#sorry ringo buddy

[musicmags]

[menlove]

in honor of pride month. how queer (or Not) do you think the bugs are. for science

here's my semi controversial takes okay take them w a grain of salt idk these men (...people?) anyway

paul: I do think he's bi. whether or not he's like out to people around him or even himself who knows but he's. 100% bi. my evidence is well. really everything w john but also just his Consistent flirting with men in so so so so so many interviews. (my joking answer is that he's a lesbian. him and linda are lesbians.)

george: also bi, mostly bc of the stuff surrounding dylan & some of his lyrics. I feel like there's a quote somewhere where he alludes to having done stuff w men but I could absolutely be making that up in my mind lmao. feel like he also could have been sold on the idea that souls are genderless and so not necessarily Be a man in the more spiritual sense. like if he were a 20-30 smth year old today. or I mean even in his actual life I just don't know but I Could See It. 0 evidence for that beyond how many transfemmes I know adore george

john: CONTROVERSIAL ONE IM SORRYYYYY. but he's definitely the one that's For Sure Queer like we all know this. & a lot of people use the bi label bc he had relationships w women & this would be the easiest answer but I'm gonna be really and totally honest... to me a lot of his/yoko's/everyone else's quotes surrounding his attraction to men vs women make it sound Very comphet driven. like his quotes about yoko being the perfect woman bc she was so much like a man/himself in drag. "you think of rock hudson when we do it". him constantly comparing yoko & paul & never really discussing cynthia and in general just disregarding her existence entirely. (which is very shitty btw his treatment of cyn makes me rage, it just also reeks of marriage out of comphet and obligation while he was actually committing himself to paul, whether that was ever fulfilled or not). his general angst around being called gay. etc. to me he reads more as a gay man that never fully came around to identifying that way. but for the sake of not speculating on a dead man's sexuality I'll just say he was Definitely Queer. also given some of his quotes surrounding identity and gender and whatnot I do think he maaay have been gender queer as well but that one is definitely more speculative and vibe based. I could see a modern john or john if he lived being more genderfluid but We'll Never Know.

ringo: token straight I'm sorry buddy. I can enjoy a good fictional depiction of him being bi (shout out to that paul/ringo fic in hamburg that made me chew glass) but as for like. real life I haven't seen a single shred of anything pointing to him being anything but cishet. maybe! but if we're solely talking what I think is Actually going on... no.

[crepesuzette2023]

☕️ What do you think The Beatles legacy would be if George and John had lived and Paul and Ringo hadn’t?

That is an excellent question. And I think much of my answer depends — apologies for being morbid — on the time and circumstance of Paul and Ringo's death...

But that way lies overthinking.

It's tempting to assume that the Beatles legacy as we know it wouldn't exist, had it been up to John and George to tend to it, but I don't agree. They all shared the attitude, to varying degrees, that they themselves had the right to slag off the Beatles, but others did not. John said he was a Beatles fan again after the bitterness of the breakup, but even The Rutles is a love story of a kind—it's hilarious in the way you can only be when you know someone very well. John also greatly admired Paul as a musician and songwriter, and I think it's safe to say neither George nor John carried painful unfinished business for Ringo.

Thus.

With the Anthology material being available...I can imagine John and George doing something with it (or, if Paul had died at around the time John was murdered (*shiver*) the three of them: John, George, and Ringo...and Paul's Avian Aspect).

Depending on 'the critical reception of Paul McCartney (and Wings)' after Paul's early death in this scenario, I can see John and the others go into full defense mode, should critics overstep in downplaying Paul's talent!

I can also see a difference with the Beatles legacy as we know it: I think with John & George setting the tone, there would have been more criticism of the way the Beatles were captives of their fame, the whole 'we gave our nervous system' experience. Don't ask me why, but I don't think there would have been an "army buddies" narrative. Perhaps there would have been a greater focus on their artistic differences in the end (especially George's frustrations), but also, with Paul not present, great fondness for Paul.

I don't know what this says about me, but I spent an hour on this grey and lightless day walking outside listening to the audio of Lennon Remembers (thank you, One Sweet Dream podcast), and one thing I realized was that even then, John was really defensive about the Beatles and especially Paul the second someone else (including Yoko) started to criticize them. That makes me think that the Beatles legacy would have been in *excellent* hands with him! Not the intended effect of the interview, I'm sure, sorry John (said with love).

Thanks for listening if you're still here.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Loki Loki Literature Club

We're back! Yay! And what a chapter to come back on. We don't get this a lot in One Piece, but here we have a chapter where Luffy spends the bulk of it alone in a tense conversation with a powerful yet nebulous figure. A nebulous figure that picked a great way to get under Luffy's...sorry Loppy's skin here. This is such a cool moment in this series to me. Why?

Because it kinda feels like Loppy's on the other side of this than he'd usually be. We're in a country he already likes, someone they decided to chain up is trying to build a buddy so he can fuck shit up. But honestly Loki's kinda the rude little shit here while Luffy? Let's talk about Luffy here.

So let's consider the last three arcs and how they started. WCI the crew gets played by one of Big Mom's daughters. Wano you have a segment with many similarities but it's unwittingly finding one of the Akazaya Nine. Similar skillset but you start from neutral. The concepts there are put to an interesting test in Egghead and buddy you get suckered in. Now you're sitting here with a chained, Emperor-level threat who is probably just trying to get you to release him. Here, fun comparison:

See what I'm getting at here? Loki's about to find an in with you Loppy...did you learn the lesson from the two actresses? That some people are really good at hiding their true intentions, even from someone as perceptive as you? I'm not harboring any serious delusions you still smuggled someone out of Wano but there were still weird story beats and things like Academy kinda pulling the same trick with Kiku & Yamato, so I still have that feeling you could fit in somewhere. And we already identified potential with Shanks. Especially with the cover serial giving us a solid chance to line up Yamato's post-quest spur to Ringo with a little further into Elbaf.

If it all came together through Hajrudin at that point...that'd be fuckin cool because the Grand Fleet's update serial was rolling Act 1 of Wano. Which gets to my real point with all this. Luffy...bruh, please use your head. You have allies here. If Shanks was around the guy chained to the tree probably isn't even the best guy to ask about it and almost certainly isn't the only one because he didn't even bring it up!

Be calm, or you're going to walk right into another Egghead Incident you have nothing to do with.

Hey look, someone even got a haircut! There was other stuff this chapter. Oh my god this was sweetness. Brook did so well. Robin went back to her old bangs because of Saul who better not seriously fucking die right now. You are not about to Sunflower Samurai me here for our sweet sweet Nico Robin but you hurt me so so bad with Izo Oda...

You had that and a little advancement for the rest of the landing crew hiding from the New Giant Pirates. Which along with Loki mythos give this chapter a lot of dramatic irony. Love that shit. We'll surely see how these stories play out but I'm really interested in what decision Luffy makes here.

[yappyappyapp]

Can i rq a ringo x reader were the reader is an assistant for The beatles and is really burnt out and tired and ringo tried to care for them?<3

What’s up buddy 😝😝

Hello! First req ahh n this is so cute !!!

If I fell in love with you

Warnings: FLUFF. (And John being annoying.) (and bad writing.)

