#and ringo tickling him

[beatleswings]

RINGO STARR and MAUREEN STARKEY (née COX) exiting Queen Charlotte Hospital with their baby son ZAK. London. September 22nd 1965

#had to gif this #zak is so cute! #and so are his mommy and daddy :3 #the smiles #and ringo tickling him #ahhhh my heart #also...happy birthday zak!! #ringo starr #maureen starkey #zak starkey #the starkeys #the starrs #the beatles #1960s #60s #1965 #my gifs #beatlesedit #beatlegirlsedit

[that-basic-simp]

Mama

Mizu x Fem!Reader CW: None WC: 1.1K A/N: Not really a fan of the "mommy" kink, but something about Mizu saying "mama" in episode 5 always and still gets to me.

Her hot breath tickled against my earlobe as she rested her head on my shoulder. A smile could be heard as she looked down at the baby that was swaddled up in the same cloth she had when she was young.

"How ya doing, mama?"

A shiver went down my spine as she said that. She has only ever really called me that after I gave birth to the baby. I was afraid she would leave once she found out, but she understood the situation. As she was in a similar one when she was a baby. And she didn't want me to suffer with raising a baby alone, even if she wasn't the best when it came to kids.

"I-I'm doing fine, Mizu," I said.

"Did that get ya?" she snickered darkly, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"You know how it makes me. Especially when you say it like that."

"Like what? Like this, mama?" she lowered her voice, tucking her head into the crook of my neck, lacing the skin with her soft, sweet, and gentle kissing.

"M-Mizu," I breathed out.

"Go lie down. I can take care of her."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Ringo should be back soon so he can help me entertain her."

"She needs to be put down for a nap though."

"Then the three of us can sleep together."

"Are you sure? You don't need to train today? Taigen isn't going to show up uninvited and prompt you for a duel?"

"He's with Akemi today. Besides, that man is on a losing streak."

"Shouldn't that drive him to want to get back at you?"

"Not as big as his sex drive right now," Mizu said.

I shook my head, "Of course."

"Come on," she tugged at my waist. "Let's get you to bed."

I walked into the shared bedroom we had and I sat down, rocking our little one to sleep. Of course it wasn't blood related to Mizu, but that wasn't stopping her from helping me with the parental duties.

"Ah, she's getting fussy," I sighed.

"Here, let me hold her."

I carefully handed her to Mizu and she cradled the baby close to her. While she was rocking the baby, her body started to sway while she began to sing a lullaby. This was another rare moment for us. When Mizu actually sang. It was a bit rocky at the beginning, but after some time of humming and thinking she was singing alone, she got better at it. And it was enough to not only put the baby to sleep, but me to sleep. Finding myself swaying here and there, I laid down and Mizu carefully placed the baby in between the two of us. Leaning over, she pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Sleep well, Y/N."

Blinking my eyes open, I found Mizu and the baby were gone from the bedroom. Yawning, I sat up and stretched, getting up and walking into the kitchen. Ringo was here and he was making something while Mizu held the baby in her lap. The baby was reaching up, grabbing at Mizu's face here and there. I chuckled and walked over to her, sitting beside Mizu.

"A-Am I doing this right?"

"Doing what right?"

"This whole parenting thing?" Mizu asked. "I-I'm not really great with kids. People in general."

"I think you're learning, Mizu. You're doing well for someone who was practically shunned your entire life."

"I-I just don't want her to be like me," she said, taking note that the baby had blue eyes like herself.

"But she is loved by her mothers," I smiled at Mizu. "Even if she is more like you than you think."

"I just don't want her to be made fun of for being a half-breed."

"And if she is, I know her mother, well, her father will come after those kids and teach them a lesson."

A small smile crept onto Mizu's face, which the little one stood up in her lap and grabbed at her mouth.

"A-A little help here."

I chuckled and reached over, grabbing the baby and putting her in my lap. She grabbed at Mizu, in which she offered her hand to the little one. Grabbing onto Mizu's hand, she held it tightly in her small hand.

"Baby's do have a strong grip for as young as they are," Mizu said.

"They just want to make sure their parents don't leave them. These are their crucial years along with their childhood."

"Do you think we're going to be alright?" Mizu turned towards me.

"I don't know if I am going to be honest. But," I turned and faced Mizu. "There's no one else I'd rather do this with."

"There's someone better. A man. A man would have been better."

"But no man would want their child to be impure, as they would say. A half-breed. They'd leave the child at a brothel and hope that the women there will take her in. Or worse, they'd kill the baby. And all life should be cherished and taken care of."

