#Inspired from Eleanor Rigby

[fortunaestalta]

#artists on tumblr #ai artwork #alternative #dark fantasy #“Ah Look at All the Lonely People” #Inspired from Eleanor Rigby

[badlydrawndrawnings]

Jack McCoy Canonically Listens to the Beatles, at least during Season 12

Jack, in his office: hums 'Eleanor Rigby'

Jack, now walking past everyone in the DA office to the elevator: ~Dog in a trenchcoat~

Jack: ~Getting promoted at work but then sheds his disguise~

Jack: ~Canine surprise~

Jack, entering the elevator: Have a good night, everyone.

#law and order #jack mccoy #incorrect quotes #inspired by that one tweet #'to the tune of eleanor rigby' #anyway in s12 ep15 serena digs up info on jack #from this company that help lead to someone's death #serena reveals jack listens to the beatles and fusion jazz and the clash #remembered this today upon reading that tweet and thus this was created

[the-boney-rolls]

The Great Covid Beatles Binge, Day 2: Give My Regards to Broad Street

Hoo boy, here we go!

OK so we open with a stern/bored looking Paul stuck in traffic in the rain and it looks like he's spacing out... hey, Paul, are you starting to daydream? Paul? Is this whole movie about to be a dream, Paul? Oh god

This silly little car! The computer, the carpet, the pool ball gear shift. It's giving the 80's car version of the Beatles house in Help! It's also giving hyper-masculine in a way that is, I'm sorry, not convincing.

This plot is already deeply inscrutable. Something about some missing tapes, a reformed criminal that Paul knows somehow and trusts for some reason, and some ominous business men. Something bad will happen at midnight if the tapes aren't found. OK!

Ringo looks so cool and hot! That vest over that sick as hell dragon shirt. Yes. This scene is genuinely funny, too -- Ringo spends the entirety of "Here, There and Everywhere" and "Yesterday" searching through his mountains of drum equipment looking for brushes, only to find them too late. Apparently, the reason for this scene is that Ringo just didn't want to re-record old Beatles songs!

And now we have Paul, Ringo, George Martin and Geoff Emerick all together in a scene! Makes me think about how George Harrison apparently was a little miffed Paul didn't just call him to ask for filmmaking advice since it was something he had experience with. What could have been!

“Wanderlust” is such a great song, actually, damn.

“I’m not a bad boy, really. I’m just — er, manipulated” John??

Now this is more like it! Surprise Linda in drag, hell yes!

I don't know why this scene is happening? It's a rehearsal for... something? But I'll take it. I love "Ballroom Dancing" and I love vaudeville Paul.

I'm starting to feel like Paul's grandpa in AHDN, "so far, I've been in a train and a room, and a car and a room, and a room and a room." Did Paul's experience on that set define what a movie is to him? "Ah yes, a movie must include lots of transportation from one location to another and then some musical scenes." But dear, it worked because there were jokes! And all four of you to play off each other.

I.......... what

This is Silly Love Songs, of all things!

Again, I don't know why this scene is happening in the context of the movie. Is it another rehearsal for something? A music video? Television special? Who knows, Yoko! But OK here we go, I sure am having fun! Linda is extremely into it. That slap bass kills. There's a Michael Jackson impersonator for some reason? Sure! It makes no sense but I love this man and his bizarre beautiful mind.

So now we're doing band rehearsal in some kind of barn? Or abandoned warehouse? Or something? All of the plot of this movie seems to happen in dialog in cars en route to some ambiguous musical engagement.

“Do you think we can get some heat in here or are we practicing to be Canadians?” God bless you, Ringo.

“Should we try Not Such a Bad Boy” “Do we have to?” “Yeah” Bossy Paul bosses around a Beatle, we love to see it.

Is this song about him or John? 

The French horn player coming in late to record "For No One," inexplicably in a bright red motorcycle helmet, so late that he’s preparing up until right before the solo starts. Reminds me of that story of Ringo recording Hey Jude. But it also feels very symbolic of something. There are so many odd inscrutable details in this movie, it could almost be Lynchian in someone else's hands.

“We’re running, and running out of time too” It feels meaningful but I don't know how.

Hello Mr. Darcy! Wow, can I have an entire movie that’s just this Victorian dream sequence? Can we go back in time and do a Beatles movie period piece, please??

The strings in this which are inspired by but are not quite "Eleanor Rigby" are lovely. Apparently this whole sequence is called "Eleanor's Dream," which implies that Paul is Eleanor. Make of that what you will, I suppose.

I like that Linda is a pants-wearing photographer in this period scene. Linda's gotta Linda.

This strikes me as very Evil Beatles. Again, make of that what you will.

Barbara and Linda are acting the HELL out of this going over the waterfall scene damn.

I don't know, I could screen grab this entire segment, it's amazing, it's insane.

But I can't gloss over Paul being horny for Ghost Horse Girl Linda. Incredible.

"That’s it you’re finished. What are you gonna do now?" Well ok at least this one is pretty obviously a reference to the critical reception of his career after the Beatles and again after John.

"Uncle Jim" Ok so I guess this is supposed to be his dad, but what is the point of this scene? And why the monkey? The further I get into this film the more I feel like I am looking deep into this man's psyche but through the murkiest of windows. I'm here for the weird dream symbolism, Paul, but if you're gonna go that route, again go full Lynch and get even weirder.

Just the straight up original recording of "Band on the Run" feels out of place with all these re-records. I wonder why that choice.

His car license plate is "PM 1" That's right, baby, you're number 1.

Another little cute but inconsequential day dream (presumably within the dream that is this entire movie). He looks like Roy Orbison here.

Oh ok Harry was just locked in a cupboard this whole time. So the whole "plot" was pointless. Cool cool cool.

Paul and Harry being giddy and laughing together is cute though, and it makes me wish that that relationship was fleshed out more. Who are they to each other, exactly??

Yup it was all a dream. Love it, love that for us. Thanks, Paul.

OK so this was definitely barely a movie. There could have been something here, but I'll go back to what I said above -- I wish he'd gone weirder with the whole thing! And I wish Paul himself had been weirder. The character Paul is kind of a dud, just plodding along from place to place and only coming alive when he performs. It's like that Hawaiian shirt is supposed to be a stand in for characterization. But worth it for the music video scenes and for getting a tiny glimpse into Paul's psyche.

#give my regards to broad street #paul mccartney #the beatles #linda mccartney #ringo starr

[starlightandsouls]

Fallen Hearts

Warnings: accusations of treason, torture, death, suicide, betrayal, blood (this is kind of dark so read with caution)

18+ MINORS DON'T INTERACT

A/N: Well I finally got done with this piece. Honestly it just might be my favorite thing that I have ever written, so here it is: my magnum opus. I truly hope anyone reading it feels at least a part of the emotion I tried pouring into this and if you like it please do let me know what you think! This fic soo much effort and emotion from my end so your comments really make it all worth it)

(Inspired by the song Eleanor Rigby- Cody Fry Although I don't believe I could do justice to the song, this fic is not nearly as emotional or dramatic as I wanted it to be. But then again how do you live up to this masterpiece of a song?)

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Azriel had never been one for afternoon picnics or eating apple pie under its own apple tree or relationships at all, come to think of it. But as it turns out, having a mate does change a person. Your personality, your very soul starts shifting; learning, becoming better acclimated to its lost twin. You begin doing things you would never have imagined just to make them happy. And that is how he ended up here; sprawled across a blanket, his back to the vast apple tree with his mate in his arms, munching on her hand made pies. Then again, Azriel would eat anything his mate blessed him with, just because he knew how happy it made her when he complimented her cooking.

The air was not stifling, despite the fact that they were well into the summer months. Summers here weren’t that long. Mostly because of the towering mountains surrounding the city that blessed them with good weather. But the two months that they did have summer were the worst out of the entire year. Velaris was usually boiling this time of year. However it seemed like the Mother had blessed them with good weather this time.

So they were lounging outside their sea side home, basking in the summer sun before it became insufferable. A few months later Azriel would reminisce this exact moment, try to relish in the meagre happiness its fading memory would provide and beat himself up for taking it for granted. But then again it wasn’t his fault. How could they have known they were happy? That this was all the happiness they would get?

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Azriel and Selene had been mated for well over three centuries, the other two you had been the closest of friends. That simple fact always brought her joy; that in their five centuries of life, she had always had Azriel. It was as if you were twin souls, meant to find and love each other.

The love you two shared was known all across Prythian. Everyone knew of the Shadowsinger and his mate, sister to the Heir of Night, closest to the High Lord Rhysand. Just as this fact was second nature to many, everyone knew not to get between the two of them, knowing they would gladly burn the world down, if just to keep the other warm. So deep and unconditional was their love. A force as constant, as eternal as the sun and the moon. Or at least they had thought it to be.

The war with Hybern had been won over half a decade ago and peace had settled. A hard won peace that had cost everyone a little too much. While all the courts were trying to rebuild, themselves and their diplomatic relationships with each other, they had remained blissfully unaware of a new threat lurking in their shadows, bidding its time to show its hand.

