for the day. I’m pretty good about doing my work, so I’m in some more advanced classes. 

    Of course, the end of the day came and there he was, waiting at the school gates with a cigarette in hand “You ready to go?” he asked. I didn’t want to go home yet, usually, after school, I walk to our record store down the block from the school, and do homework at the park nearby. I also occasionally do homework with Catherine and Maria’s houses, as an excuse to hang out with them or go see a movie. “Actually, can you walk me somewhere else? I’d love to show you some more of this area.” 

“Yeah sure, where to?” We started walking to the record shop, where we listened to a few records and even bought a few new ones. He seemed to really like it there, he enjoyed their large rock section, along with the fairly cheap prices. After we listened to a few of them we picked out about three and walked out of the store. “Where do you want to go next?” I asked, “There are some dinners we can go to or a park? There’s this really nice library that I go to sometimes” 

 “That sounds really nice, but if I’m honest with you Y/n, I’d like to go back to my place and listen to those new records.” 

     I laughed “Sure, but we have to do our homework while we listen.” I don’t mind what I do in a day as long as my homework gets done at some point. I enjoy having semi-good grades so I can enjoy my freedoms after school.

“Fine by me.” We walked to his house, which was only 4 down from mine, and sat down in his room to listen to the records we bought. His parents greeted me as I walked in, they were very sweet and weren’t super weird about him bringing a girl home. I mean, I guess it’s nothing to be weird over, it’s not like we’re dating or anything. We sat on his floor and listen to The Turbans, while I helped him with his math and did my annotations for my novels class. A particularly rhythmic song came on and Richard started tapping his pen on his notebook. It for some reason distracted me quite a bit. I also didn’t notice that he had recently taken his jacket off, he was wearing a plain white shirt, which is also when I noticed how toned he was. The shirt fit his body so well and made his arms look really good. His arms looked really nice, they were toned and made him seem athletic. Part of me wished I could just get wrapped in his arms, but ya know in a friendly way. In a kind of just friends platonic hug way. Also, his lips caught me off guard, they seemed so soft. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were closed, he was clearly focused on something. Not to mention his eyes, it’s like they brighten up his whole face.

 “Are you ok Y/n?” He looked at me, I didn’t realize I had just started off into space thinking about him. I jolted back into the real world “Hmm? Oh yes, no I’m fine. Just kinda tired is all.” I shook my head. I was embarrassed, I could tell that my face was turning red. Suddenly his room was really hot, too hot, now I know why he took off his jacket. “Hey, Richard, do you mind if I take off my sweatshirt? Your room is kind of warm...” He looked at me and nodded “Oh yeah that’s fine” I set my stuff aside and lifted my shirt up putting it next to me on the floor. 

       A few more hours passed and conversations were traded, music was listened to, and at one point we even started dancing. Once it hit six o’clock I had to leave, my curfew is kind of early but can always be extended if I ask. “Y/n shouldn’t you be home by now?” he asked. I looked at his clock, it read 6:02. “Yeah, I should go, Mom’s probably waiting. Wanna walk me home now?” 

“Sure” He smiled at me and stood up, giving me his hand to lift me up. The feeling of his hand in mine was very different from the first time it happened. It was, warmer and almost comforting. I put it in the back of my mind, it didn’t really matter what his hand in mine felt like.  We finally made it home at some point and we stood outside my front door sharing our farewells. Before I walked away, He stopped me, “Hey so, a few friends and I are going to a movie tomorrow, wanna come?” He had his hand on the back of his neck and looked at his feet. “Sure, I’d really like that Richard,” I said looking down aswell. “Oh cool. I’ll pick you up then, It’s a drive-in, so I can get my friends to get us in.” I smiled and turned to walk inside “Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” as I walked in he stopped me again, “Oh and by the way, Y/n, just call me Ritchie,” He smiled at me and turned around. “Bye Ritchie,” I said as he turned to walk down the street. 

     I walked into my room and changed into my pajamas. They were so comfy, I hadn’t realized how tired I was until I laid on my bed. I thought about Ritchie for a bit before going to sleep. It wasn’t intentional, my mind just happened to go there. I thought about this hair and his lips again, they were so nice, why did he look so good. I was nervous to go to a movie with him. It’s not a date, right? I mean his friends will be there so it can’t be a date. I guess I should put an effort in tomorrow anyway, maybe I’ll wear one of my good skirts. I am meeting his friends, after all, I want him to like me so he has a friend that goes to his school. But is it’s not a date does it matter what I look like? After a whirlwind of thoughts crossed my mind I tried to fall asleep. Almost in peaceful sleep. “Shit,” I said out loud. “I left my sweatshirt at his house.”

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2017 - “You’ve got your world with your own inner dialogue and your own narrative and the way that you write, and then there’s everything else. I’ve gone through my records and I hear so much of my own self and my own stories, but I don’t get as much of the outside world]. This record is really different.”   “Now, I’m at this place where I feel like I’m really present, and when I’m reading the news, I’m really reading it, whereas before I was a little bit in my own head.”  “I made a lot of records for myself, chronicling my own stories. I was never a huge self-editor — I wrote songs and then I felt like, okay, well that’s that. And now, I’ve found in the last two years that I’ve really been editing some of the languages of some of the songs in light of the political landscape, [because] I don’t want to be a part of anything that adds to that negativity.”  “I recorded simply for my own pleasure, when I wrote only for myself.” (2015 & before) 2014 - “I'm so used to writing for myself — and at the end of the day, I do it because I feel like I have to. So when I'm recording or writing, I don't have other people in mind. It's not always comfortable for me, but I don't not say what I want to.” 