"Even a monster's life?"

"You know how I feel about that word. You're not a monster, Mizu," I reached over and placed my hand on her cheek, caressing her soft skin. "You're simply Mizu. Nothing more and nothing less than the person I fell in love with."

A smile crawled onto her face as I leaned towards her, placing my forehead against hers. Pulling away, Ringo handed me a small bowl that had a white mixture in it. Making sure the baby was calm and the mixture wasn't too hot, I placed the bowl against her bottom lip, but she was squirming.

"Here," Mizu reached over and grabbed the baby, setting her down in her lap. "I'll keep her steady."

"Thank you, Mizu."

"Of course, Y/N."

After we finished feeding her, Ringo watched after for a bit while Mizu and I were outside, sitting together in the back yard of the house. My hand was resting on hers and my head was resting on her shoulder. Her head was leaning against mine and she'd occasionally turn and look down at me, making sure I was still awake. Smiling, she loosened her body and sank down a bit in posture. Getting an idea, I turned and laid down, resting my head on her lap, looking up at her.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a better look at you, Mizu."

"Isn't there an angle that makes me look less appealing?" she asked.

"No. They all make you look attractive. Especially when I am under you."

Some blush crawled onto her cheeks as she turned away from me, to avoid my gaze. I giggled, closing my eyes and turning to where my face was in her stomach.

#mizu x reader #bes mizu #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai

[lick-me-lennon22]

Ticklish Beatles headcanons !!

(a darling request from anon!! enjoy, dearies ✨️)

John

despite his tough guy exterior, John can't help but burst into laughter when you tickle his sides unexpectedly

he'll try to play it cool at first and brush it off with a snarky comment but his expression always gives him away

a light brush of your hands down his sides can turn him into a giggling mess, much to your amusement

Paul

Paul's most ticklish spot is right underneath his chin

he's notorious for kicking up a storm of laughter when you dare to stroke or gently kiss him there

he can't help but break out in giggles like a schoolgirl, often followed by playful swats and adorable nose scrunches

George

George acts stoic, but his Achilles heel is his neck

a gentle tickle there sends him into fits of laughter, much to your delight as it's quite a departure from his typical demeanor

you like to use this weakness to your advantage, kissing his neck gently to get under his skin and break his composure

Ringo

Ringo's most sensitive spot is his ribs, or right below them

he can't help but squirm and giggle when you tickle him there, sometimes resulting in a playful wrestling match

his ticklishness is legendary among his bandmates, who are always amused when you set him off in their presence

#the beatles #beatles #beatles x reader #beatles imagines #the beatles x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #john lennon imagines #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney imagines #paul mccartney #george harrison #george harrison x reader #george harrison imagines #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr imagines #ringo starr #richard starkey #tickle content #headcanons #LMLBeatles

[kaladinkholins]

hear me out. delusional post-canon taimizu idea. after mizu gets her revenge and helps akemi secure her position in the palace mizu retires and uses her mercenary money and whatever payment akemi gives her as thanks to buy a secluded land and house, maybe in the mountains or something. and ringo is there too because of course!

and every day she forges weapons and tends to her little bit of land feeding chickens and raising horses and training and meditating. every so often they get visitors who come to seek training from mizu and/or a sword made by her hand. and i like to imagine that mizu's presentation is still fluid so she'll dress feminine and let her hair down at night or on days when no visitors are around, and dress masculine and presenting as a man when accepting visitors. all in all it's peaceful and it's familiar and she is content with her level of freedom and this restricted contact with the outside world

and in this scenario (since it's taking place in my own imagined post-canon), mizu has already duelled taigen and there was the whole gender reveal too, and there may or may not have been drama but ultimately taigen was still her ally and helped in her revenge quest. but because taigen is taigen and all about following societal rules, he never quite knew how to navigate his feelings for mizu (who goes against ALL societal expectations) and so he never quite acted on his feelings and mizu with her deep self-hatred just figured that he didn't like her that way. so when she got the chance after finishing her quest and everything, she just left him a farewell note before cutting off all ties.

but of course taigen is a whipped mf who can NOT just let mizu go so of course he spends like. years. searching for mizu and pestering akemi for information before he FINALLY finds the abode of the legendary blue-eyed swordsman

so when he arrives mizu's life is now up-turned. reluctantly she greets him as her visitor because he's "travelled very far and he's very hungry" so as courtesy she has to feed him and besides it's late and it's snowy and ringo insists that taigen stay so reluctantly she lets him stay over.