Rhysand, however, had begun to feel uneasy. Maybe it was instinct or just the unfamiliarity with peace after so so many years of pain, that something began unsettling him. He tried to hide it, if only for his family’s sake. They had all sacrificed too much for him to bother them with his unreasonable fears. But soon they began to notice his off putting behaviour. Azriel, of course, was first.

The two were playing chess in his office, as they often did. Cassian had gone to Illyria with Nesta to monitor the training camps, to ensure that no female was being mistreated despite the new laws. They had been vigilantly cracking down om anyone who toed the line. Rhysand had sworn to his mother that he would change the centuries old, misogynistic customs of the Illyrians. And now that he had the power to rule without any threats, he would do anything to ensure it.

But it seemed that his silence didn’t go unnoticed by his brother. Perhaps he was taken aback by Rhysand’s unusually quiet manner, given that that was usually Azriel’s job.

“What’s on your mind brother,” Azriel asked nonchalantly without looking up from the chess board, where he was getting closer and closer to besting Rhysand.

Rhysand didn’t reply, simply because he didn’t notice. His thoughts were too consuming, too rampant.

“Rhysand,” Azriel repeated, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Everything’s alright,” Rhysand said. What’s the harm in trying? Azriel quirked an eyebrow, telling that he wasn’t going to fall for this lame response.

Sighing, he replied, knowing he could lie to anyone, put up a facade for anyone. But not Azriel. His brother had always been the one to see through his mask that had fooled countless others so easily.

“Honestly, I don’t know either. And that’s actually exactly the problem. Everything is fine. But for some reason I’ve been feeling so uneasy, like something is going to go wrong.”

Azriel listened carefully without any interruptions. This was one thing he loved about Azriel; he was a great listener. He never judged him or gave him false reassurances, never tried to dismiss his concerns.

“Is something in particular bothering you?” Azriel inquired, seamlessly taking on the role of Spymaster, always ready to fulfil his duty.

“That’s the problem. There is no specific threat or danger that’s worrying me. I just can’t shake this feeling of dread. I swear Azriel this paranoia is going to drive me crazy. Such small things start bothering me these days. Like how Beron was acting in the last meeting. I mean he was an asshole as usual, but nothing other than that,” Rhysand started rambling. All his concerns and worries started bubbling to the surface, knowing Azriel was the one person he could vent to without any repercussions.

“Okay, so Beron’s acting strange. If you want I can go do some recon in Autumn. Figure out if those foxes are upto something,” Azriel offered. Rhysand could see the cogs turning in his head, already planning how he would go about it. Rhysand rushed to refuse before Azriel could formulate a plan.

“No, its fine. There's no point in going to that hellhole and riling up Eris. Plus my sister would skin me alive if I put you in danger without any reason.”

At the mention of Selene, a small smile bloomed on Azriel’s face, and seeing him made Rhysand do so as well. Azriel had gone through so much in his childhood and then when they had grown up as well. No family, no siblings. Sure Rhysand and Cassian were his sworn brothers but it was that feeling of having someone that was yours, truly and only yours, was more blissful than anything. And Azriel had found that in Rhysand’s sister. While it had been a bit off-putting at first, if only because it was his job as a big brother, later he had felt nothing but joy at the thought of the two people he loved most in his life, finding their happiness with each other. And both of them deserved it. After everything, if there was anyone who deserved it, it was Azriel and Selene.

After the game finished, which Azriel so gleefully won, he got up to leave, but not before adding,

“Hey, if you need anything, I’m here. Just say the word.”

Rhysand had only smiled and nodded, knowing his brother would almost put his duty first and foremost, sometimes even before his life. If only he had remembered this simple fact.

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Azriel’s POV...

Leaving Rhysand’s office, Azriel made a beeline towards Selene. His shadows had informed him that she was in the training ring. Of course. Despite there not even being a bare hint of a conflict let alone a war, you and Cassian insisted on training everyone everyday. The two of them claimed that should the need arise, they all needed to be ready. Azriel prayed to the Mother that it never did.

However, it appeared she was alone right now. Perhaps getting in some extra work out. Hypocrite. Sel was were always chastising him for working too hard, always forcing him to take one too many breaks. While she herself often toiled away in the training arena for hours and hours on end. Like he had said: hypocrite.

Walking in, he saw her slashing away at the dummy with her sword. Each strike was precise and lethal, the picture of perfection. For a moment, Azriel simply stood their quietly, waiting a second to take in the sight before him. Even covered in sweat and your leathers, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Night embodied in the form of a heavenly angel, a gift from the Mother to show mere mortals what true beauty looked like. Each day Azriel thanked the Gods for blessing him with this brilliant female for a mate but he knew deep down, even if he were to worship Selene for a thousand years more, it would never be enough to show even a trickle of his devotion. She was his muse, his reason for life, the one who held the keys to his soul and heart.

Despite his chosen silence, Azriel knew she had noticed him. If not because of his shadows, maybe because of the love pouring in openly through the bond. Selene always tried to feign annoyance at his ‘cheesiness’ as she called it, but he knew from the blush that adorned her cheeks and the blinding smile that lit up her face, that deep down Selene adored it. So he kept doing it every single day; reminding her how much she meant to him. He only hoped it was enough.

Finally putting down her sword, Selene turned to him with that smile of hers. She walked right over to him and instantly put her arms around him.

“Well hello there, handsome. How did you find your way to our humble abode,” she mocked as Azriel had honestly been scarce in the training arena these days. He had been occupied with either spying or some other task which, for once, left no time for training. A fact that his mate often loved to tease him about; that if he didn’t start training sooner or later, he was going to become an old crone.

“I was told there was a rather pretty female here who was getting quite lonely. I thought maybe I should go offer her some company?” he joked right back. Only with Selene did he ever leave his guard down like this, only with her did he let this side of him show.

“You’re shameless, you know that?” she said, laughing her melodious laugh that would make the sweetest nightingales shy away.

“You love me anyways,” he whispered back.

“That I do. I love you Azriel, more than anything else in the world. You’re my everything.”

Azriel only leaned forward and kissed her forehead and both of her closed eyes. It was the softer moments like this that brought Azriel the most joy. Not that he wasn’t thankful for each second he got to spend with Selene. But something about when it was just the two of them, surrounded by silence, quietly expressing their love for each other that touched his heart the most. Even when she simply held his hand, he felt powerful enough to conquer the world. That loneliness he had felt ever since he was a child disappeared when he had first befriended her and had not reared its ugly head towards him ever since. Such was her power, and he has been in awe of it for just as long.

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Three months had passed ever since, when it began. Disappearances, murders. People going missing left and right in all seven courts. And these were no ordinary people; nobles, court officials, warriors. Panic had begun to spread. No one had the slightest idea who was doing it or what their intentions could be. As the summer heat reached its peak, stifling everyone’s breaths, so did the uncertainty, the anxiety of the current events.

All seven courts were scrambling to find the reason behind these disappearances, a culprit, a reason. Something that would at least give them a hint as to what to expect, how to prepare. Azriel, himself, hadn’t slept in almost two weeks or if he had, it had been for an hour only at best. He had gone longer without rest, but the stress of everything was starting to get to him. Well that and the fact that he had come up with no answers. He was supposed to be good at this, it was literally his job. His entire family was looking to him for answers, when he had absolutely none to give. And the feeling of letting them down, risking putting them in danger because of his incompetence scared him more than anything.

Selene had been the only one to notice; how he was so tense all the time, how the bags under his eyes had become deeper everyday, how even his beautifully carved face had become gaunt, pale, because she knew he hadn’t been eating properly. She saw it perhaps because she was the only one he let see through his mask. Everyone needed him right now. He couldn’t afford to break down. But around her... he could take a second to breathe, to not put up a facade. She constantly reassured him that he didn’t have to do this alone, that he didn’t have to bear this burden alone. But what could he do? Centuries of experience had ingrained into his very being this sense of duty that he couldn’t shake off no matter what.

However, at the last meeting where Azriel had all but collapsed as he gave Rhysand his report, Selene had finally put her foot down. Despite everyone’s protest she had dragged him home, saying he needed rest, that everyone else could survive without him for a couple of hours. Now Azriel himself had also opposed this decision, albeit half heartedly. Because no matter how much he wanted to work, Azriel knew he had to be honest with himself. With how exhausted he was right now, if he tried to winnow somewhere Azriel knew it would end in a disaster. Selene had quickly shut up everyone’s arguments with a swift reprimanding and has dragged him home.

Which was how they ended up here; in their room, where Azriel sat in an armchair while Selene prepared the bed. In all honesty, Azriel knew he should help but he realised he would probably faint and increase her work even more. So he stayed still. While Selene fluffed up the pillows, Azriel gazed out the window to their garden. Only some time ago, the two of them had been having a picnic under their apple tree, blissfully unaware of what awaited them. The same, luscious tree that had held ripe apples for them just some time ago was now bare. The leaves were sparse, the branches lightning every day. The leaves were turning a pale yellow, losing that healthy green. Perhaps it was a sign of winter. Although it was still far off, the thought still unsettled him for some reason.

“Azriel.”

Selene’s voice calling out to him broke Azriel out of his reverie. Turning to her, he saw she was holding out a hand to him, signalling him to join. Each step felt like he dragging mountains as he walked across the room to her.