You happened to be an assistant to one of the biggest bands at the time, and it was absolutely lovely. Just kidding!! The Beatles made it a bit more difficult to work, John who would take his sarcastic and idiotic comments and remarks to a whole new level, eventually annoying the living crap out of you. George was okay, but he honestly talked your EAR of when he had the chance, how could anyone CONSIDER him the ‘quiet Beatle’? Paul was… okay, he had very pretty eyes, though. And then there was little old Ringo. He wasn’t as annoying. He had a pretty voice.

Brian had assigned you to keep an eye on the boys in a hotel in America, as it was their first time, and they strictly needed to stay in the hotel at all times for the show the following day.

“Would’ya pass me the water, Macca?” John asked innocently, his nasally British accent rang out. Paul passed over the salt as he had a burger half in his mouth. John grinned. ‘Oops.’ He muttered, still smiling as he poured the whole jug on Paul’s head. Macca’s eyes widened as the water trickled down his face and clothes, and he slowly turned to John. “It’s on, Lenny.” Paul picked a handful of whatever the heck was on the table, and hurled it towards John.

“Boys, please-“ you tried to interrupt, knowing their suits were freshly washed, dried, and ironed by indeed, you. You sighed deeply and wiped a hand down your face. You shouldn’t have signed up for this position. It was silly.

“John, food down!” Your voice raised slightly, a thing you never did, catching the attention of John, who put down the food and shrugged, still giggling at Paul, and Paul was doing the same. You could never control these boys, and it was like a war zone job if you did say so yourself.

After the food fight, no, literal war, you went back to your room and curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, praying to God that tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad.

A soft knock was heard on the thick wood of the door.

“Come in!” You hollered, (your nationality) accent wavered a tad.

The door creaked open. Maybe it was a serial killer? Just kidding.

Ringo stood in the doorway, plate in hand.

“hi.” You said, rushing to sit up and fix your skirt and hair, nodding in the process.

“Hello, love.” Ringo nodded, stepping farther into the threshold of your room. “Brought ‘ye supper.” He said softly, approaching your bed. You studied his face, his nose, and how his eyes were a perfect china shade of blue. You noticed how his hair falls on his forehead, and how the brown colour accentuated his rosy red cheeks.

“Why are you doing this for me?” You ask quietly, taking the plate, fingers heating up from the bottom of the plate.

“‘Cuz yer workin’ hard, and John n Paul n Goergie ain’t makin’ it easy for ye.” He shrugged and sat beside you, smiling a bit.

Gosh, his smile.

“Aww, Ringo.” You blush, smiling slightly. He smiled back and put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly and getting up. “I’m gonna run you a bath.” He grinned playfully, running off into the bathroom.

How sweet. Maybe being The Beatles assistant isn’t that bad. <3

(Ik this isn’t really the req im sorry i had trouble thinking of stuff : , ( )

[fxggotclown]

omg everyone clap . casper listened to music this year !!! 👏

i love shiina ringo. i love shiina ringoooooo she is so awesome i love her music forever ....

mcr not being numbah one is truly a testament of how much i love sheena ringo bc i liestened to them sooo much earlier this year.

tokyo incidents is sheena ringo's band !!!!!!!!!! they are also really good :)

elliott smith is my favorite musician of all time and i will always love and come back to his music.

i dont like radiohead -_- . i remembered to make this post bc i wanted to talk abt how i ended up listening to radiohead after trying to listen to them a couple years ago and not liking them. earlier this year i was playing osu and i ended up getting the paranoid android beatmapset bc why not , i download any songs that sound even somewhat tolerable on there. and coincidentally not long after playing the song on there i was playing i think it was just the rock heardle ??? and i recognized it immediately as paranoid android and i was like damn this song actually kind of goes. so i went back and listened to the album again and decided i could tolerate quite a few songs and ended up listening to it a LOT at work . and then i tried to listen to their other albums and just .. why do they all suck........ i dont like radiohead. the explanation for bodysnatchers is that my buddy steve sent me that song awhile ago and i like it a lot. its a listen on repeat song bc i dont really like in rainbows. maybe someday i will like more of radioheads discog . also steve if youre reading this thank u for recommending bodysnatchers im sorry i dont like radiohead as much as you do

[real-jaune-isms]

Green Haired Swordsman Meets Green-eyed Monster

*In the days following the Raid on Onigashima, Luffy and Zoro were nearly comatose from their exertion and wounds. Now, after a week, Zoro just woke up and was greeted with a sight he hadn't expected.*

Zoro: My head... damn I need some booze. Robin:I can get you some in just a minute. Zoro: Wh- Robin, the hell are you doing here? Where are the others? Robin: Luffy woke up about an hour ago and ran off, and the rest of our nakama had follow after him to make sure he didn't destroy anything in his search for food. Zoro: Heh... yeah, that sounds like him. Still doesn't answer why you stayed, though. Robin: *clears her throat and looks away* Well, someone had to make sure you weren't alone whenever you woke up, and to explain the situation so you didn't wander around in confusion. And I... drew the short straw. Zoro: Well then, I guess I appreciate the courtesy. So what situation needs explaining? Luffy beat Kaido, obviously, but what else happened? Robin: *smiles at how immediately confident Zoro is in their victory* Well, the two of you have been passed out from your wounds for a week, and in that time Momonosuke-sama revealed his presence to the country and declared himself the Shogun. I almost didn't believe what I was seeing, but it seems Shinobu-chan used her power to age him up by 20 years. Fuhuhuhu~ Zoro: Ah, so the brat reclaimed his clan's place on top. Good for him I guess, hopefully Kin'emon and the others can help him get a handle on that. The age thing sounds wild, but I did see him flying around as a full sized dragon so that tracks. Anything else? Robin: Um... yes, actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, Zoro-kun. I suppose you mentioned it in passing before the raid but... you spent some time with Momonosuke-sama's sister, didn't you? Zoro: Hmm? Ah, yeah, I was with Hiyori for a couple days. Robin: *eyes narrowed and glowering a bit* Yes, and it must have been quite an eventful period. When she heard you were incapacitated, she insisted on coming to see you. She begged Chopper to let her help with your treatment, and more than a few times tried to nestle beside you for comfort. You two must have... bonded quite a bit... for her to be so close and caring towards you. Zoro: Yeah, you could probably say that. She let me claim Enma after that weapons bandit took Shusui, I saved her from Kid's first mate while he was running around as that serial killer, we slept together... Robin: I'm sorry, you did what?!?! With a woman you knew for less than a week?? I know I've been coy and playful in the past, but I didn't realize you'd find someone else this quickly. Zoro: The hell do you mean? We just- oh for the love of... I mean we shared a bed, and I didn't even ask for it. We were in a shack in Ringo, which was pretty damn cold, and she was helping treat a nasty stab wound I got from Kid's buddy. I was trying to get some rest to help it heal, and I guess while I slept she draped her coat over me for a blanket and then went to sleep next to me to share body heat. We had that kid with the big eyes who laughed a lot with us too, and nothing lewd happened. I mean, she offered me her body, but I wasn't interested in that. Robin: Oh... I see. I'm sorry for getting so... worked up. I guess I just... Zoro: Thought I'd gotten laid with the first girl that offered? That's the pervy cook's thing. Robin: Well she is the Oiran of the Flower Capital. Zoro: Ah, so she's a professional at seduction and I'd be in an elite crowd for getting with her. I'm not into having sex for the glory. Robin: But this is the country your family descends from! Surely it reminded you of home, and you might have felt something special in the prospect of a woman who shares your culture?? *She's growing more exasperated, and hating the words even as she says them because they're justifying why he should be with another woman* Zoro: I never cared much about my village being founded by a Wano samurai, and I'm happy with the culture I'm part of now, being a pirate. Why do you actually care so much about this? Robin: Because clearly she loves you!! Zoro: *Sigh* Robin, I know she does. And it's flattering, she's a very pretty woman, but she's just not my type.

