#on our way back home

[queer-and-nd-coded]

uhh i made a playlist with every song mentioned in on our back home... if y'all even care.

[gettingreallyintobeatlesyaoi]

Day 5 of reading Beatles RPF

On our way back home by Kathleenishereagain || 5/56

Reading a chapter while my laundry gets dried (and hoping the dryer actually works today XD)

Though, first things first, I feel I should mention that thanks to @indiekidsupremacist and @the-bluebird-you-need, I now know that not only is there one Beatles movie, but multiple! I think I'll need to put time aside to watch them at some point. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When reading Beatles fanfiction, watch Beatles movies. For research purposes. Obviously.

In the meantime, I did think of something else I could do. A few songs have been mentioned in the fic so far, and it seems a little silly to go on like this without listening to their music. How can you understand why people are fans of a band without hearing what the band's most known for? So, I picked the first one the fic brought up, "I Feel Fine".

This was so fun. The song itself is great (and catchy. Yeah, that's going to be stuck in my head for a week.) And at one point in the music video, one of them (the comments say it's Ringo) just?? gets on a bike?? and stays on it the rest of the song?????? Brilliant, fantastic, no notes.

Anyway, we're here for fic, and I absolutely have to share this passage that made me look away from my phone for a minute and just absorb it.

He did not have anything to tell him that he actually could say, anyway. Sorry I was an absolute wanker to you. Sorry I didn’t try to talk to you sooner. That I didn’t make more effort to patch things up between us. Sorry you died. I miss you. I have missed you for almost 40 years and I will never stop missing you. Seeing you so young and clueless is more painful than you could ever imagine. Talking to you makes me want to scream. It makes my head turn with happy fireworks and my belly burn with grief. He could not say any of that.

Just. Holy shit. That struck hard and fast, and the rest of the chapter didn't pull any punches either. I'm a huge fan of time travel related angst, so it's like this was tailor-made for me. With every chapter, I'm drawn more and more in.

(I think I mentioned before that I started this blog on a whim, half-joking. Not disrespectful, I should hope, as I didn't want to come into a fandom I'm not a part of and make a mockery of someone's hard work. I'm genuine in my desire to experience this and understand what draws people to it (and I suspect, will become a fan myself in time), but I won't lie and say I didn't come into this with preconceived biases about RPF. Which, to be honest, was a little hypocritical of me. Don't laugh, but my side projects are mostly Supernatural fanfiction, and I can see how easily someone might approach that with the same feelings I did this, whereas I, on the inside and putting my heart into it, take it very seriously. So, solidarity there, I think. We are all weird guys on the internet writing heartfelt love letters to things that matter to us.)

It's still fascinating to me getting little crumbs of knowledge, some of them devastating, chapter by chapter. I expect someone fully immersed in the history of the band and each member would take these in stride, facts they already know well, but some of them really throw me for a loop. The one this chapter was a mention that Paul didn't go to his father's funeral, or couldn't go. It wasn't specified why, and it's a drop in the bucket of this chapter, but it stuck in my mind nonetheless.

Oh, and I have a solid grasp of the distance between London and Liverpool now. The fic said a trip between the two would take about four hours by car, and Google provided me the helpful number of 354 kilometers. (Or, in American, for me, 220 miles.) That's further than the distance I used to go to visit my Grandpa in Mississippi.

[zingaplanet]

Forever it's the two of us

two of us

[plesiosaurys]

getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."

[roach-works]

hey reblog this with a piece of your favorite poem, please

[naamahdarling]

I didn't get pics I didn't get pics my phone was in the bedroom charging but FANCY IS PLAYING WITH THEM. Not next TO them but INITIATING PLAY WITH THEM.

Not bitchily, not reluctantly, not with a short temper, not tolerating THEIR advances, but making her OWN advances! Inviting them in!!!!!! Even the detested Junie!

CRYINGGGGGG.

[paulandjohn]

I’m so glad this fic has been recommended! I was going to recommend it myself but figured I’d check first to see if anyone else had recommended it before.

This fic is amazing and beautiful and it’s always on my mind and I’ve been reading this every year since it was published in 2019.

Everyone please go and read it.

Fic: On our way back home

by kathleenishereagain (no tumblr that i know of

Summary:

Here's the short version from ao3: Summer 2019, 77-year-old Paul wakes up feeling surprisingly good. One tiny problem: he is back in December 1965.

Why I like this fic:

This fic is SUPER popular, I wanted to be the first one to recommend it on here because it is genuinely my favorite beatles fic Ever. Paul somehow time travels back to 1965 and gets to be a beatle all over again. Most importantly, he gets to see John again, and say the things he never got to say :) It ripped my heart out the first time I read it and sewed it all back together again. I laughed, I cried, I aww'd, I got angry, everything! It is a Very long read (over 360k.. in like sixty some chapters) but ALL of it is worth it. The world building, characterization, the smut, all of it is a 10/10 across the board. Every beatles fan that hasn't tackled this monster yet deserves to read it!