As he lay down with her, Azriel suddenly felt a strange sense of peace, of silence, wash over him. Selene began running her fingers through his hair, which really made him melt. Closing his eyes, he took in her scent. It never failed to soothe him, always grounding him.

“You know you can relax right. Not everything is your responsibility. Let others help you out as well,” she whispered into his hair. He knew she purposely kept her voice low for him, knowing when he was this exhausted, this overwhelmed, loudness always made it worse.

“I know but... I just feel so guilty. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. And I am trying, I really am. I just...”

“Shhh. Its okay Azriel. I know how hard you work, how dedicated you are to this court. And so does everyone else. You don’t need to prove it. You’re overworking yourself, my love. And until and unless you get some proper rest, I’m not letting you go out there. Cauldron knows what’s going on. And if you’re putting yourself in harms way, you need to be prepared. I... I can’t lose you, Azriel,” Selene cried out, her fears finally coming out.

“You’re not going to, my love. I promise. I always do don’t I? I’ll always come back to you,” he reassured her.

“You better, you big bat.”

The two of them got around four hours of sleep before someone came knocking on their door. While Selene was grumbling about it not being enough, Azriel knew with the current circumstances even that was a luxury.

It turns out Rhysand needed both of them for different tasks. Azriel was to go to Winter court to check on a lead that Kallias had apparently found. Selene was going to Day, to help out Helion with his forces. Rhysand had commented that he didn’t want to split the two of them up, but right now he needed all the hands he could get.

They had begrudgingly agreed and had left for their respecting missions, not before a hearty goodbye. Not a single soul in Prythian could have predicted what was about to happen as the two lovers went their separate ways. If only they had known this was the last time they would ever see each other again. Maybe they would relished in the moment more, maybe they would have spent more time together. Maybe, maybe, maybe. In the end everyone was left dreaming of how, maybe, they could have stopped what was about to happen.

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Feyre POV...

The last few weeks had been difficult for everyone, but Feyre thought it was even worse for herself and Rhysand. They were supposed to be the leaders of their court, supposed to assure them and provide all the answers, tell them that everything would be okay. But with every disappearance, she felt like she was failing her people. Helpless and aimless, the two of them were struggling to keep the court together, to stop the panic from turning into pure hysteria and chaos.

Right now, she was the only one in Velaris. Everyone else had gone somewhere or the other to try to figure out something about this new threat. Feyre had gone on the last round to Dawn Court whose villages had just been attacked, to see if they could perhaps find some semblance of an idea as to what the hell has been going on. While she had come back empty handed, it was her turn to stay with Nyx as Rhysand left this time.

Feyre was alone in the House of Wind, save for Nyx and Elain. After crying his throat soar, Nyx had finally gone to sleep. Elain had gone to put him to bed while Feyre read some of Azriel’s reports, desperate to find anything they could have missed the first time round.

She had just put the last of the papers down, her eyes heavy from all the reading, when a scream pierced the stagnant silence that had settled over the House. Instantly Feyre was on her feet. Had someone infiltrated the House, despite all the wards around it. She was all alone as well. No matter, Feyre was enough for whatever coward had dared to intrude her home. Nyx... Oh gods Nyx... no no no

Feyre ran through the halls, dread filling her as she prayed to whatever deities that listened, that the intruder was nowhere near her son. If something happened to him, she would raze the whole world down.

She had just turned a corner, when she slammed into Elain, who was clutching a crying Nyx in her arms. Thank the Cauldron. It was only did she realise that Elain was crying too, with a bleeding gash down her face.

“Elain, what happened? Elain, where are they? Elain!” she yelled at him, shaking her shoulders, trying to will her into speaking. But Elain kept on sobbing, shaking her head, she started hyperventilating. Only a second later, Elain’s gaze zeroed in on something behind Feyre’s back, and she screamed.

Pushing Elain and Nyx behind her, she yelled at them to run as she turned to meet the invader head on. Whoever it was, had laid a hand on her sister, and for that they would die a most gruesome death.

A hooded figure stood on the other end of the hallway, knives in both hands. Only, one of them was dripping in blood. Elain’s blood. Blood that could have easily been her son’s. The thought enraged her beyond reason, as she charged at the male.

The male was on her before she could reach him. His knives lashing out, each strike intending to kill. Feyre barely missed some of them. Shit. He was really, really good. All of her hits went amiss. Whether those be from her dagger or her power. The male evaded her in every way.

A kick to the ribs knocked the air from her lungs as Feyre collapsed on the floor. In front of her, the male reached for another weapon. Closing her eyes, she tried reaching Rhysand. She had forgotten where he had gone, but only hoped that he could feel her distress.

Feyre felt her assailant get closer and closer until she opened her eyes. Before she could give in to her fate, the glint of the dagger in his hands caught her eye. It couldn’t be.... Perhaps the blood loss had made her delusional. There was no way what she was seeing could be true. For the dagger in the male's hand, the one against her neck... was Truth Teller.

Summoning what last strength she had left, Feyre pushed herself off the ground and reached up to the man’s head. As she pulled down his hood, a cry of anguish escaped her. At that moment Feyre wished it had been someone else, anyone else. That it was some other pair of eyes sneering back at her, that it wasn’t the friendly hazel one’s she had grown accustomed to. That it wasn’t Azriel glaring down at her.

“Why?” was all she could croak out with his knife pressed against her throat.

Azriel said nothing and only pressed the blade closer, presumably to finish her off. Just as she has resigned her fate, a cry sounded out,

“Feyre!”

Rhysand. He had heard her. He was here. Thank the Cauldron. At the sound of his voice, Azriel got off of her and disappeared into the shadows.

That was how Rhys found her, crumpled on the ground, tears of her own making their way down her face. She understood now why Elain had been crying the way she was. This betrayal was so unfathomable, she couldn’t wrap her head around it despite seeing it with her own two eyes. It just wasn’t possible...

Rhysand skidded to a halt as he crouched down next to her,

“Feyre are you alright? Are you hurt?” and just like Elain, Feyre was now speechless. How could anyone expect her to put to words what she had just witnessed.

“Feyre, what happened? Where’s Nyx?” Rhysand cried out as he shook her again, probably scared out of his mind.

Given the situation, Feyre did what she could do in the moment. She tapped against his mental shields, asking to be let in, then showed Rhysand the memory of just a few moments ago.

The only sign Feyre had to tell her that he had seen it, was Rhysand going wholly still. The colour drained from his face as it became ghost white. He too crumpled on the floor. Eyes empty, staring at the wall before him, not looking at anything in particular. The hurricane of emotions going through him right now was unimaginable to Feyre. Azriel was his brother... to expect this from him....

Rhysand POV..

After the shock had lessened, but still not gone, he had called back everyone in his family. He had then proceeded to show them the same memory Feyre had shown him. Not Selene. His poor, innocent sister. To be subjected to such pain was something he would never wish for his darling sister. He would deal with her later. Right now he needed to deal with a traitor.

The emotions of everyone were varied, as expected. Cassian had protested the most, blowing up within an instant of seeing the memory.

“Rhysand, tell me you’re not falling for this. Tell me you don’t think our brother is a traitor,” Cassian roared at him, questioning him like Rhysand was in the wrong. The audacity of it surprised him.

“Are you suggesting my mate is lying? That your High Lady is lying!” Rhysand yelled right back.

“It could be a mistake. Maybe... she didn’t know what she saw. It...it can be a trap. Maybe someone’s trying to set him up... He would never... Azriel would never do this.”

“For Cauldron’s sake, Cassian! Feyre SAW him! What else do you want? What more proof that you want that that bastard is a traitor! That treacherous son of a bitch laid his filthy hands on my mate. And for that I’ll cut his head off. If any of you try to intervene, you can die right along with him!” Rhysand threatened, ensuring that everyone understood how serious he was being.

He had barely finished his sentence when the door to his office was opened. For the second time that night, Rhysand found himself speechless. For before them, stood none other than Azriel. Relaxed and unabashed. As if he hadn’t committed treason. As if he hadn’t betrayed the only family he had ever known. That pathetic son of a bitch...

Azriel walked in coolly, not showing any signs of the suiting emotions whatsoever. As he felt everyone’s gaze on him, the bastard had the audacity to ask,

“What’s going on here? Is everything alright?”

The one simple statement broke whatever fragment of reverse Rhysand had left. Whatever patience, uncertainty there was left went out the door. Instead it was replaced with white hot rage.

All Rhysand saw was red. His fury gone beyond any bounds, any and all sense of reason gone with it. He wanted Azriel’s blood. And he wanted it now.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he moved across the room and punched Azriel right in the face. And he did it again and again and again until Azriel’s face was nothing but a bloody pulp. Eventually, Azriel pushed him off long enough to ask,

“Rhysand, what... why are you doing this? What are you doing?”

The question was answered only by a kick to the ribs. Azriel groaned and rolled to the side, coughing up blood. The sight brought him more pleasure than it should have. At that moment Rhysand felt like a crazed animal. The sight of spilled blood exciting him to shed even more.

Rhysand hauled up Azriel and slammed him against the wall, he then spat at him,

“You thankless son of a bitch, after everything I’ve done for you! Five hundred years, Azriel! Five centuries together... I thought you were my brother... and you go and stab me in the back?”