[kmixer]

Mizu and kid Ringo

🪼 Mizu and kid Ringo (NOT A SHIP)

🪼 cute story about them interacting

🪼 Sumary: Mizu is on her way to her next destination, but Kid Ringo thought it would be wise to follow her

"Stop it" Mizu says as she tries to get the kid named Ringo, who introduced himself at least 5 times already getting of her leg. She recognizes him from a ramen shop she went to a day ago, and she was surprised he could be so quiet for his big, builded body. Otherwise, she would've noticed him so much sooner than only 5 minutes ago, and he hasn't shut up since.

"Hi, I'm Ringo, and I wanna be your apprentice!" Ringo said for the 5th time already. He has a strong grip on her leg and isn't planning on letting go any time soon.

Mizu signs as she gives up on trying to get him off her leg. "Okay, i know that already bc you keep repeating it, but like I said for so many times already, you can't. If I look at you, you're probably 7 years old and nowhere near ready to help me on my very dangerous mission" She said 'very dangerous' a bit louder so he would really pay attention to those 2 word hoping he would back down.

"But I don't wanna go back home my dad is mean and he always wants me to be quiet and whenever I mess up he beats me" He says on sad tone that made Mizu have a little compassion with him but then remembers that she doesn't have time for a child

"I'm sorry buddy but this is very dangerous and your fingers can be cute off one by one" she says not noticing his dysability.

"good thing i have none then" Ringo said showing his arms, no hands attached. He didn't look sad about them at all he was in fact proud to be able to do this much without hands.

Mizu looked at his arms and signs as she finally gave in. "fine come with me i'll give you food" She said walking further to a small city. She really wanted to get rid of him but she decided that she can't let him go without a empty stomach

"yay! thank you sir!" he said full exitement. He followed her to the small villlage amazed by the many people and the yummy food he saw

Mizu walked up to a stand and asked for 2 bowls of ramen and some extra food. Ringo looked exited to try someone elses ramen bc he always ate his self made at home

Mizu received the 2 bowls and gave Ringo one. "watch out its still very hot" She said while walking up to bench to sit, while Ringo sat beside her and blowed at his food so it would cool down

Mizu began eating hers at some minutes and so did Ringo, Mizu had to chuckle a bit when she saw how hungry Ringo was. When they were both done she gave the bowls back and walked up to a small hotel

"how much for a night for 2?" She said to the owner. "60000 yen" He said, Mizu looked in her coat for some money and gave it to him. The owner showed them their room and then closed the door behind them when they were inside

"go to sleep, its getting late already" Mizu said while taking of her hat and her sword, while getting under the covers

"what are you going to do with me?" Ringo said while also getting under the covers. Mizu ruffled through his hair and smirked "i guess you will be staying with me, only if you don't get in the way" she said and Ringo nodded while he dozed of the sleep

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@carrot-love-to-be-indecisive requested this ff of Mizu and Ringo! Here you have it love, sorry that it wasn't sooner! but i hope you enjoy it!

also if anyone would also love and ff of Mizu then please requests some to me bc i would love to make them!

[brn1029]

On this date in music history, at least most of the music that we are familiar with….

July 18th

2008 - The Rolling Stones

Rolling Stone guitarist Ronnie Wood was ‘seeking help’ with his battle with alcohol in a rehabilitation centre. The move followed tabloid speculation over the state of his 23-year marriage to former model Jo Wood. ‘Following Ronnie's continued battle with alcohol he has entered a period of rehab,’ his spokeswoman said.

2001 - Kiss

Kiss added another product to their ever-growing merchandising universe: the "Kiss Kasket." The coffin featured the faces of the four founding members of the band, the Kiss logo and the words "Kiss Forever." Pantera guitarist Dimebag Darrell was buried in one after he was shot and killed on-stage in Dec 2004.

1980 - Billy Joel

Billy Joel held the top position of both the US albums and singles charts. His album Glass Houses contained his first and biggest No.1 hit, 'It's Still Rock 'n' Roll to Me.'

1978 - Def Leppard

Def Leppard made their live debut at Westfield School, Sheffield, England in front of 150 students.

1974 - John Lennon

The US Justice Department ordered John Lennon out of the country by September 10th. The Immigration and Naturalization Service denied him an extension of his non-immigrant visa because of his guilty plea in England to a 1968 marijuana possession charge. The US Court of Appeal would overturn the deportation order in 1975 and Lennon was granted permanent resident status the following year.

1970 - Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd, Roy Harper, Kevin Ayers, and the Edgar Broughton Band, all appeared at a free concert held in Hyde Park, London, England.

1969 - The Beatles

During sessions at Abbey Road studios, London, Ringo Starr recorded his vocal to 'Octopus's Garden', for the Abbey Road album. Starr had written the song when he 'quit' The Beatles the previous year and was staying on actorPeter Seller’s yacht in the Mediterranean.

1966 - Bobby Fuller

Bobby Fuller leader of The Bobby Fuller Four was found dead in his car in Los Angeles aged 23. Fuller died mysteriously from gasoline asphyxiation, while parked outside his apartment. Police labelled it a suicide, but the possibility of foul play has always been mentioned. Had the 1966 US No.9 single 'I Fought The Law' written by Sonny Curtis of Buddy Holly's Crickets and covered by The Clash.

1964 - The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones appeared on the US chart for the first time when their cover of Buddy Holly's 'Not Fade Away' peaked at No.48.

1964 - The Four Seasons

The Four Seasons started a two week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Rag Doll', the group's fourth No.1 and a No.2 hit on the UK chart. Co-writer Bob Gaudio said that he got the inspiration for the song from a young girl in tattered clothes that cleaned his car windows at a stop light.

1960 - Brenda Lee

Brenda Lee went to No.1 on the US singles chart with 'I'm Sorry' it made No.12 in the UK. Seeking publicity the 4' 11 tall singer was once billed as a 32-year- old midget and had the nickname Little Miss Dynamite.

[beatlevmania]

This is the most cursed photo I’ve ever seen in my whole life

Brb gotta wash my eyes out

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

(Alright let's go. I made a story you can ask me an opinion after this and sorry if it's to long for ya but if you like to see this go ahead and read it. Hope you enjoy it.)

Eddsworld: "The giant island jungle escape"

It was 12:00 am, tom was asleep with his guitar, susan, edd was sleeping with his cat, ringo at the couch, and Matt was sleeping in bed with his picture of himself.

Suddenly two guards patryk and paul grabbed tom, put him in the car and took him into the lab. Tom woke up and realized that he was trapped in the lab, tangled in ropes, as the door opens, he saw two lab scientists and his old nemesis, tord...

Tom gets angry to see him again. Tord smirks. "Hello my old friend...." Tom and tord looked each other eye to eye. "What do you want tord?.." Tom grumbled, looking away from Tord. Tord didn't answer but walked away without a word.

