#mclennon yuri

[ribcagebonemeal]

mommy, mama a billy shears behind you 🩵 what are you... 🩵

[girlpanthera]

I had a dream i met a girl who was a john lennon fan and we fell in yuri love. she was short with dyed hair and showed me her john lennon interview books and her john Lennon Spotify hours. I was a Paul McCartney girl in her john lennon world.

then i woke up for my 9-5 and realized my mclennon yuri fantasy was a dream and i thoroughly believe that the fact she isn’t real will affect my customer service today.

[forthlin]

yuri.....

[ringosmistress]

[paulmcutiecutie]

Norwegian wood

Genderbent mclennon!!!

[lesbianbeatles]

[pauls1967moustache]

Are...are you gonna write mclennon yuri?

i currently have no plans to, no.

[wereonourwayhome]

this is going on the beátles blog because idk where else to put this particular brain goblin, but last night i had the thought "are steven tyler and joe perry yaoi or yuri" and like ???

i truly do not have an answer for that

[slutty-oranges]

50's Mclennon yuri or whatever

[fvckingwolfstar]

mclennon yuri i drew today. did you guys know i used to be a harry potter fan art account

[menlove]

it's like. mclennon is to rpf what spirk is to slash, mulder and scully are to straight people, and xena and gabrielle are to yuri

you can like whatever ship in those categories you WANT but you'll never beat them you'll never have the cultural Impact on fandom you'll never BE them

[ribcagebonemeal]

mclennon yuri art soon bc i have the biggest fattest crush on a girl rn and i must corelate it with art or else i'll EXPLODE!

here's this doodle for now.

[lennonblues]

OMG I need help I've been unable to come up w a post for a McLennon drawing for my poll from whenever HELPPP

I'M NOT AN AVID MCLENNON PERSON I'M SO LOST AND OUT OF MY LEAGUE IDK WHAT TO DRAW GIVE ME A STUPID IDEA GIVE ME SMTH

Im not really a mclennon girlie either dude i totally get it 😭 I couldn't decide on one so here's a few ideas to pick from

-Something super psychadelic and colorful of them like idk morphing into each other like their faces are joined at the eye or something

-Them touching cigs like this

-them during the sgt pepper era kissing sloppy style

-like a pop art collage with pictures and drawings of them in the 70s

-Major McCartney and Wizard John

-Redraw of the lobster posters

-yuri

[em1sobak]

mclennon yuri saved my life

[days-since-last-mcr]

It’s been 538 days since My Chemical Romance’s last show

mclennon yuri

[fkajohnlennon]

MCLENNON YURI GO

Wahoo, lets go lesbians!

“What do you mean you’ve never done it with a girl?” Paul asks her one night, splayed on John’s bed and drunk off expensive wine. John’s head is swimming with it too, and she can barely concentrate on anything, save for the way her friend’s skirt rides up her thigh, showing off a hint of her garters. 

John swallows hard. “Have you?” the words stick to the roof of her mouth like molasses. 

Paul kicks out one long leg, toeing off one kitten heel and then the other. “Of course! All those working girls in Hamburg— you never got curious?”

“I—” John toys with her hair. She feels warm all over— like if Paul were to light a match, it would immolate them both. “I— yes, I’ve been curious. Aren’t all girls?”

Paul nods, and her short hair brushes her cheeks. “Right. We all are,” but her eyes linger on John in a way that doesn’t feel familiar. It doesn’t feel like ‘just girl’ business. If Ringo or George looked at her like that, they’d go home with a split lip. 

But Paul. Well, it’s always been different between them. 

“Do you want to try it?” Paul blurts out, when all John does is stare resolutely at a mole on Paul’s thigh. Her eyes snap back up to her friend, who is fidgeting with the top button of her blouse. “You can touch me here,” she guides John’s hand to her breast, where her heart beats warm and real under John’s palm. She’s so…soft. 

“Is this okay?” John asks, and finally her legs go out. She sits on the edge of the bed, one hand on Paul’s breast, the other clenched in a fist that has her nails biting into her palm. Her pulse is hammering in her throat, between her legs.

“Y–yeah,” Paul breaths out, face pink. It’s all John can do not to slide her hand under Paul’s blouse, taking all of her in her hand.