Rhysand then showed him Feyre's memory, hoping that maybe it would quell this bastard’s stubbornness. Azriel’s eyes widened as he took it in.

“That’s not me! Rhysand... how can you even think of believing that. I would never... I was in Winter! You sent me to Winter!” Azriel croaked out, still making excuses.

“You lying bastard. But don’t worry. I know just how to make you talk.”

Rhysand then grabbed Azriel by the collar and winnowed to the one place traitors like him deserved to dwell. The Court of Nightmares. It had been Azriel’s area of expertise and now the same place Rhysand would use to break him.

Dragging him to the cells in the bottom most pits of this miserable place, Rhysand threw all concern as to who was watching, or what they might think out the window. The only thing on his mind was vengeance. The pain of this betrayal only fanned the flames even more.

Throwing Azriel in one of the cells, Rhysand himself walked in and locked the door behind him.

“Now, tell me. Who are you working with? And what have you told them?,” Rhysand demanded, perhaps if Azriel was compliant he could be granted an easy death.

“Rhysand, are you out of your fucking mind? Why would I do this? Go ask Kallias if you want. I was with him in Winter,” Azriel exclaimed.

“Who’s to say you didn’t trick him too?”

“Rhysand, please. You have to believe me. I would never do this. Feyre’s my sister. I would never hurt her!”

His mate’s name only enraged Rhysand even more. How dare this son of a bitch do what he had done and then proceed to act innocent? Like he could be forgiven his crime?

Rhysand called on his daemati powers and tore his talons into Azriel’s mind, tearing it apart from within, trying to find some clues as to who he had been conspiring with. Beneath him, Azriel screamed as he felt he his mind being violated, each passing second feeling like knives being repeatedly stabbed in his head. Good. Rhysand wanted him to feel pain, if only an ounce of what his betrayal had made Rhysand go through.

“Rhysand! Please! I didn’t do anything! Please!”

Rhysand withheld his mental attacks, only for a moment. He wanted to give Azriel one last chance to confess, if only for the sake of the five centuries they had spent as brothers. Perhaps it was easy for Azriel to throw them away like they didn’t mean anything, but not for him. He wasn’t shameless enough.

“I’m giving you one more chance Azriel. Tell me who you’re working with. And perhaps I’ll make your passing easier.”

Azriel only sobbed below him, hands in his hair, he only sobbed,

“I didn’t do anything Rhys. Please! Please believe me, you’re all my family... I would never hurt you...”

Rhysand grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the wall repeatedly before letting him crumple to the floor once more.

“Do not speak to me of family. You lost the right to do so when you turned your back on us! I gave you a chance to confess. Now don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. You raised a hand against my mate, your High Lady! If I hadn’t gotten there on time, you were going to kill her weren’t you? You were going to rob me of the most precious thing in my life. Now, it’s your turn.”

Realisation dawned on Azriel’s face as a long, dark blade of pure ebony materialised in Rhysand’s hand. He tried to retreat, to cower back but Azriel’s broken body only allowed so much.

“No no no. Rhysand please! I didn’t do anything! Please! Please don’t do this... think of Selene!”

“Don’t you dare take my sister’s name, you bastard. She didn’t deserve a filthy low life like you for a mate! She loved you with everything she had and this is what you gave her in return... But not anymore. I’m not going to let even your shadows get close to her. You’re going to pay Azriel. For hurting my mate, my sister... you’re going to pay for all of it,” Rhysand threw back at him.

And then...Rhysand raised the sword and brought it down on Azriel’s back, cleaving his wings right off his body. Azriel screamed a scream of pure agony. Blood trickled down his back as the membrane of his wings gave way to the blade.

Rhysand had exacted his revenge in the most fitting way he could think of. Wings were not only fragile but also extremely important to Illyrians. And now Azriel’s were gone. Despite the fact that he despised his parentage, his wings were what marked him as an Illyrian. Now he was nothing.

Azriel’s cries died down to nothing as his throat became parched because of the screams. Now he lay collapsed in a corner, body still shivering and shaking, perhaps from the pain, perhaps from Azriel’s sobbing.

Despite it all, Rhysand felt no pity, no sympathy. Azriel deserved it. Rhysand would not let some crocodile tears break his resolve. Before he left, he said one more time,

“I hope the next time I come here, you’re a little more compliant. Do think about what has already happened. If you don’t give me answers next time... well you know better than anyone else, there are many fates worse than death.”

Azriel POV...

Even after the High Lord had left, the Shadowsinger kept on crying, shaking. He tried and failed to come up with a reason for what was happening. His brothers couldn’t do this to him. Not Rhysand and Cassian. They weren’t like his step brothers. They weren’t.... This was all a bad dream. Yes, a nightmare. He would wake up and he will be in Selene’s arms, and all will be right.

The pain from Rhysand’s mental attack and the severing of his wings had driven Azriel beyond the point of sanity, his hold on reality slipping with each passing minute. Crazed with pain and fever, he kept on whispering into the dark, just like he had when he had been a child,

“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. It’s just a bad dream. Its just a bad dream.”

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Rhysand POV...

When he returned to Velaris to the House of Wind, he was met the piercing sound of a female screaming. Instantly his heart stopped. Was there another intruder? Was Feyre alright? It was only when he reached the room the sounds were coming from, did he realise that the screams weren’t Feyre’s. They were Selene’s.

When he reached her room, he found her slumped on the floor, hair strewn everywhere, with her hand clutching her chest, beating at her heart. Feyre and Morrigan were by his side, trying but failing to calm her down.

“Selene, what’s wrong?”

Her gaze fell on him shakily, she stared at him got a moment as if trying to reassure herself that he was really there, before she started sobbing,

“Rhysand. Its Az... something is wrong. He’s hurt. I could feel it. It hurt so bad, Rhys. And now... I can’t feel him! I can’t feel him, Rhysand. You have to find him! You have to... he needs our help.”

“We will, we will. Don’t worry, my raven. But I need you to calm down first okay?” he said calmly. Selene only stared at him incredulously before pulling back from him.

“How can you ask me to calm down? I’m telling you my mate is hurt and you’re telling me to calm down?” his sister spat at him. He didn’t blame her. Not one bit. What she was going through right now was unimaginable. So Rhysand did what he could in the moment. He reached into her mind and put his sister to sleep.

Selene slumped into his arms as he picked her up from the floor. Laying her down, he ushered everyone outside.

Once they were all a safe distance away from her room, Cassian exploded,

“You can’t keep this from her forever Rhysand. You need to tell Selene. She deserves to know!”

The gravity of the situation finally started to weigh on him as his legs gave way from under him. Rhysand collapsed on a sofa and put his head into his hands.

“It’ll kill her. Knowing what that son of a bitch did... she won’t be able to survive it...” Rhysand whispered softly.

Cassian and Rhysand sat there for hours on end, trying to figure out what had led them there, trying to remember if there were any signs of Azriel acting strange in the last few months. But both of them came up empty. In the end they were both left with heavy heads, and even heavier hearts.

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Selene awoke only an hour later, once again in pain. The damned mating bond. It ensured that she felt every ounce of pain he conflicted on Azriel. That was one technicality that Rhysand had not thought of while exacting Azriel’s punishment.

This time it was Cassian who was in the room when Selene awoke, beside herself with pain and desperation. The feeling of the mating bond slowly withering away was enough to drive anyone insane. Rhysand would know; he had felt Feyre die once. He also knew how that it broke a person’s very soul in two.

When Selene awoke, she jumped straight out of bed and made to leave when Cassian stopped her,

“Sel, wait! Wait! Where are you going?”

Rhysand was truly beginning to worry for his sister. Her eyes were half crazed as she tried to fight off Cassian.

“Azriel! I need to find Azriel, he needs me!” Selene cried.

“He’s not here, Sel. We’ll find him. I promise. But you need to stay here, alright? It's not safe out there,” Cassian tried to reason with her, “Why don’t you sit down here? I’ll go get Rhysand. And then we can figure out how to find Azriel together alright?”

That was when Rhysand had walked in, going to his sister’s side the second he walked in. Selene took him by the arm and asked,

“Rhys, where’s Az? Where’s my Azriel? I can’t feel him. Why can’t I feel him?”

“I don’t know...”

“He knows I love him right? He knows I need him?”

“Of course he does,” Rhysand answered.

“THEN WHY ISNT HE COMING BACK? HE KNOWS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM! WHY DID HE LEAVE ME ALONE!” Selene screamed at the top of her lungs.

Rhysand then put her to sleep again with tears in his eyes. Realistically, Rhysand knew they couldn’t do this forever. But seeing his sister in such a state tore his heart apart everything all over again. Glancing at Cassian, he saw in his expression that he felt the same. Their sister had always been shielded, protected. And to see her suffer in such a way, was more than either could bear.

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Two weeks passed like this; Selene waking up in a panic and then Rhysand or Feyre putting her to sleep. Each time they tried telling her, her broken state would deter them. Who would be the one brave enough to share her mate’s fate? Who would be the one to ring the toll bells for their love?

It was only when the second week ended when everything came crashing down. Selene was once again sleeping a restless sleep, Elain with her in her room.