The two lab scientists walked towards tom and drugged him. And suddenly tom starting to grow. Tom grew so big that tom's foot kicked the scientists back into the door. Poor tom can't handle the pain as he starts to tear up like he was crying a bit and his clothes kinda ripped off like he was turning into a real giant.

A roof broke and after a few minutes everything was destroyed, but tom was huge like a human is 10x smaller than tom's finger.

Tom's pov:

Why do i feel pain? What's happening to me? Why am i so big?... I have so many questions... I tried to wake myself up but then my clothes kinda ripped off like i'm wearing old ripped clothes or something... And i feel like i'm brainwashed and i can't get up. But all the sudden i felt a big cage above me and Tord's army drove me into a lost island where giant monsters belong and never escape... I hope my friends will find me....

Edd's pov:

It's been a few days and we still can't find tom. "Where can he be? It's not like his drunk again.." Then i heard a knock at the door. I went to the door and open it, there's a letter. It said "if you're looking for tom he's at the lost island jungle." I was shocked when it said he's at the lost island jungle. How did he get there without telling us... Unless... Someone kidnapped our buddy tom! I yelled to call matt and explained what happen. Soon after a few hours we went into a plane and we made it. The lost island jungle looked like a skull, that must be it...

3rd pov:

Edd and matt jumped off the plane with parachutes and they open there chutes they land in the middle of the island jungle. Edd and matt was looking around and saw multiple of giant monsters but saw a enormous footprints of tom's shoes. "Let's find out if that thing took tom" edd added. Matt was scared but nodded "are you sure about this edd what if the monster wants to kill or eat us?" Matt question. Edd nodded and grabbed his hand.

Matt's pov:

I'm not sure if that's a good idea to follow the unknown tracks. The trail ended and we went inside i'm still scared about this "monster" situation than i gasp and saw a mirror! I picked it up and shoved it in my pocket until i saw a huge hand and it sound asleep and it's.. Crying? I came closer and when i get closer i saw... No way... Tom?!

Tom's pov:

"Who am i kidding... They're not gonna find me.." I sat down and started to cry.. I felt like i'm a complete monster now.. I suddenly felt very sleepy and started to sleep while my tears are still turned on. Until i feel something near at my hand. it was matt? If matt is here and so is edd. I tried to touch matt and see if he's real. But he's scared of me.. Oh right.. i'm a monster.. But suddenly i felt something else.. Like i'm hungry.. Super hungry.. I can't control myself.. Maybe i can- no they're my friends. But then the brainwash took over and want me to eat my friends. I growled and gave him a hungry look at matt. I licked my lips and attempted to grab matt but he dodge my grab and ran away as fast as he could. i got up and chase after him. I hope he's ok and didn't get caught by me..

Edd's pov:

"I lost matt. Great.... Now i have to find him and tom.." I said mumbling. Just then i heard Matt running away screaming i asked him what's wrong then i heard and feel the ground shake. Is it a monster? No.. It was.. Tom?! How did he became a giant?! I tried to tell him what happen but he just stared at me with his hungry eyes. Is he gonna eat me and matt?! Oh no! I ran away with matt but tom roared in anger and started chasing after us he was very hungry. Then we hide in the bush and keep it quiet.

Tom pov:

Ugh. Where are they?! I'm very hungry.. I looked in the trees and bushes to find them but no luck.. But then i heard a sneeze from matt i pretend that it's nothing but then i snatch them out of the bush. Wow they looked so tiny compare to my size. Eh whatever i'm starving anyways.. I opened my mouth ready to eat them and slowly puting them in. I can feel them squirming and trying to escape but my fingers can't be easy for them to escape.

Matt's pov:

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no! T this can't be happening! We can't die like this! I'm even to beautiful to die! All i got was this mirror and i looked handsome with it and then edd got an idea and snatch the mirror. What is he planing?

3nd pov:

Edd pulled up the mirror at tom hoping it'll work. Tom paused and looked at the mirror at himself he realized what he was doing and put them on his palm " sorry guys. I shouldn't have trying to eat you guys." Tom sighed. Edd pat his palm "it's ok tom so uh how did you get here in a first place?" Edd question

Tom's pov:

I sighed and put them on my shoulder i told them what happened while walking. Edd was hugging my cheek and i smiled edd told me that i can swim back but i think i can try so then i try it out and walked in water. Which is kinda cool. But then a few minutes i came back to the city and edd and matt are asleep but i need to do something first.. Payback for tord... I walked into his base and smirk can't wait to see Tord's face to see me again.

Tord's pov:

It was quiet in my base.. At least i got rid of my old friends.. Until a ground shake is coming towards at the base. I check it out what's going on but then i saw two huge shoes. I slowly looking up and i saw tom came back? But why is his smirking?

Tom's pov:

"Hey there Tord.. Nice to see ya again after a few days" i growled. I grabbed Tord with my two tips of my fingers and started at him with my black nonexistent eyes. Tord looked scared and squirmed to escape. I roared at him " HOW CAN I GO BACK TO NORMAL?!..." Tord was even more scared. Ya know it's kinda fun to be a giant anyway.. Tord said that there's no antidote but i can size shift into my normal size. That's kinda a good news but that didn't stop me from giving him a punishment. Ik i still haven't ate. So I tossed him up and catch him in my mouth. I swallowed him and sigh. Hey he didn't taste that bad.. But then again. I can shrink back to normal size but.. I want to stay like this besides edd and Matt are asleep after that chase..

3rd pov:

During a few years Tom enjoyed his new ability and getting use to it and as for Tord. He's still inside of tom's stomach like it was prison.. But with stomach walls and stomach acid (Don't worry it won't kill him. Yet.) When it's night time Tom fell asleep and edd and matt lays down with tom as an giant bed everyone was sleep peacefully and safe and sound.

The end.

(Wow that was long as ever! A new record too! Anyways tell me an opinion about this story. Is it sad, is it interesting, it was too long, just want to know. Want a question about this? Go ahead)

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AGHH SUSAN IS!! EVERYTHING TO ME!! she’s so cute oh my gODWMSMS. i am begging u to talk abt her and her future life and all that jazz. ALSO ALSO YOU AND TOM IN THE FUTURE!! JUST!! AGAHHSMS

man developing a fankid for tord and i! my s/is name is october so i initially wanted a month name but decided to choose a norwegian name since i think i’d leave it to him sobs. i am deep in denial but at the same time my only thought today was sitting on his lap while he works on something while i nap and NSNKHEKISSESMYHEADEVERYSOOFTEN

once again, blaming u for my tord brainroot 🙄 can’t believe you would do this to anyone /j. literally abt to help with graduation tomorrow and i just know i’m only going to be thinking “tord,,kissing,,,me..” on repeat

- 💤

GOGKYLDHJSDJSD SIM SO HAPPY THANK YOU!!!! I actually had a hard time designing her because I wanted her to look good sO ASHDJAEHAJD TYSMMM I kept debating whether to give her the "eyes" or not, how her pointed hair should look, etc etc so 🥺🥺🥺 AND RIGHT??? TOMJESSE SO 😩😩 IN THE FUTURE 🙈🙈🙈🙈

i feel like I need to sadly emphasize this, susan is literally as they call, a fankid. she's not actually canonical in the future au (i was too scared to say this but that au gets. pretty angsty BYE I can't drag her in i can't), I simply couldn't pass to embrace the domestic au that they could have since they're married and all that 🥺 BUT DON'T FEEL TOO BAD BECAUSE I'm so ready to throw cute shit at all of you when I can EHEHEHEH