so taigen stays. and mizu tells herself it's JUST for ringo's sake. cuz ringo is obviously happy to have an old friend over (and mizu feels a little guilty here because she feels that by staying by her side he's forced to also adhere to her reclusive lifestyle despite enjoying friendships and fun). and she watches ringo and taigen having fun sparring from afar before taigen notices her watching and throws her a sword and challenges her to a spar.

and then as mizu starts fighting taigen again something lights up in her again and like man she has forgotten what this felt like. because sure she practices every day and she always spars with her students and with ringo, but this is taigen. he challenges her and goads her on and with them fighting is a dance, a play, an art.

and of course it ends with mizu handing taigen's ass to him and they're both flushed and breathless and they can't tear their eyes away from each other and there's all this TENSION and the only thing that forces them to both remember their surroundings is ringo cheering mizu on from the sidelines, thus interrupting their prolonged erotic eye contact

and before she realises it taigen is staying another night, and another. and her traitorous heart likes him around, enjoys his company, their banter, their playful duels.

and i like to imagine taigen tricking her to spar only for it to devolve into tickle fight because taigen is a childish brat looking for any way to one-up her, but also he wants her to loosen up a little and this definitely takes off guard and then they're both giggling and rolling around like kids until they get interrupted again by like some other visitor who's come to request a sword from her

SO ANYWAY fast forward and eventually taigen moves in and now when visitors come over they get training from mizu AND taigen and everyone basically knows theyre fucking but since theyre two men nobody bats an eye the end send post

EDIT: I have written a fic out of this premise which you can read here :)

#blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen #taigen x mizu #taimizu #i do wanna make this a fic but im too busy honk shoo honk shoo snrrrk mi mi mi mi #i hope this is coherent. apologies if not. brain empty only taimizu #shut up haydar #scribblings.txt #fandom.rtf #edit: coming back to tag this as -> #a new ember taimizu fic

[fuukonomiko]

More Taizu headcanons

Because why not...

They built a shack next to Master Eiji's forge with the stipulation they will have a really thick wall. Sword Father refuses to deal with their loud shenanigans regardless of cause.

Taigen knows how to play the Koto really well. Sometimes he plays it when Mizu can't sleep because it helps relax her, other times he does it as a serenade because he's that kind of guy.

They swap outfits from time to time. They think its funny. Ringo not so much.

They named their first born Eiji.

Taigen has one tickle spot in a very specific area. Mizu knows exactly where it is. Mizu has ticklish feet but also has a very strong kick response to any attempts to tickle.

During the delivery of their first child, Taigen almost died in childbirth. Not from being pregnant obviously. It was because Mizu kept hurting him when the labor pains came on.

They have matching custom naginatas, a present from Akemi and Takayoshi.

They comb each other's hair after baths. They cut each other's hair when it gets too long. Taigen makes sure Mizu isn't pissed on the day she cuts his hair.

Tagging some moots because they’re awesome: @roninzuzu @kaladinkholins​

I HAVE SOME SILLY HEADCANONS FOR THEM

ART OF THEM ARM WRESTLING 

MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT DRAWING TAIGEN

MY SMUTTY ROMANCE FIC MIZU X TAIGEN

#Blue Eye Samurai #Netflix #Mizu #I love this show so much #Mizu is the baddest badass #Taigen #Taizu #Taimizu #I love them so much #you can pry this ship out of my cold dead hands

[iheartjohnlennon]

can i request a fic where Ringo and George share Reader (or it’s a threeway relationship) and it’s all cute :) love your stuff <3

'Heaven is a bedroom'

Southampton, '65

Word count: 1,438

Tags: Throuple, Fluff, Angst

The rented holiday home was a quaint retreat in Southampton. It stood tall and was perched on the coast wonderfully. 

She forgot whether it was George's or Ringo's idea to rent it. Either way, she remembered getting excited when the getaway idea was proposed to her. She felt a sense of belonging there like she was exactly where she had needed to be.

It was perfect, it was massive, it was secluded. And she couldn't help but entertain the idea of making it their own.

It was quite snippy out on the front that day, the wind made it so.

The set sun darkened the sky a pretty colour since it had gotten late. Everything was still visible but lensed in a light blue hue.

The ocean lapped at her feet and the wind tousled her hair and ruffled the edge of her skirt. She heard her name seemingly being carried to her by the breeze. It was a faint call, and indistinct as the waves crashed.