The rest of the Inner Circle were in the Town House when Rhysand felt a disturbance. Someone had broken through the wards of the city. Instantly they were at their feet. Before any of them could react, there was a flurry of swirling darkness and before them stood a man.

The invader was tall, lean. Despite what he was undertaking, the man bore no armour. As if he expected no attack, no resistance. As if he could just walk out of here unscathed after barging in to his home.

“Who the hell are you?” Feyre demanded.

“Ah, Lady Feyre. Always so impatient. Lord Koschei sends you his regards. As for my name, we’ll that’s irrelevant really,” the man sneered.

Rhysand’s heart dropped. Koschei. It was impossible. He wasn’t... he wasn’t alive. How has risen again?

“That’s not...”

“Possible? Well i can assure you it very much is. Who do you think is behind all these people disappearing?” Then after adding a sick smirk the man added, “Behind the fate of your Shadowsinger?”

“Go tell your master, we’ve caught his lap dog. He won’t have any of our secrets anymore,” Rhysand spat at the man, still shocked at his audacity.

“Tsk, tsk. Rhysand. I honestly gave you more credit than you deserve. My master thought you all would never fall for this trap. But then again he did always underestimate my ingenuity. You see, we knew with Azriel by your side, we would never have been able to infiltrate your court. It was too well guarded. So we knew we had to get rid of him somehow, but we couldn’t figure out how. He was too secure here, with all of you. But then I thought: why do we go through all of that trouble when you can just do it for us?”

“What? I... I didn’t do anything. Azriel was working with you people. He got what he deserved,” Rhysand answered.

“Was he? Because I do not recall any such thing. And that is not something you forget. After all having the Shadowsinger by our side would have been such an advantage,” the man explained.

“Do not attempt to lie to me! I saw him.. Feyre saw him. He attacked her...” Rhysand began, perplexed. What game were these people playing now.

“Did he?”

The repeated questions caught him off guard. He glanced at Cassian who had a similar expression.

“Yes, we saw the memory. It was Azriel who attacked Feyre. He...” Cassian began.

“Really? Because I could have sworn Azriel was in Winter Court when I came here,” the man jeered.

“No, Azriel wasn’t....” It was then that the man’s words sunk in, “Wait, what did you just say?”

“Oh yes. It was me who attacked the House of Wind that oh so fateful night.”

“No.. it was Azriel... he..” Cassian started, too confused for words.

The man smirked smugly once again and raised an eyebrow. Then, the man snapped his fingers and in an instant, disappeared. In his place, now sitting before them... was Azriel.

A gasp from everyone sounded through the room. It was Feyre who exclaimed,

“What devilry is this?”

Despite looking like his brother, when he spoke the voice was the man’s own,

“Yes. There it is people. The grand reveal. It was I. Honestly it was so easy to fool you people. When Azriel left for Winter, I made my way here. I did the crime and poor Azriel paid the price. How sad.”

No no no no no no no no no

Before he could process what had just occurred, a soft voice echoed through the room,

“It was you. You took my Azriel from me.”

Selene. No.

“Yup. And he’s been torturing him loads as well,” the man added, mocking all of them.

“You son of a bitch! After everything you still have the audacity to stand before me so shamelessly?” Rhysand roared at him.

“Well if you ask me, I was just getting bored. I was expecting you lot to figure it out sooner but you are all so slow. So I thought why not come reveal myself? There’s no point in committing all these brilliant crimes when no one gives you its credit.”

The man disappeared before Rhysand could reach him to cut his measly head off.

“How could you?” Selene asked again, “How could you?!”

Rhysand tried making his way over to her but she retreated, getting as far away from him as possible.

“All this time... you’ve been lying to me. You lied to my face. How could you Rhysand?”

“Sel... it wasn’t my fault. I had no idea... we all thought it was Azriel... He..” Rhysand scrambled to come up with an answer, something to explain why he had done what he had. But deep down he knew, nothing could ever absolve him of this heinous sin.

“Where is he? WHERE IS HE?” his sister demanded.

“The Court of Nightmares.”

And Selene winnowed away.

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Selene POV..

The hurricane of agony and anguish that was ravaging her very soul right now made her want to curl into a ball and cry. But she didn’t have time. She had to find Azriel. She had to get to him.

Winnowing in to the Court of Nightmares, she willed the faint mating bond she could still feel to find him, to lead her to him. Cauldron knows what that monster had done to her mate. She would never forgive him. All of them would pay.

Pushing her fury aside, Selene skidded to a halt in front of a cell in the bottom most pit of this wretched place. Damn you Rhysand. She unleashed her power and the door before her crumbled to nothing. Walking in, she saw nothing at first. The darkness so absolute, no amount of light could ever lessen it in this place.

After grasping at nothing but the dark, she finally spotted a figure in the far corner of the cell. Azriel.

Running over, Selene felt like throwing up at the sight before her. Her mate's back was covered in blood and blisters. Open wounds, half clotted, half fresh. His majestic, awe inspiring wings were... gone. Rhysand couldn’t have done this. He was cruel but not this... this was unimaginable. He wouldn’t do this to his brother... would he?

Turning him over, she tried to shake him awake. He’s okay. He had to be.

“Azriel. My love. I’m here.” No response.

“Az. Please.”

With a shaky breath, Azriel’s eyes opened, only slightly. And her violent eyes were met with his beautiful hazel ones. Eyes that once held nothing but adoration. Eyes that had always looked at her like she had hung the stars. Eyes... that were now empty and hollow.

Azriel looked at her for a second, and recognition lighted up his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something but just as quick it closes. His hand slipped from hers and his chest stopped rising.

Selene was frozen in place, refusing to accept what had just transpired. Azriel’s now empty, unblinking eyes stared at her coldly.

“No no no. Azriel. Azriel. Wake up. It’s me. Its your Selene. I’m going to take you home. We’re going to go home,” she whispered, willing him to wake through some miracle.

Her hands felt the wounds on his back as she held him. They had been too deep, too lethal to be left as he had been. And those same wounds had led to his passing. Now that was what Selene would have realised if she had been rational, if she had been sane at the moment. But she was long gone past that point.

“My lion mate. What did they do to you? My brave Azriel... how could they do this to you?”

Running her hands through his hair, she moved it from his eyes. His empty gaze, his still chest mocking her.

“Azriel, my love. How could they do this to you? Azriel. Wake up. Come on, we’re going home. Azriel wake up. Please. For the love of God please wake up,” she cried softly once before panic began to settle in her chest.

Selene felt the mating bond stretch and stretch, until it shattered. The bond cleaving felt like someone had ripped her very soul apart. Her heart felt like it was om fire. The world fell away. The only thing Selene knew was her lost love.

“AZRIEL!” Selene screamed, finally letting out her anguish, “AZRIEL WAKE UP! PLEASE! MY DARLING! PLEASE WAKE UP”

She let out a wail that was heard all across the wretched court. She dragged her nails down her face as she screamed. At one point, she even stopped saying his name and just screamed in pain.

Her ragged screams were what led Rhysand and the others to the cell. Where they found her, holding on to her dead mate, pounding on his chest, begging him to wake up. The screaming did not subside or lessen with their arrival. The entire court of Nightmares stood witness that day as the Daughter of Night cried and pleaded for her mate, witnesses how the two lovers were torn apart.

Cassian fell to his knees at the sight of his dead brother. A wail of affliction tore free from him but Selene paid him no mind, she was too far gone beyond the point of salvation, as she still shook Azriel, as if expecting him to awoke any second.

Rhysand was frozen. Body, mind, both numb. His hands were shaking as he took in the sight before him. No no no. This couldn’t be happening. Azriel couldn’t be... dead. He couldn’t be. Rhysand was going to take him home, was going to apologise. He would have paid with his own life if he had to, to Selene and Azriel. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen...

Selene turned on him, rushing over to where he stood. He realised too late, she was holding Truth Teller. She must have grabbed it before winnowing here. Feyre, however, did and she moved to stop her. But Rhysand held her back. No. He would take whatever punishment his sister would deem him worthy of. His wings. His life. All were offered.

But despite screaming only a few seconds ago, which Rhysand also expected her to do, Selene only cried out softly, as if she was too tired to raise her voice anymore,

"How could you do this to me Rhysand? You put out the light of my heart. You killed the one who held my soul. You know, when you took him from me and then lied to me about it, when you took my love from me, my entire being was plunged into darkness. I was drowning in my soul's agony. The hope that I could find him again, kept me alive. I took refuge in that hope. But you took even that away from me. And who knows... if he had been alive.. maybe I could have forgiven you. Maybe we could have moved past this a century or two later. If he had been alive, there could be hope for another spring. Light could have lit up our lives again, flowers would have blossomed again. Your court would have been covered in the red of roses rather than the tainted blood of my innocent mate! You have forever changed the fate of this court Rhysand. You have summoned such a winter, whose icy winds will never stop.Everything will surrender to it. Everyone will meet their end because of it . My suffering, my pain is over Rhysand. But yours... yours has just begun."

Selene raised Truth Teller. Behind him, Feyre and Mor cried out his name, assuming the knife was meant to him. Beside him Cassian moved as well to get Rhysand out of Selene’s way. But Selene... Selene gave her brother one last whisper of a smile before moving Truth Teller to her own throat. It was then that the Shadowsinger's legendary blade spilt its last drop of blood. It was then that it took one last life, the life of someone who no one could have ever imagined being subjected to the blade.