BUT!!! what I can offer to tell is that, susan is actually very hyper, energetic and easily excited! when she first made her appearance to tom's friends, they certainly had a mix of emotions. edd was so happy, because he instantly knew he's going to be a great uncle!! he's gonna draw for her a lot of stuff <3 and ringo's other playmate <33 matt was a little uhh,,,, maybe a little startled at her eyes (don't tell me he's not at least terrified i know he should be) but after seeing a little more of her, he loves to dress her up and look super cute!! t.ord, however, is the literal embodiment of this meme

I once imagined him willing to wear a baby carrier strap while holding his guns, he calls this babysitting BAHAHAHAHDHHAHDHA

this was so unexpected for tom, trust me. he kinda likes this new side of him and definitely respects him a little more if not entirely hehe, that's all I can offer today c:

one of my favorite month names is august!! I think that would've been a cool name!! but ofc I'd love to hear more foreign names because it's just as awesome!! AND HOHOHOHOHHEHEH HE DOESNT WANNA MOVE TOO MUCH because omfg why r u so cute when u mimimimi snore snore zzzz so he just kissy EHEHHEHE he pushes hair away to see ur sleeby face..... aw 🥺

AND AYOOOOOO OMFG YOU'RE GRADUATING TOO?!?!?? SAME SAME SAME JUST GIVE MINE A FEW WEEKS BUT CHEERS BUDDY!!!! after you throw your hat, go run to to.rd because he's waiting to hug and congratulate you!!!! :D!!!! ALSO NO IM STILL NOT SORRY FOR SPILLING E.DDSWORL.D ONTO MY SELFSHIPPING MUTUALS U ALL ARE COMING WITH ME

[mysweetgeo]

I Need You (Part 11)

Summary: Sequel Series to the Do You Want to Know a Secret ? Series. Reader accepts a job as a photographer for a band as they begin a tour mid-1966, what happens when she finds out that she knows them ?

After the last concert in Germany, specifically Hamburg, the six of you headed back to the hotel, and while Brian wanted to stay in, the five of you that remained decided to head out to the pubs to celebrate a successful concert.

You all were squished into a booth, and you were sat between George and John, and John had his arm slung around your shoulders as the two of you were gulping down pint after pint.

You were drunkenly singing a Buddy Holly tune as you swayed back and forth in the booth knocking shoulders with both George and John.

George had noticed that you and John both weren’t slowing down with the drinks so he decided he’d better, to make sure you didn’t get hurt.

You linked arms with John and gasped, a brilliant idea coming to your mind, “John! Can we have a sleepover?!” You asked, nearly shrieking.

John grinned, “Yeah! A sleepover!” He agreed enthusiastically.

George bit his lip to bite back the bitter comment that was sure to come out if he opened his mouth.

“And Geo can come too!” You said, whipping around to wrap your arms around George’s neck.

“Sure, darling,” George drawled, never having been able to say no to you.

“Yay!” You said with a giggle, holding onto George and pulling yourself so you were straddling his lap while giving him a tight hug.

George held your waist for support, obviously not complaining about you being in his lap.

Paul whined from across the booth, “What about me? Can I come?” He looked at you, begging with large puppy dog eyes.

“No!” John shrieked, suddenly speaking up.

Paul visibly pouted and whimpered, obviously upset.

You pouted your lip when you saw Paul so upset, “Of course you can Paulie,” you said with a gentle smile, moving out of George’s lap to lean across the table and hold his hand. “And you too, Ringo,” you said, reaching out for his hand as well.

While you held the other lads hands, George was holding onto your waist, not only to steady you but also just to have you in his close proximity.

Paul’s face split in a grin and he leaned across the table to plant a kiss on your lips, which you instantly recoiled from, retreating back into George’s arms.

John and Ringo watched the scene unfold, seeing how George’s arms tightened around you as you placed your hands on top of his on your stomach.

“Don’t ever do that again, Macca,” George threatened, his eyes turning black in anger.

“‘m sorry, love, I didn’t mean anything by it—“ Paul tried to explain but no one was having any of it.

Your eyes were still wide in shock as your grip on George tightened, needing to feel some source of comfort.

Sensing that this scenario wasn’t going to dissolve itself, Ringo spoke up, “I think maybe Paul and I should go back to the hotel, ‘m sure he didn’t mean any harm,” he spoke, standing from the booth and letting Paul climb out after him.

“I’m very sorry, (Y/N),” Paul whispered as he and Ringo walked away, in a voice that was barely audible.

You just nodded, not trusting your words as you watched the pair of them walk away.

“Well that sure was a mood-killer, eh?” John said with a huff, taking a large gulp from his pint, as he slid Paul’s half empty glass towards himself.

You nodded as you took a large drink from your glass, downing the remaining contents in one gulp.

George held you close to his chest, seeing as you were still somewhat startled by Paul’s actions.

You turned your head to look at George, your hand reaching up to caress his jaw, “Georgie? Can you get me another pint?” You asked in a sweet voice, which nearly caused George to burst out laughing, your romantic gesture greatly contrasting the words that came from your lips.

“Of course, darling,” he answered, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “but I have to get up in order to do that.”

You whined contorting your body so that your top half was pressed against his chest, “No,” you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his neck as faux tears appeared in the corners of your eyes, “don’t leave me.”

“Let the lad get us a pint,” John complained from beside you, “he’ll only be gone a minute anyhow.”

You frowned at his bluntness, though you slid yourself out of George’s lap and released him from your clutches, “Okay,” you said in a very sad voice.

George’s heart ached to see you like this, even if it was something as silly as this, “I’ll be right back, princess,” he whispered, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek just before he walked away.

When George returned, he found that you were sitting across from John where Paul and Ringo had been not long ago. You had told him you moved because he was ‘annoying you’ and because he ‘smelt bad’.

George set two pints on the table, one for you and one for John, before settling into the seat beside you.

“We’re still having a sleepover, yeah?” John asked, swirling his drink around in his glass.

“Well, duh,” you deadpanned, “what else do bestfriends do.”

“Well, you and George are ‘bestfriends’ and I’m sure that you two have done the deed. So if you’re interested—“ John began but was cut off by George.

“Not gonna happen, lad,” he said in a threatening tone.

You giggled at the exchange, leaning against George’s shoulder, “We haven’t done anything, Johnny,” you said.

“Obviously, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife,” John muttered, though both of you could hear it.

You blushed and looked down, smiling softly as you felt George’s arm wrap around your shoulders.

“You two make me sick,” John said, complimented by a fake gag.

“Oh shush,” you said, grabbing your pint and taking a large gulp from it. “After I finish this, let’s go back to the hotel.”

The boys nodded in agreement, and sat in silence as you and John finished your drinks.

+

You and John had your arms intertwined as you walked the streets back to the hotel, George following closely behind.

The two of you were drunkenly singing ‘That’ll Be The Day’ as you stumbled towards your room.

“All your hugs ‘n kisses,” you slurred, gripping onto John for dear life as George ushered you both into the lift.

“And your money too!” John chirped, hiccuping as he did.