"Y/N, love!" One of them yelled, it sounded like an invite.

She couldn't discern which one of them it was, they had become one in her mind. Whoever shouted for her was vying for her attention even though she was still in eyesight.

She waved back at them before carrying on with her stroll along the soft edge of the water.

She thought of interaction with the beach to be a lovemaking of some sort, akin to what she had with George and Ringo. A connection that ran deeper than the ocean itself.

Most, if not all people knew them as friends, perhaps something slightly closer than that, but only ever slightly. Thinking about the intimate moments made a coyness settle into her heart. 

She adored them both with a fervour that transcended what started as mutual infatuation. 

"Y/N."

That name call came again, a few minutes after the last one, this time it was unmistakably Ringo's voice.

She turned around and saw the pair seated on the blanket.

"Come and join us," George said, beckoning her over.

So, she made her way to them, letting her bare feet sink into the soft grains beneath them. 

She kneeled in front of them, their eyes shifted all over her as her eyes shifted all over them.

"What is it?" She asked, smiling.

George held out his arms, eager to hold her. She happily held out her arms as well. She hugged him right back, their arms tightly around each other's midriffs.

They let go, and she nestled herself between the two, with George now pressed against her back, it was a comfortable feel. She was facing Ringo, her eyes met his, he leaned in and gave her a soft peck.

"We missed you," George murmured, his voice low. He tickled her ear with his teeth, he wanted his words to resonate with her.

"Oh?" She teased, turning to look up at him, their noses touching.

Ringo chimed in, slightly moving closer, "I missed you a bit more, I reckon."

"Yeah, our mermaid on the shore," George whispered dreamily, his hand finding her waist. He shifted her closer to him, her arse now against his crotch.

She could feel George getting stiff against her, but she thought to tease him. She didn't want to satiate his needs on the beach, not today anyway. 

"What are you doing?" She asked playfully. 

"Just trying to get you closer, love. Can you blame me? Look at you."

"Feeling a bit daring, are we?"

"Aye, you're irresistible."

Y/N's laughter was a sultry invitation, a coy and sensual response to George's audaciousness. She teased him further and shifted away from his prick. 

Ringo couldn't help but feel a pang of possessiveness. Though he could perfectly bear seeing them close, their intimacy was just a reminder they had to share, and share he did. 

Ringo began, "I love you, Y/N." 

He didn't give her a chance to say it back and kissed her soon after his declaration.

She giggled against his lips, she found everything they did so endearing, even when it was the opposite. 

His kiss deepened so she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. George watched intently with arousal, though slightly disheartened. He understood the game being played, and it was simply to love her. 

Ringo's lips found her neck, each kiss made her laugh obnoxiously. She found herself put on her back, right against the blanket. 

"Not here," she groaned.

She put a hand against his chest and he pulled away, leaving her breathless. 

"Yet, you mean. Not yet." Ringo retorted. 

With a coy look in her eye, she whispered, "The beach is sacred, you know. It's our little haven, we can't take away its innocence and have a shag."

"Well, I think you've had enough of this water-play, love. You've been at it since we bloody came." Ringo said, he shot her a mock stern look. "And what's that you said? We can't fuck you on the beach?" 

She looked away, feigning innocence. "Oh, I can't help it, Richie."

"You'll turn into a fish at this rate!" George quipped.

"Aye, we thought we lost you at sea before, love!" Ringo stated dramatically, cupping her face.

She pouted, "You two act like I ran off with the sea, can't help it if it calls me sometimes."

"Well, we'd best make sure he doesn't steal you away completely then," George joked.

"Never."

As she settled, she turned her attention to the small picnic basket one of them had brought.

"What's in it then?" She asked.

Ringo reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of white wine and a pack of cigarettes.

"No food?" Her question was only half joking, she was hungry.

He chucked and shook his head, he got steady uncorking the bottle for them.

George chuckled, leaning in to kiss her neck. "We'll eat inside. We'll cook something together, won't we?"

"Oh, yes, we will." She gasped, excited. 

"But what?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dunno, but we'll ransack the place for something." George laughed. 

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation at his little domestic request. Evenings like that were a natural perfection and made her envision a tangible future with them. 

They all sat spread on the blanket. Ringo had uncorked the bottle, there were no cups, but that hardly mattered.

With a flourish, he passed it to George, who took a hearty swig, savouring the taste.

She eagerly accepted the bottle from George and took a long gulp, the wine warmed her from the inside out.