Rhysand was frozen in place as he watched his sister, his darling baby sister slit her own throat in front of him. As she fell, he did too.

Kneeling, he held her lifeless body as blood flowed freely from her. The same blood that drawing from Azriel had given him so much pleasure only some time back. And now... his sister, his only family was gone. Gone...because of him.

The High Lord’s agonised roar could have been heard all across Velaris as he cried for his sister, for his brother who he had murdered with his own two hands. How... how could he have been so foolish? How had they come to this? How could Rhysand, the High Lord who believed himself smarter, stronger than any, had fallen for this heinous trap?

And his sister... she had died alone, without her love. So did Azriel. How.... How? How could Rhysand have done this? To think Azriel's childhood, his first steps, his first memories had been of the dark, cold cellar his so called father had locked him in. To think he had gone through all of that, had survived, found happiness only to meet his end in the same way...it was too cruel. Almost a slap to the face, like fate was mocking his brother; look, you tried to escape but what happened? Once again you return to this lonely darkness. People like you don't deserve happiness. No. Rhysand couldn't have been this cruel. Why hadn't he waited, why hadn't he questioned his own sinful eyes?

And Azriel... he was gone. His brother, the one person he could always rely on was gone, the one person who had always protected him was gone. To think of the fate he had subjected the two of them to; dying alone, in pain, without their mate by their side. Rhysand couldn't save them...

Cauldron. What had he done?

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The last vestiges of summer left the Night Court. And along with it, it took the last bits of warmth, of plenty... of happiness. The city of starlight now submerged in an unforgiving, relentless winter. As it would be for as long as it shall stand. For the cries of the Daughter of Night had not gone unheard by the Gods.

At the edge of the city, in a small garden by the seaside, the signs of winter first started showing. The home that had always been basked in light and warmth, now stood derelict. Doors have been thrown open, windows too. As the icy wind made its way inside the house, taking over what was once the haven of two lovers, a silence settled. It was the overbearing, suffocating silence. One that made its presence known, that couldn't help but make you think of a lost time, where this silence did not reign. Now... it only mocked the house's desolation. Look, what you used to be? How you have fallen.

Outside, the apple tree in the garden, in whose shade the Shadowsinger and his beloved had once laid, was now barren. As the last leaf of the tree fell, it was joined by the first snow of this eternal winter. Snow that would not stop, that would take all who stood before it.

Oh how they had fallen.... in the end, no one was saved.

#azriel angst #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #acotar hc #acotar headcanon #azriel headcanon #azriel headcanons #azriel x reader #azriel acomaf #azriel acotar #rhys acotar #cassian acotar #feyre cursebreaker #azriel acosf #azriel fanfic #azriel fic

[ilovedig]

I was wearing one of my Imagine shirts yesterday.

There's one line on it but it's broken up

Imagine all the people Living life in peace.

And because of my jacket, I only saw "all the people"

And it dawned on me. To get each other's attention, these boys used each other's lyrics in different songs.

"All the people" is basically "all the lonely people"

Not to mention the way Paul wrote Eleanor Rigby and the way John wrote Imagine were pretty similar. They had help from a bunch of friends with different lines. Basically, the only friend not involved was each other.

That can't be a coincidence.

And everyone agrees that "Too Many People" is the next part of the conversation (even though it's a line from George's "Isn't it a Pity")

It makes more sense that it's lyrically inspired by Imagine rather than HDYS. "All the people" to "too many people"

Maybe Imagine hurt Paul a lot. Paul prided himself on understanding things, avant garde, art, philosophy etc. And here is John saying "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us"

Which, I think translates you, "you're acting like I'm crazy but you just don't get it. Maybe you will one day but you're not aware enough to get it now."

That probably stung.

So yeah, that's my new theory thanks to my Imagine shirt.

#John lennon #paul mccartney #mclennon #imagine #eleanor rigby #too many people

[rhapsodynew]

"Over there we will build a big elou submarine "

Have a nice day🌍🫶🌞🎧🎼

Immediately after the release, the single "Yellow Submarine"/"Eleanor Rigby" took the first place in the English charts, where it remained for four weeks, having stayed in the charts for 13 weeks in total. In the same year, the Beatles received the Ivor Novello Award for the single as the best-selling single of 1966. However, in the USA, the cd did not reach the first place of the chart due to the scandal caused by John Lennon's words

"We are more popular than Christ".

In addition to the Beatles, they took part in the recording of the merry din (the sounds of the shipyard): George Martin, Jeff Emerick, Patti Harrison, Brian Jones, Marianne Faithfull, Beatles chauffeur Alf Bicknell.

In 1980, John Lennon said of the song: "'Yellow Submarine' is Paul's child. Donovan and I helped with the words. We actually recorded it live in the studio, but the idea and inspiration belonged to Paul. Its name is... written for Ringo." Donovan owns the line "Sky of blue and sea of green". Paul McCartney: "Yellow Submarine" is such a happy place. Well, we were just trying to write a nursery rhyme. That was the main idea. The text should not make more sense than the text of any other children's song."

"One morning I was still lying in bed, and then I lived in the attic of the Usher house… I thought of it as a song for Ringo, which in the end it turned out that way, so there are not many notes in the vocal line, and then I started to come up with this story, like some old sailor telling the children a story about his adventures. To a large extent, this is my song, as far as I remember, and I think John helped me. As I wrote, the plot became clearer and clearer, but the chorus, the melody of the verses and the verses are mine."

The rhythm track "Yellow Submarine" was recorded on May 29, 1966, and overlays so atypical for a Beatles song were made on June 1: the sounds of sea waves, shouts of commands, a military march performed by a brass band. According to sound engineer Jeff Emerick, he used an excerpt from the recording of the military march 'Le Reve Passe', a 1906 composition by Georg Krier and Charles Helmer, to overlay the copper.

#The history of the song #the beatles #yellow submarine #music store #George Martin #Jeff Emerick #Patti Harrison #Brian Jones #Marianne Faithfull #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison #pop #beat #psychedelia #my music #music #music love #musica #spotify #history music #my spotify #rock #rock music #Spotify #Youtube #musical history in detail

[pointycorgiears]

Here is a list of every Beatles song made reference to in my bughawk fic, Dear Prudence!

These are listed in order, by chapter. The songs that are listed as themes appear multiple times throughout the story.

Chapter 1:

Eleanor Rigby

Yesterday

Chapter 2:

Hello Goodbye

While My Guitar Gently Weeps - Crocodile's theme

Across The Universe - Mihawk's theme

Chapter 3:

Here Comes The Sun

Dear Prudence - Buggy's theme

Chapter 4:

Strawberry Fields Forever

Because

Helter Skelter

Let It Be

Chapter 5:

I Want To Hold Your Hand

Octopus's Garden

Chapter 6:

Don't Let Me Down - this is my bughawk love song lol

Something

You Never Give Me Your Money

Golden Slumbers / Carry That Weight / The End

Hey Jude

All You Need Is Love - this was kind of Zoro's theme

Honorable Mention:

Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds - I only mentioned the name "Lucy".

With A Little Help From My Friends - I was thinking about this when I wrote the summary

I will make a spotify playlist with all of these songs as well as covers of songs that helped inspire the story or what happened to be what I was listening to while writing it, if anyone's interested.

This was too fun to do. Thank you all that read my fic! It makes me so happy that you enjoy it!

#this fic is like 40% Abbey Road lol #that is such a good album #I worked on a mural of that album cover once #bughawk #buggy x mihawk #fanfiction #one piece #buggy #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #hawkeyes mihawk #cross guild

[ineffablelifetoallmetatrons]

Further investigating inspired by this post (<- Aziraphales playlist) by @akari-ku

The good omens playlists spell words, and i realise im probably late to the party but i wanna figure all these out myself on here so enjoy!

Maggie and Nina's playlist

IT SPELLS RAINFALL

For the cynics (quoting @akari-ku)

RAINDROPS KEEP FALLIN' ON MY HEAD- 'Raindrops keep fallin' on my head' : R

COSMIC LOVE - 'A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes' : A

CIGARETTES AND COFFEE- 'It's early in the morning' : I

NO WOMAN NO CRY- 'No woman, no cry' : N

FIRE- 'Fire Fire Fire' : F

ELEANOR RIGBY- 'Ah, look at all the lonely people' : A

LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME- 'Love me or leave me and let me be lonely' : L

LETS TALK ABOUT US- 'Lets sit down' - L

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#good omens #this is awesome #good omens hidden gems #the effort they put in

[sgt-paul]

Nobody else wrote about those people. Nobody else had the heart to write about the lonely, old, frozen-in-place people that are the main part of the population. Nobody writes about them. We write about glorious, brave, bigger-than-life. We write about people who are in terrible pain. We write about very dramatic things. But we don’t write about small, cold, old, painful, lonely stuff like that, man. It was a very brave piece of writing. It’s a kind song, it’s a song of compassion in a quiet and very beautiful way.