2017 - It’s hard to talk about your innermost feelings if you feel the reception will be cold. And I hung back for a while. It still comes from me, but as I’ve evened out as a person, I don’t have as much I don’t want to say. I feel comfortable.”  “I try to be as careful as I can that I’ll want to sing stuff on stage that I write. And that song will be an easy one to do because it doesn’t pull at any heartstrings or anything.”  2015 -   “I guess the first thing that was going on was that I really wanted to have one more record out that was able to speak for me, even if I wasn’t in a place where I felt like speaking about myself.” 2017 - “I’ve seen all the same kind of kids and grown-ups coming to the shows, and I really wanted to make a record for them.” “I made my first four albums for me, but this one is for my fans and where I hope we’re all headed.” 

About the track God Bless America and writing about the Women’s Marches.  “I thought it was so cool that I’m really right there in the same boat with them. And sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I feel like I’ve got my finger right on the pulse of what’s going on, and then some of my music comes out and it’s like, ‘Fuck, that was a miss. Fuck, that’s not what people feel, at all. But with this, I was right there with everyone.” “I feel like this election jolted almost everyone who was floating around, feeling weird, whatever… right into the current moment.” “Well, I have a song that’s quite aware about the collective worry, about whether this is the end of an era. It’s called “When the world was at war we kept dancing.” But I actually went back and forth about keeping it on the record, because I didn’t want it there if it would make people feel worse instead of better.” Before - “Bob Dylan. He was someone who just did what no one had ever done by telling his life stories through song. He had this feeling of freedom to write whatever he wanted without conscience.” “ I love how effortlessly his music came to him.”

2017 - I was nervous about me being on the cover, and in big font “The Heartbreak Issue” because the thing is, I don’t feel heartbroken. So I didn’t want to continue a narrative that didn’t apply to me.” 

2014 -  “First of all, when you’re writing a record alone, you don’t really think about the effect your music is going to have on other people. I’m not really the type of person to condone any behavior that would end up being harmful to anyone else but at the same time I’m not going to limit my lyrical content to things that don’t really relate to me or sing about things just because they rhyme. The further away I get from each record the more space I have to think about whether it’s important to be responsible. I still don’t know.”

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“I’m one of those people who believe that words are some of the last forms of magic that exist.” “Yes, he [Allen Ginsberg] was an early influence — the whole beat poetry movement, and Vladimir Nabokov, and Walt Whitman. I think the thing I really got from Ginsberg was that you can tell a story through kind of painting pictures with words. And when I found out that you could have a profession doing that, it was thrilling to me. It just became my passion immediately, playing with words and poetry.”  “This passion for words I own to my best friend Gene, my English teacher at the time. He showed me, when I was 15, the books by Jack Kerouac, Allan Ginsberg… Suddenly I no longer felt lonely, lost in my dreams. I finally knew that there were people like me, a bit weird, out of it. I really was saved by the beat poets. They opened a huge window for me, reassuring my mental health. In Lake Placid, there weren’t many people who shared my universe, so the books became my close friends.” “I thought my tastes and likes were pretty normal, but then I met everyone and I was like, “These people don’t actually care about music and art. They want to be cool.” I never met anyone who cared about music as deeply as me and my boyfriend, or who really cared about poetry—who really lived it and breathed it. I haven’t met anyone so far. I just can’t affiliate with those people.” “I came to New York because of Bob Dylan. I was a real writer, you know. I was writing short stories, submitting them. Doing poetry for fun.”

2017 - “After having tried from a young age, I knew that I didn’t have the writer’s soul. I tried to write short stories, but they were terrible. So, I tried to do poetry… but it still wasn’t for me! That’s how I decided to write music. [She laughs]. The next step would have been Haikus!”  2014 - “I was disappointed when I was criticized early on for those records that I was attached to because I considered myself a writer.” “I’ve always written. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at. It’s not difficult, like math. I’m not bad at it, like I am with everything else. But it didn’t have to be music. I like to sing. I also enjoy editing, splicing films together. And so I’ve been doing all those things, but my only ambition was to be a great writer.” “I live in my obsessions and then the music comes from there. Living that way and writing from that place doesn’t make for a “color in the lines” mold. “

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2015 - I’m incredibly plugged into what’s going on politically, socially and pretty much in every way except pop-culturally. The music has such an element of escapism to it.” “I never settled for anyone who wasn’t completely enthralled with life or with being different.”  “ I think sometimes as an artist it’s difficult to know where your unique aesthetic comes from… real life and imagination and art all bend in and out of each other to create your records.” “For me, I didn’t want anything except to feel new every day. I wanted to try different things. I felt alive. But you have to put limits on. You can’t go too far with it. I’m an independent operator. It’s just fucking different. I never wanted to lead a normal life.” 2017 - “I feel less apart, less different than the others nowadays. I have the impression that I have finally connected to the world. I aspire to finally melt into the masses.”

2017�� - “For a long time I was lodged in my head, wondering how things were gonna turn out, if things were going to be hard forever. And on a philosophical level, I was consumed with the idea that … what happens?” Before - “There’s nothing wrong being a dreamer, because I think that dreams are as important as reality.” “Einstein said ‘your imagination is more important than intelligence,’ and I have a very, very big imagination.” “My music is very hazy, dreamy, so I compensate with raw lyrics rooted in everyday life.”  2017 -  “I drove myself to remove this blurry, dreamy atmosphere.” 

“I still have never listened to pop music. You could ask me anything, I wouldn’t know who you were talking about. It just would never happen for me, it’s just not my thing. I like older music. I really like early ’90s stuff; I really like classic rock and late ’70s.” “For me, it’s like an interesting trajectory going from doing everything myself to finding people who are a lot like me and who understood that songs weren’t just traditional pop songs, but more like a psychological unraveling of a life story in song form.”