“Well,” you drawled, “y’know you love me baby.”

John sputtered out a slew of words that didn’t hardly resemble the lyrics, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles, gripping onto George’s arm to steady yourself.

The two of you continued the song, skipping into the chorus as you sang in an ear piercing unison.

You got off the lift at your floor, pulling the two boys to your door as you suddenly remembered that you didn’t know where your key was.

“I’ve got it, love,” George murmured, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your back as he slipped the key into the lock and opened the door for you.

“Oh! My hero!” You cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his cheek.

John let out a groan as he plopped himself on the bed, “You two best not fuck each other while I’m in the bed,” he said, being as blunt as humanly possible.

You rolled your eyes and detached yourself from George as you ran and launched yourself onto the bed, narrowly missing John’s body as you landed.

“Sometimes, I wish I could zip your mouth shut,” you said as you rolled over onto your back and scooted towards him.

John gasped, feigning hurt, “That is so mean! Take that back right this instant!” He shrieked.

“Never,” you said as you sleepily curled into his side, “Where’s my Georgie?” You asked, popping an eye open to look for him.

“Right here, love,” George answered, climbing into bed beside you.

You grinned and turned your body around to wrap your arms around his small frame, “Mm, I love this,” you said with a sigh of pure comfort.

George grinned and held you close to him, running his had up and down your back.

John whined, obviously jealous of the contact you and George were sharing, and crawled on top of you and George, wrapping his arm around you both and nesting his head against George’s shoulder.

George grunted at the sudden added weight, but didn’t voice any complaints as the three of you laid in silence.

You looked up at George with a drunken smile, “Hi,” you whispered.

He couldn’t help but grin at your expression, “Hi,” he replied quietly, as to not wake the beast that was now snoring and drooling on George’s shoulder.

Your breaths mixed with your close proximity, and you could only get closer to each other.

Soon your noses were pressed against one another as the two of you giggled.

Everything was funny to you in your drunken state.

Until it wasn’t.

Tears began pouring down your face and George’s smile and laughter were soon wiped away with a look of concern and worry.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“It’s my fault,” you sobbed, leaning into George’s touch.

“What’re ye talking about?” He asked again, moving so that John naturally fell off of him and behind him on the bed.

“If I’d have just come to London with you, we would be together,” you cried, tears falling in large streams down your cheeks.

“Oh, love,” George sighed, pulling you to his chest. “My dear, sweet girl,” he whispered, “none of this is your fault, we were so young, and we weren’t ready for each other.”

You continued to cry into George’s chest, “I—I just love you s—so much, Geo,” you managed through body-rattling sobs.

“I love you too, so so much,” he murmured as he ran a hand over your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Forever and ever, my darling.”

You fell asleep with your bodies intertwined, leaving no space between the two of you, and John tucked under the blankets behind George’s back.

[beatlesdumpsterfire]

prompt -> everyone cowers in front of ringo's supreme power

There’s a reason why Ringo never played drum solos. If you thought it was because he simply didn’t like them, then I’m sorry, but you got fooled by a famous Beatles lie. No, Ringo didn’t play drum solos because he had stage fright, or he thought that they were too ostentatious - he refused to play them because he knew it would give him too much power. So much power, in fact, that he could cause the end of the world.

Sounds dramatic, I know, but don’t believe me? Back in the Hamburg days, after being heckled by a rambunctious crowd for over 2 hours straight to play something that could put Buddy Rich to shame, Ringo finally cracked. He ran 64th notes down his drum kit in such a rapid succession that he started to glow bright orange, as if he were on fire. Rory and the rest of the band didn’t know what to do with their glowing orb of a drummer, but they didn’t have much time to fret on it anyways because the walls of the Kaiserkeller started to rattle and crack, which made the German audience, still recovering from WW2, duck for cover with a collective yelp.

“Ringo!” Rory tried to yell over the ear-splitting noise that was coming from Ringo as his orange glow got progressively brighter. Ringo couldn’t hear him because he was in the zone. The Auto Zone. “Quit it!!”

Ringo moved from his 64th notes to smacking away at his cymbals like he was releasing the rage of a thousand years. The middle of the dance floor started to cave in, swallowing those who couldn’t move away fast enough. If you listened closely, you could hear a deep, Liverpudlian laugh coming from the pit. The only reason Ringo didn’t cause the end of the world on this occasion was because, as he was about to start balancing his twirling drumsticks on his nose, his allergies (the thing that humbles us all) got the better of him, causing him to let out a loud sneeze that rocketed him away from his set. With his senses knocked back into him, Ringo gaped at the chaos in front of him and turned to Rory, who was gaping back at him with a look on his face that could only mean Ringo was out of the band.

This is the history of The Beatles that you don’t know about. Ringo was a freelancer for a brief moment in Hamburg before John, Paul, and George found him. There had been a rumor circulating that there was something wrong with Ringo, but when the three lads saw him standing outside of a club one cold evening, lighting a cigarette in his own solitude, they just assumed that everyone else was being mean and hinting at how big his nose was.

And just like that, Pete was out and Ringo was in, because John, Paul, and George had heard that Ringo could really bring the house down. Ringo had tried to warn his new band members on multiple occasions that he suspected there was something wrong with him, but all of them insisted that he was fine and that his nose really wasn’t that big, so he had nothing to worry about. Ringo wasn’t so sure about that but, following the Incident, he had braved the drums once again and managed to keep a steady beat without causing Armageddon. Needless to say, that didn’t mean he was any less nervous about playing. Luckily, he insisted enough times that he would never do a drum solo, and John, Paul, and George listened, though they did think he was a little bit looney.

And things were alright like this for a while, through the ups and downs of their career, playing across the globe to thousands of screaming fans. Ringo never once let his guard down: there were no solos coming from him, no matter how many people wanted it.

That fateful night in Hamburg felt like another life, so much so that Ringo nearly forgot about the unusual power he contained. It wasn’t until he was pushed to the edge that he remembered he held the fate of the world in the palm of his hand, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

The year was 1969, the holiest year of them all, and Ringo was about ready to thrust his head through some drywall, he was so fed up with his bandmates. The incessant bickering over which songs made the cut on the album and which didn’t were really starting to drive him up the wall. Maxwell’s Silver Hammer was just the icing on the cake.

“We need another take on that one,” Paul announced to the band with an air of authority that Ringo wished he could strangle. They had just finished playing through their forty-seventh take and, although Paul was acting like it wasn’t his fault, it was absolutely his fault that they had to play the damn song again. For someone who acted like he was the leader of the band, Paul sure was having trouble remembering his baloney lyrics.

Without a word, John let his guitar slip out of his hands so it clunked to the ground in an amplified drop, its buzzing filling the room. John left them like that, stomping to the door and letting himself out, back to sanity. George gazed longingly at the door like he wanted to follow behind John, but he knew too well that Paul wasn’t going to let that happen. Completely unbothered by John, Paul turned to face the engineers in the sound booth and motioned in a grand gesture for them to start a new tape.

George looked across at Ringo and Ringo stared blankly back at him. He was really trying to repress everything he was feeling.

“Take 48,” George Martin nervously announced into their headphones, like he knew he was stoking a fire.

“Ringo, I’m gonna need some more umph on that drum part,” Paul turned back to Ringo with a smug look stretched across his face. “If you can handle it.”