A friend of mine, an English guy named Clem Floyd, brought the very first Beatles record home and said, “You won’t believe this.” We put it on and it absolutely freaking floored me. It was the first rock ’n’ roll that had that kind of feel to it. Paul just wrote differently than other people. He could write “Paperback Writer” and stuff like that without even thinking about it. It was so different. Everybody else was trying to write about some girl’s tits or some bright, shiny experience that they had. This was dark and mysterious but kind. I just didn’t think anybody else was doing that. I didn’t think anybody else had the balls to do that kind of stuff. I thought it was an immensely courageous piece of writing.

I was stunned, man. I didn’t know they could grow that fast. I didn’t realize what would happen when you gave guys like that acid and pot. They said, “Oh, well, look at this.” And they went crazy. They went beautifully fucking nuts. They expanded their world drastically the same way their consciousness had been expanded. They were my inspiration for consciousness expansion on a lot of levels, not just taking psychedelics. Becoming aware of human beings in a different way than I had been.

You know, if I’m driving on a sunny afternoon I want to hear “Day Tripper.” But if I want to be moved emotionally, man, “Eleanor Rigby” really does it for me. I love “She’s Leaving Home” also. I think that’s another very brave song from around the same time. Very emotionally mature, very grown-up, very beautiful. He dealt with very emotional stuff very bravely

David Crosby on "Eleanor Rigby" | from "80 Artists Pick Their Favorite Paul McCartney Song For His 80th Birthday"

#paul mccartney #david crosby #q #*m #❤️

[bopsweneverforgot]

Sisqo - The Star Beyond the Thong

I recently had the pleasure to witness Dru Hill live last summer at their Summer Block Party Tour alongside Jodeci and SWV in Charlotte, NC. Despite the persistent sound issues and the sweltering heat, it was amazing to see Sisqo pushing 50 years old sounding just as he did 20 years ago. Now granted, I did understand this was not a Sisqo concert and not taking away the solo musical work from his accompanying members, but I would’ve loved to hear more of Sisqo’s solo work versus just his “Billboard charting features” such as “What These Bitches Want From Me by DMX” and “How Many Licks by Lil’ Kim”. Sisqo was set up to be the “Beyonce” of Dru Hill and had a successful solo album in his own right, and according to their Unsung special, that fact led to the dissolution of Dru Hill. So why isn’t it highlighted?

Of course, his most iconic solo song was the “Thong Song”, a song inspired by a true story of one of his first sexual encounters with a thong. Now, I’m not surprised by this song reaching this pinnacle of success. With rewriting the string line of “Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles” and investing his money into the visual effects found in his music video, it was bound to turn into a bop. 

Like fickle humans tend to do, we forget. We forget to show the same appreciation for the body of work that one bop encompassed. True R&B connoisseurs respect his additional single “Incomplete” as a beautiful ballad, co-written by another R&B legend Montell Jordan. He also slid in some very sensual bedroom bops with “How Can I Love U 2Nite” and “So Sexual” which shows Sisqo’s range from the up-tempo “Thong Song”. In short, the “Unleash the Dragon” album is home to a lot of bops and underrated ballads.

So, a question I ask so often is, why did the success stop there? He was on track to be the Beyonce of Dru Hill. Initially, I would assume it was due to all of the legal woes like his Victoria's Secret lawsuit, his publishing settlement, and unpaid royalties lawsuit that his most successful single gave him, but that was not the case.  In his own words, he didn’t play the industry game. Instead of utilizing label recommendations, he seemed to always leverage his inner Baltimore circle in the sectors of his musical career which resulted in Sisqo being blackballed and penned as “difficult”. Just like Janet Hubert, the original Aunt Viv, once said, being labeled “difficult” (especially as a Black woman) is the kiss of death. Nonetheless, the R&B community is thankful for his solo contributions despite it being a short time, it was a good time.

#r&b playlist #r&b/soul #r&b music #r&b song #r&b/hip hop #sisqo #dru hill #lil kim #dmx #90s r&b #90s vibes #90s style #00s music #00s #00s rap #jodeci #swvandxscape #swv

[beatlesdumpsterfire]

I've always wanted a song written about me, but if it was like this, I take it all back.

"McCartney said when he first sat down at the piano he had the name Daisy Hawkins in his mind. He later changed this to Eleanor, after the actress Eleanor Bron, who had starred with The Beatles in the film Help! The character's surname at one stage was Bygraves, according to Spencer Leigh, author of The Beatles book Love Me Do to Love Me Don't. But McCartney later changed this to Rigby, from the name of a store he had spotted in Bristol - Rigby & Evens Ltd, Wine & Spirit Shippers. 'I just liked the name," he said in 1984. "I was looking for a name that sounded natural. Eleanor Rigby sounded natural.'" - From Tom Mullen's BBC Article, "The Beatles: What really inspired Eleanor Rigby?"

#the beatles #the beatles 1965 #the beatles 1966 #eleanor bron #eleanor rigby #revolver #help! #beatles in bahamas #beatles meme #paul mccartney

[atanimation]

Yellow Submarine (1968)

"Yellow Submarine" is a groundbreaking animated musical fantasy film released in 1968. Produced by United Artists and King Features Syndicate, the movie was inspired by the music of The Beatles. This film is renowned for its unique and innovative animation, reflecting the spirit of the '60s with its psychedelic art style and whimsical storytelling. The movie is also celebrated for its imaginative use of The Beatles' music throughout the narrative, featuring numerous songs from the band's iconic repertoire. Some of the classic Beatles songs included in the film are "All You Need Is Love," "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds," "Eleanor Rigby," "When I'm Sixty-Four," and, of course, "Yellow Submarine." The movie was a significant cultural phenomenon of its time, not only for its music but also for its groundbreaking animation and its contribution to the counterculture movement of the 1960s. "Yellow Submarine" remains a beloved and influential piece of animation, recognized for its artistic innovation and its lasting impact on both music and popular culture.

Technique

The making of "Yellow Submarine" involved various animation techniques and materials that were innovative for its time. The animation production was a mix of traditional hand-drawn animation and innovative experimental methods, incorporating diverse materials and capturing methods to achieve its distinct look. Rotoscoping involves animating over live-action footage. Animators traced over filmed footage of human actors, allowing for more realistic movement. This technique was employed in some sequences, providing fluid and lifelike movements for characters. The film utilized photo collage elements, incorporating real photographs, cut-outs, and other mixed-media elements to create unique and surreal visuals. Alongside experimental techniques, traditional hand-drawn animation was used for many sequences, blending with the unconventional styles to create the film's overall look. Traditional ink and paint methods were used to color the animated frames. Various optical effects, including psychedelic and trippy visuals, were achieved using innovative optical techniques, enhancing the film's surreal atmosphere. The actual capture process involved filming and photographing the animated frames to create the sequences for the movie. The mixed-media elements, hand-drawn animation, and other materials were captured using traditional film cameras and techniques of the time. After the animation was created, it was photographed or filmed frame by frame to generate the final footage. The various animation sequences were captured and compiled to create the animated feature. Different layers of animation, whether hand-drawn or using photo collage, were combined to form the visual sequences seen in the film. This final footage was edited together to synchronize with the music and narrative.

Representation

"Yellow Submarine" is an animated musical fantasy film inspired by the music of The Beatles. The storyline revolves around the fantastical world of Pepperland, a place of music, love, and happiness. However, this idyllic world is threatened by the Blue Meanies, a group that despises music and happiness. The Blue Meanies attack Pepperland, turning its inhabitants into statues and silencing the music. In desperation, Old Fred, a sailor, escapes in the Yellow Submarine to find help. He travels to Liverpool and recruits the Beatles—John, Paul, George, and Ringo—to journey with him to Pepperland and save it from the oppressive rule of the Blue Meanies.The film portrays the Beatles as animated characters, each representing their real-life counterparts: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr. Their animated personas embark on an adventurous, psychedelic journey aboard the Yellow Submarine to Pepperland. Throughout the journey, they encounter various surreal and imaginative landscapes, facing obstacles and challenges posed by the Blue Meanies. The Beatles' animated characters are depicted as whimsical and playful versions of themselves, using their personalities and mannerisms as part of the story. The film celebrates the band's music and their spirit, utilizing their songs and spreading the message of love, peace, and the power of music as a force to combat negativity and oppression. "Yellow Submarine" is not just a literal journey to save Pepperland but also a metaphorical exploration of the power of music and joy, offering a message of hope and love amidst chaos and discord. The film is an artistic and imaginative representation of The Beatles and their music, embedded within a vibrant, fantastical narrative.

Reception

This film was shown in theaters initially, presented as a feature-length animated film. Upon its release in 1968, it was shown in cinemas using traditional film projectors to exhibit the animation on the big screen. At the time of its release, "Yellow Submarine" received mixed critical reviews but was generally embraced by audiences. The film's psychedelic and abstract animation style, coupled with its association with The Beatles and their music, resonated with the counterculture movement of the 1960s. It was appreciated for its artistic innovation, colorful visuals, and its connection to the spirit of the time. The film's reception varied among critics. Some praised its revolutionary animation style and the incorporation of Beatles music, seeing it as a piece of innovative and imaginative art that captured the essence of the '60s. However, others were less enthusiastic, finding the plot relatively thin and disjointed compared to the groundbreaking animation. Over time, "Yellow Submarine" has gained a cult following and is now considered a classic and iconic animated film. Its unique animation style and connection to The Beatles' music have earned it a lasting place in pop culture. As a result, it's often appreciated for its artistic significance and its representation of the '60s counterculture movement.