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[nipuni]

Last weekend we had the most wonderful day doing 1900 historical reenactment with these lovely ladies we had the pleasure to know! 🥰 We walked around royal gardens, watched the air balloons take off, played with the horses and chickens and had an amazing picnic in a beautiful estate! It was such a dream 😭 I look forward to more incredible events with Anacronicos ❤️

[itscontinental]

And all that red, it reads:

"Here is a thing yet unbelonging And here is a passage of time: To Be, To Be young, and to forfeit its youth.

Go ahead and take the thing lest it be lonely It already belongs to you"

Although, we wrote that two years after We wrote "Here Is a Thing That Belongs to You" which We wrote A few days after we wrote "Psychobabble" and a few minutes before We wrote "take the thing and say thank you"

A thing which we actually are (belonging, you know, to you know who) So we'd be the ones to know, you know? That we were never "unbelonging" and the latter (not later) to be the truth .

and here is the passage of time (two years, not "to be young") Between "psychobabble" and "that belongs" (that grew) And "that belongs" and "the passage of time" (that spoiled) Which all, by right, belong to you.

Which we present ...AGAIN, As we apologize ...AGAIN as we wait (as we must wait, as our hands are tied) For something new.

[ratatatastic]

chirpy, chirpy~ like father like son i suppose

2024-25 Media Day | 9.18.24 (x)(x)

and absolutely delightful that colby kept up the inside joke yeah babey nothing like our beat and our cats opening up preseason hockey by being chirpy

[theoriginallittledarling]

Idc what anyone else says, THIS is the best mclennon fic in the fandom

Just finished "On our way back home" by Kathleenishereagain and i think i need help to remember how to live and breathe, and think not only 'bout these great words

It's masterpiece MY GOD *screams*. I just keep smiling and zoning out every two minutes

Think i need to get out of the room, outside will heal my mind

[twinsunsintatooine]

thinking about how tyjo made a whole universe where his self insert cat-beanie-wearing oc has his life saved repeatedly and homoerotically by his best friends leader-of-the-rebellion oc and they both fight allied together to take down the evil cloaked men like it just doesn’t get better than this

[gettingreallyintobeatlesyaoi]

Day 2 of reading Beatles RPF

On our way back home by Kathleenishereagain || 2/56

I read this chapter while on my lunch break.

I'm realizing now that, given the length of this fic, a good portion of this blog is just going to be me reacting to this specific fic rather than a variety of Beatles fanfiction. This would probably bother me, except that A) this is a blog about Beatles yaoi and not a scientific experiment. (We weren't even approved by the board of ethics.) and B) I'm genuinely? invested? in this fic now?

I think a story about time travel was the best possible option for me to start with, because I am just as confused as Paul McCartney is as he journeys through his past life. Sure, he's got the names and some vague recollection, but I've got... uh. Well, I've been taking notes. I learned some new things this chapter.

First of all, remember how we know that John, the guy Paul will be doing the yaoi with in this fic, is dead? In the future, anyway. This chapter revealed to me that before his death, Paul and John got into some sort of blowout fight and only barely reconciled before John died. Now, this alone would probably have gotten me invested in this fic. I love time travel stories about regretting the life you never lived with someone, but at the same time, those hints being sprinkled throughout that going back in time doesn't get you them back, just a certain version of them. Is that enough? I don't think it would be for me, but what matters is, is it enough for Paul? He's still in denial he won't go back to 2019, so there's also that.

(Time is a strange thing here. This fic sends the Paul of 2019 back to 1965. As far as I can tell, Paul McCartney is still alive here in 2023 as well. And me, I was born in 2002, 40 odd years removed from the time this fic takes place. Paul's unfamiliarity with the past he must now live in gels well with my own.)

As a side note, the chapter ended focusing on Paul McCartney looking at himself in the mirror, amazed at his own youth, and I realized that I don't think I've ever really looked at a picture of any Beatles. There's a vague image of them in my head, but nothing concrete. Here is a picture of Paul McCartney I have just found, so that you may experience in real time what seeing his face is like with me.

He looks like a YouTuber.

[syn4k]

to be, or not to be (romanticization of the inevitable)

[marzipanandminutiae]

"fictional siblings are so fake- REAL siblings hate each other!"

skill issue. my sister is the best. I have loved her so much as long as I can remember, and she loves me, and if anyone ever tried to meddle with her I would simply incinerate them

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.