That was it. That was freaking it. That was the line. The line’s way back there. Paul crossed that line. He crossed that line so hard it’s not even funny.

Ringo stood from his kit but, unlike John, he didn’t book it for the door. Instead, he rushed around the room, gathering every single percussion instrument he could find.

“I’ll give you umph,” he growled at Paul. In return, Paul smiled back at him because that was exactly what he wanted. In between them, George grabbed at his head. His two mates were really making him question why they were his mates in the first place.

“Take 48!” Paul called up to George Martin, spinning his finger around to motion that they start the tape. Then, he turned back to Ringo, who was staring at him with so much intensity it was a miracle Paul wasn’t sent flying backwards.

“One, two, one two three...”

Paul started to play the opening chords on his dinky little piano but Ringo wasn’t having any of that, oh no. He pounded into his snare drum so hard one of the drumsticks broke through the skin. Instead of pulling it out, Ringo left it there and grabbed a tambourine, which he proceeded to bang against his hi-hat. Paul wasn’t sure what Ringo was doing, but they had experimented enough in the past that he let it slide. George, on the other hand, was silently whispering prayers to himself as he stared at Ringo's glowing figure in horror. Ringo knew exactly what he was doing; if he did a drum solo, he could wreck their studio enough that he wouldn’t have to listen to Maxwell’s frickin Silver Hammer again. The trouble was, Ringo didn’t know when the right time was to stop.

By the time he started using two maracas as drumsticks on a timpani, Ringo began to slowly levitate. George’s whispered prayers were becoming louder from his panic. Up in the booth, it looked like the two remaining Beatles were performing an exorcism on Ringo.

“What the-” George Martin muttered. The boys must have stumbled across some new kind of street drug that really messed you up.

“Maxwell Anderson, majoring in medicine,” Paul cheerfully sang from his piano, his back turned to Ringo. Ringo started to shake in place, now suspended 5 feet above the ground, clicking castanets angrily while glaring down at Paul. George gaped as Ringo's color switched to a fiery, Kool Aid Man-red. It was bad. Paul continued to unknowingly play, but his left hand took a break to wipe some sweat from his brow. Someone must have turned up the heat, he mused to himself.

But no, it was Ringo, on the brink of causing a thermonuclear explosion. George was initially concerned for Ringo’s safety but, after seeing actual waves of heat emitted from his beige suit, George decided that his pal wasn’t worth it. He’d had some great memories with Ringo, but he could remember those later in therapy. For the meantime, he was getting the hell out of dodge, to wherever John had escaped to.

The problem was, Ringo’s power was sucking George so dry that he hardly had any energy left in him to move. It was like the goddamn relativity cadenza all over again. The more Ringo banged out the drum solo of the millenium, the more powerful he became. No one could stop him, he was a god. Ringo, god of the bongos. The most feared of them all.

Something caused Paul to finally turn around (probably Mal missing his cue to play the anvil because he was too distracted by whatever the hell Ringo was up to) and, when he did, his jaw dropped.

“Wot the fuck Ringo?” he shouted. They hadn’t agreed that Ringo could become a celestial being during their recording session. At that moment, John barged back in through the door, ready to give his half-hearted apology to Paul. That was quickly thrown in the trash when John looked up at their drummer, who now resembled a ball of fire, like the sun or something. (Even though it seems appropriate, no, unfortunately George didn’t write Here Comes the Sun about this event - that song had already been recorded at this point). John, as terrified as he was, couldn’t help but let out a loud cackle at the spectacle that was playing out in front of him. He knew that their session for Maxwell’s Silver Hammer had been bad, but he didn’t realize it was this bad, so much so that their drummer was spontaneously combusting.

“Silence, mortal!” Ringo boomed down at John, not even missing a beat on his woodblock solo.

That got John to shut up pretty fast.

“No one dares laugh at the almighty and powerful Ringo!” Ringo continued, his words practically searing through everyone’s skulls. “I can end you with the crash of a cymbal, I can tear this planet apart, piece by piece with only the sheer power of my mind!”

“Good for you, Ringo,” Paul stammered out as he tried to hide behind his piano. Paul was smart to pick up on the fact that, out of all of them, Ringo probably had the biggest score to settle with him. He really sincerely hoped that his charm would be enough to keep Ringo from smiting him but, just to be extra safe, he threw one of his famous winks Ringo’s way. Ringo, in turn, glared at Paul and pulled out a triangle.

“With a single ding on this triangle,” Ringo bellowed out, so loudly that everyone in England could hear him, “our planet will cease to exist.” He floated closer to Paul and Paul in return tried to back up, though he quickly found himself pushed against the wall. “Is that enough umph for you, Paul?” Ringo sneered back at him. Paul tried to respond that Ringo really didn’t have to do that and, actually take 14 had come out pretty good, but he found all of his words trapped in his throat. Ringo’s power was too overwhelming. Ringo seemed satisfied that he had terrified Paul so much that he finally shut his yap and, to really gloat in his glory, his hand slowly crept towards the triangle.

The closer Ringo got to hitting that triangle, the bigger he got. The image was straight out of Alice in Wonderland - in a matter of seconds, Ringo had grown too big to fit in their studio. That didn’t matter much, as the heat coming off of him helped sear away the wooden ceiling so it came crashing around him.

He’s really getting a big head, John mused to himself, though he didn’t dare make his observation out loud, which was a good decision because he would have been a goner otherwise. At this point, Ringo’s feet stretched the entire length of the studio (or, what remained of it) and his head was well above the skyline of London, where everyone could see him and scream with horror before going, “Wait, is that Ringo Starr from the Beatles?”

Ringo was only inches away from the triangle now and London had never been hotter. The ocean was starting to dry up on the coast, fields were bursting in flames at random, and children started asking their parents why they didn’t have more fans in their houses. Alongside the heat, the ground started to quiver before shaking, rattling, and rolling. Cars rocked in the street, smashing into each other, and trees and buildings started to tilt sideways, like wannabe Leaning Towers of Pisa. People were starting to panic, because nothing this exciting had ever happened in England before.

“Ringo!” George tried to call up to his mate, though he knew it was no use, considering how high up Ringo was. “Please, stop it!” John and Paul heard George’s desperate pleas over the commotion and joined in, falling to their knees and clasping their hands together, begging with all the energy they had left.

“We’ll let you have more songs on our album!” John tried.

“I’ll bring you more flowers,” George tried.

“We’ll stop recording Maxwell’s Silver Hammer for once and for all!” Paul tried without really thinking.

Ringo was a millimeter away from making contact with the triangle. But then, he stopped. And, faster than you could say “Maxwell Anderson,” the shaking and heat stopped. Ringo had almost instantly shrunk himself back down to his normal size and was no longer glowing a searing red. He calmly set the triangle down on the stool next to his kit and turned around to look at Paul, John, and George.

“Good,” was all he had to say. And, with that, he turned on his heel and strutted out of the practically demolished studio, whistling a happy tune to himself. Left behind, Paul, John, and George all tried to compose themselves.

“A new rule for the band,” Paul started slowly, “let’s not mess with Ringo.”

“Agreed,” John was quick to respond.

“Agreed,” George repeated.

[drea-46]

24.3.22

Part 3

Cecilia: If I were you, I’d just apologize to him

Ringo: Did anyone ask for your opinion?