Today, it's regarded as an influential and innovative work in animation, appreciated for its bold and unconventional art style, its connection to The Beatles' music, and its place in the cultural history of the late 1960s. The film's legacy continues to be celebrated, not just among fans of The Beatles but also among animation enthusiasts and those interested in the historical and cultural impact of the '60s counterculture.

References

#animation #movies #music #spirituality #youtube #Youtube

[gerec]

Do you have any recommendations for fics where Charles or Erik is a sex addict? Or something like a Shame AU? I haven’t seen a lot of those floating around

You're right, Anon; unfortunately there aren't very many fics in the fandom (that I'm aware of) about sex addiction. I've read the first three fics on this list and can highly recommend, though I thought I would also include a few others I found during my search that I've not personally read :D

I Wanna Do Bad Things With You by ascoolsuchasi (1st of a series, inspired by the movie Shame)

Anticipationwantneedlust. It's not something he can control.

I'm Sure It Would Be Magical by treasuredleisure

Fill for the following prompt:

So, Brandon at one point suggests that if he could live anywhere and be anything, he'd be a musician in the 1960s.  What I'd love is some story where Brandon manages that, and one night Charles and Erik happen in on whatever club Brandon's working in. What happens next, totally up to you author!anon. But you know, Brandon is a sex addict...

Home is (Shame au) - this is just a tiny little snippet but OH BOY it's HOT tl;dr -- Erik fucks his way through New York, his younger brother Charles shows up, Erik is conflicted but probably does him anyway.

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I'm Breaking The Habit Tonight by Hyperballad (unfinished) What if two compulsions collide? What if two people find each other at a time when they are facing their own demons? In this fic, Erik Lehnsherr is a successful, corporate executive struggling with being a sex addict while Charles Xavier is a drop-out college student forced into prostitution to supplant his drug addiction. Their compulsions brought them together one night and Erik, in a desperate attempt to find salvation, uses Charles as his anchor. What comes next is a mutual discovery of love and redemption.

Shame/Him Cherik au by newbie

Erik is Brandon from Shame and Charles is Conor from The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby.

Fill for the following prompt:

Shame by orphan_account

Erik Lehnsherr lives a remarkably privileged life. He's acting-CEO of Stark Industries, he gets to spend every day rubbing that in Charles Xavier's face, and is doing a pretty good job of avoiding any and all responsibilities. So, when his son Peter unexpectedly crashes at his apartment and invades his privacy, Erik is finally forced to confront his problems head-on.

Inspired by Shame.

#gerec rambles #cherik #shame au #sex addiction #sex addict au #fic rec #gerec's fic rec

[beatleswings]

Oh gosh, the And I Love Her: The Beatles Reimagined show was so good and so fun! The songs they played were mainly songs inspired by the women from “And I Love Her”, which was the starter, and others like “Let It Be,” “Eleanor Rigby,” “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds,“ “Blackbird,” “Dear Prudence,” “You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away,” “She’s A Woman” and more. They ended it with “Come Together”. It kinda gave me Postmodern Jukebox vibes from the different music styles and the singers. Glad I went to this! 😁

#gabs rambles

[primordyalsoul]

SONGS TO WRITE REI !

whether  it  be  melodies  that  give  you  inspiration  for  your  muse  or  songs  that  get  you  into  the  writing  mood   —   pick  10  songs  you  find  that  give  you  the  urge,   the  drive,   or  the  creativity  to  write  your  muse   !!

▶ TRACK 01. PRIDE - KENDRICK LAMAR

I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back/ The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that/ Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride/ A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies

▶ TRACK 02. VALLEY OF THE DOLLS - MARINA

In the valley of the dolls we sleep, got a hole inside of me/ Living with identities that do not belong to me/ In my life, I got this far, now I'm ready for the last hoorah/ Dying like a shooting star in the valley, in the valley, in the valley

Back to zero, here we go again, again/ Racing down into oblivion/ Back to zero, here we go/ I can feel it coming to the end, the end

▶ TRACK 03. VIVA LA VIDA - COLDPLAY

I used to rule the world/ Seas would rise when I gave the word/ Now in the morning I sleep alone/ Sweep the streets I used to own

▶ TRACK 04. WHY DO I CRY - MARGO GURYAN

Why do I cry?/ On a Sunday morning/ After Saturday night, was such a wonderful night/ I should be glad/ Be glad that I could spend one night a week with you

▶TRACK 05. ELEANOR RIGBY - THE BEATLES

Eleanor Rigby/ Died in the church and was buried along with her name/ Nobody came Father McKenzie/ Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave/ No one was saved

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)/ Where do they all come from?/ All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)/ Where do they all belong?

▶TRACK 06. ME AND MY HUSBAND - MITSKI

I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute/ And then I'll be nothing forever/ And all of my memories/ And all of the things I have seen/ Will be gone/ With my eyes with my body with me

▶TRACK 07. GOODBYE TO LOVE - CARPENTERS

I'll say goodbye to love/ No one ever cared if I should live or die/ Time and time again the chance for love has passed me by/ And all I know of love/ Is how to live without it/ I just can't seem to find it

So I've made my mind up/ I must live my life alone/ And though it's not the easy way/ I guess I've always known/ I'd say goodbye to love

▶TRACK 08. STICK FIGURE - RADWIMPS

しかしまったくもってその甲斐もなく　結局モノマネはモノマネでしかなく 一人、また一人と去ってゆき　人間が剥がれ落ちるのです

(But even with all that, in reality it doesn’t make a difference… in the end, an imitation’s nothing more than just that/ People leave me, one by one… And my humanity starts to slough off)

▶TRACK 09. BLUE MONDAY - NEW ORDER

I see a ship in the harbor/ I can and shall obey/ But if it wasn't for your misfortunes/ I'd be a heavenly person today/ And I thought I was mistaken/ And I thought I heard you speak/ Tell me how do I feel?/ Tell me now, how should I feel?

Now I stand here waiting.

▶TRACK 10. AFTER THE STORM - KALI UCHIS

So if you need a hero (if you need a hero)/ Just look in the mirror (just look in the mirror)/ No one's gonna save you now/ So you better save yourself/ And everybody's hurting/ Everybody's going through it/ But you just can't give up now/ 'Cause you gotta save yourself (Yeah, I gotta hang on)

yoinked from: @slayersaided tagging: @nuiruk , @madeimpact (muse of your choice!) , @zhonde (muse of your choice!) , @sorrowmarked (muse of your choice!), @sincrcwn​  (muse of your choice!), @autopsyd , @civara , @decievres , @namidabashibridge​ and anyone else who wants to, say i tagged you <3​

#☾: dash games #((i promise i write here and dont JUST do these games HKFKL)) #((but theyre just so funn)) #((and i just had to scoop this one up)) #((last ones more of a song i associate with eva in general more than rei specifically)) #((but i wanted to end it on a positive one bc these songs are depressing as hell HJSFJ))

[cagesings]

REPOST AND LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

1. she used to be mine from w.aitress

i still remember that girl / she's imperfect but she tries / she is good but she lies/ she is hard on herself / she is broken and won't ask for help / she is messy but she's kind / she is lonely most of the time

2. eleanor rigby by the be.atles

picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been / lives in a dream / waits at the window / wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door / who is it for? / all the lonely people / where do they all come from? / all the lonely people / where do they all belong?

3. without a word from a t.ale of two c.ities ( specifically single mom au )

i'd follow you / i'd be selfish too / i'd gladly join you in the grave / but there's a vow i won't betray / she'll never see me walk away / for i was once / where she could be / abandoned young without a home or family / and though my soul / will die with you / our child will not be left alone / to spend a lifetime wondering how / how you could leave / when we need you so much? / how can i live / without feeling your touch? / without asking you why without saying goodbye / without a word

4. uptown girl by bi.lly joel

i'm in love with an uptown girl / you know I've seen her in her uptown world / she's getting tired of her high-class toys / and all her presents from her uptown boys / she's got a choice

5. dust and ashes from n.atasha, pier.re, and the grea.t c.omet of 1812

how did i live? / was I kind enough and good enough? / did i love enough? / did i ever look up and see the moon and the stars and the sky? / oh, why have i been sleeping?

AND LIST 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

1. sylvia pl.ath

“every time someone said i was pretty, i thought of the ugly swarming beneath my clothes.”

2. j.ane e.yre

“i am no bird and no net ensnares me.”

3. nikolos kazantzakis

“she looked like a wounded bird. her smile mingled an ineffable melancholy with its sweetness.”

4. aletta s.

“she is dangerous when she is hurt. she can easily destroy everything around her, but she doesn’t. instead she destroys herself.”

5. anna akhmatova

“i can no longer fly. i, who was winged from childhood.”

tagged by: @heygutlcss

tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this yet!

#look at all those bird refences and references to loneliness #thank you so much for the tag i love you!!! #*❈ ‣ i’ve never had dreams only nightmares — ( study. ) #long post tw