Cecilia: Don’t get all bitchy again, it was just a simple advice. Everyone has a shitty day sometimes, surely Mr Super Architect can understand that

Ringo: No, he can’t. And he can afford to act that way. Because there is thousand of other companies queueing to work with him. What am I supposed to tell him? Dominic, sorry, I had a very bad day. Ghetto fist, no hard feelings, ok?

Cecilia: Well, maybe you would have to phrase it a bit better. Honest and direct, that’s what works best with Adams

Ringo: And you know that because you are best buddies with him all of a sudden?

Cecilia: No. But unlike you, I was allowed to get to know him in person last week. Therefore I think I can make this assessment

Ringo: Then why don’t you fix this for me? That way, you can once again get some karma points for yourself

Cecilia: Jeez, this is not about you or me! It’s about the future of this company, our jobs, everything!

Do you know what I think?

Ringo: I don’t want know

Cecilia: I will tell you anyway. You are just too proud to apologize. But we can’t afford your pride right now! So, get some balls and sort things out! You can do it

Translation @happyladybug93

[themagicalmysticalboy]

lennison fluff however you wanna do it :)

a/n:  i got inspired by a sentence prompt i saw somewhere. If i can find the one i’ll @ the blog.

John swore as he ran up the impossibly long driveway. The dark sky and pouring rain had surely stretched the walk out an extra mile, the ground lights he followed looking few and far between. To add to it all, he was shivering and weighed down by his heavy peace offerings. Fog and rain coated his specs until he was more blind with them than without but he didn’t really have the free hand to do much about it. In lieu of any sort of help, he continued his jog and trusted that following the row of lights would lead to George’s door. It all made him wonder why he was so stupid in the first place. Though, that must mean it was an effective punishment.

With care to not slip on the steps, he finally made it under the safety of the stoops overhang. He was panting, the frigid air seeping into his wet clothes, but he took a moment to collect himself before assaulting the doorbell with his elbow. The ring of it was barely audible from outside, mostly drowned out by the water slamming against the concrete and roof. He bounced from foot to foot as he waited, in a vain attempt to garner some warmth. When no answer came, he elbowed it again, holding down for good measure. 

The click of the bolt in the door gave him hope and he stepped back. He smiled as it was pulled open. There was a dark figure in front of him, backlit by warm lights. Though he couldn’t see a clear shape to save his life, he knew the severely blurred outline was George.

His teeth chattered as he said, “Beautiful night, isn’t it? Not a breeze to be spoken of.”

“Go away.”

“Oh, come on, Georgie. I’ve got pizza.” He held up the box that, unlike him, was protected by a rain jacket. “And beer.”

George only stood there, doing or looking like god knows what. John squinted to try and make any hint of good will out but failed miserably. The smell of weed drifted out the door and John hoped it’d do some good in his favor. It at least meant George would be hungry. A start.

“I’m blind as all can be, son. Can’t tell how cross you are.” George grabbed the beer and slid John’s glasses from his nose. He had the creepy-intense stare going that somehow managed to look angry and emotionless all at once. “So, very cross?”

If he expected a response, he didn’t get one. George turned on his heels and walked inside. John watched from the threshold, feeling uncertain. “You’re not a vampire, are you? Get in here and shut the door.”

“Well, I’d hope not.” He sauntered in with a new bout of confidence. “Got garlic sauce for the pizza.” He hung up his jacket and slipped off his shoes before venturing into the living room where George sat. A bag of weed was casually on display beside a smoldering spliff on the coffee table. “I see you brought the oregano.” 

Indian-style music drifted from the record player as George looked up at him from his spot on the floor. As he took a drag from the spliff, John couldn’t think of a more George moment to ever have happened - save for him wearing his gardening gloves and being coated in dirt. It almost made his cutting glare less scary.

“Did you come ‘round to make jokes and stare?”

Jolting himself out of his daze, he scooted the bag with the edge of the box in order to have it take up space in the center of the cedar table. Still glaring, George took a slice of pizza and pulled a beer from the box. Though there wasn’t a single cue suggesting he had the right, John sat down.

He handed over a bottle opener and made himself as comfortable as possible in his clingy clothes. “Is my charming gusto not enough?” 

George slouched over, rubbing a hand over his face. “Get out.”

“Alright! Okay. No more joking around.” Tentatively, he garnered George’s attention. “I’m really sorry, honestly. I was just upset you’d blown off the meeting.”

George raised a brow and took a sip of beer. “I skip meetings all the time. Never got a slagging off like that for it.”

That had not been the best day for anyone. The memory of it made John cringe. He had really laid into George at the studio. Went all in on the insults with everyone standing around just watching in horror. He hadn’t meant a word of it. And George was right, he really didn’t care if he skipped on the meetings. They were dull and boring and the opposite of everything George liked. So that only left the truth.

“Well... “ it felt more than embarrassing to admit. “I was jealous, I guess.” He averted his eyes, scratching the back of his soaking wet head.

“Jealous of what? Wait!” His voice went up an octave before breaking into a laugh. “No way you’re jealous of Ken.” John didn’t look up. “John! Come off it.” The beer bottle slammed against the table, finally catching John’s attention. George was bent over in a fit of giggles, holding the bottle hard against the table.

Ken Mansfield had become buddies with George very quickly once his office was put in place in Abbey Road, leaving John a bit out of sorts. Maybe more than a bit. But that's beside the point.

 “You’ve been spending all this time with him.” John went on the defense but quickly relented, “I didn’t- It feels stupid now that I’m saying it.”

“Yeah, ‘cause it should. Go get yourself out of those clothes before you drowned the carpet.” He was pointing to the hallway with his slice of pizza, amusement winning over annoyance.

When John returned in one of George’s jumpers, he pulled at the newly adorned sweatpants. “These are mine. When did I leave them?”

George was laid flat on the ground but slowly pulled himself up upon John’s arrival. “I stole them ages ago.” When they were both sitting together, George handed him a newly rolled spliff. “Catch up. I’m one and one and three.” He gestured vaguely to his beer, ashtray, and pizza.

“So we’re good?” John mumbled the question as he lit up and took a drag.

“I don’t think your apology was finished.”

John narrowed his eyes and took another drag. “Fine. I’m sorry for saying you didn’t care about the band.” George looked on expectantly and John rolled his eyes. “And for saying Ringo could do lead guitar better than you.” He rushed through the words and turned to grab a beer. “Wasn’t that one just a given though? Come on.”

“Like pulling teeth for you, isn't it?” Taking up another bottle himself, he leaned back on his elbows, his knees pulled up to create a wall between them. “As I’d like to not be on the subject all night, I’ll exempt the rest of your offenses.”

Slotting George between his legs, he pulled him closer by the tops of his thighs and rested his chin on his knee. “Thank you, my gracious one,” John feigned gratitude, though a lot of it was more genuine than he’d like to admit. 

“If you act up again, though, I might just have to sick Ken on you.” George gave a toothy grin as John pulled a face in response. 

“Fair enough.” John discarded his spliff in favor of pizza. “Been reading a book I think you’d like.”

George let his upper body fully rest on the ground but hummed in interest. “Tell me about it.”

The rest of the night was spent in quiet conversation and periods of blissful silence. Even the buzz of the sitar that John usually didn’t care for all that much sounded sweet when in the company of George.