Ringo's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Not leaving much for us, are you?"

As the bottle made its rounds, laughter mingled with the soft lapping of the waves.

Y/N eventually reclined on the blanket, her body sinking into the warm sand. She let out a contented sigh, her heart brimming with affection for the two men beside her.

"You two..." Her voice was soft and her eyes were glassy, "I adore you both."

Ringo's eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiled. "Oh, we know, love," he replied, his fingers brushing against hers as he took back the bottle. "And we adore you too."

"Adoration? That's a strong word, love." George teased. 

 

She sighed, "I have wishes for a future, you know." 

 

Ringo raised an eyebrow, "Are they modest wishes?" 

 

George chimed in with a chuckle, "Perhaps a holiday on the moon next?" 

George, his embrace still snug, seemed to have lightly succumbed to the wine, his movements more languid.

 

She laughed with them, her heart swelled with affection, "Something like that."

A sigh escaped her lips as she shifted on the blanket, the world a blur of sensations. "I mean, I wanna stay here forever," she confessed, her voice a hazy murmur.

George and Ringo exchanged a funny glance, Y/N's brows furrowed. 

"I'm serious," she insisted. 

Ringo's voice cut through the moment, "Shall we head inside?" She and George shared a look then nodded in unison. 

The trio gathered their things, and Y/N slipped an oversized shirt over herself, George's hands helped her into the fabric. 

As they made their way inside, Ringo made his way up the trail swiftly. George's hand found hers, his gaze warm.

In the quiet moment as they followed behind, she found herself reflecting on their relationship. It was wholly unconventional, yes, but it was theirs, and she cherished it deeply and hoped they did too. 

#the beatles #60s rock #the beatles imagine #the beatles smuts #the beatles x reader #vintage #spotify #george harrison imagine #george harrison x reader #ringo starr #ringo starkey #ringo starr x reader #paul mccartney #john lennon #classic rock #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles fandom

[makemeactup]

Ringo Starr x Reader - After You

Summary: Brave with alcohol, you and Ringo cuddle up and cut the tension — despite the fact he's technically your business client.

A/N: fluff, fluff, mutual pining... enjoy!

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Everytime his lips brushed your neck, you swore you saw stars. Your skin erupted into goosebumps, grip on his biceps tightening for a second; it was just enough to spur him on and keep you planted, ignoring the bustle of the party and the drunken chatter.

His rings were cold when he would occasionally brush the hair from your eyes and they'd touch your flushed cheeks. His voice was low, breath hot when he'd speak into your ear and it'd fan across you. And for a long time, you stayed like this; tension thick, holding onto each other and chatting as if nobody else existed.

It was wrong, you both knew that. Ringo was your friend, your client, as you were his. And yet finally bathed in his attention, neither of you would dare to pull away.

It had been building up for months, when he'd met you at a photo shoot. Your beauty caught his eye, and your personality and jokes made him stay. You'd met up for drinks since then, had dinner together. But it was all under the thinly veiled guise of business or it just being between friends.

You found yourself craving his gaze and attention. You found yourself finding any excuse to touch him; a playful push after a joke, a hand on the shoulder farewell, a hug hello. He'd call you up randomly, and even sent you a few postcards. When you'd meet in the studio, he'd be the first to say hello and the last to leave.

You were smitten. His smile, his humour. Everything. You'd hoped he was nursing a similar feeling.

Clearly, with alcohol plenty and vibes great, he was.

Ringo smiled down at you, so warm and inviting and yet holding something new. Desire, want, an eager need to drink you in as he had the bottomless bar. He got lost in your eyes, and God was it so easily done.

"Ringo," You spoke after what felt like hours, needing no words to hook him in.

He leaned in a little towards you, nose ghosting yours and tickling as he spoke: "Yes, love?"

"Ringo," You repeated, tone more firm.

Your hand found the lapel of his deliciously unbuttoned shirt (just enough to tease his chest), giving it a few tugs and tilting your head. There was a long moment of intense eye contact, his usually bright blue eyes now dark with emotion and instinct.

Needing nothing more, Ringo closed the gap and kissed you. It was firm but hesitant, as if the slightest movement could make you pull away and slap him as he'd seen happen to Paul. But instead you pulled him closer, eyes fluttering closed and thigh crushing into his as you shuffled up. The hand at his bicep moved to his hair, playing with strands.

His hand found your cheek, the cool sting of his rings making you softly whine — Ringo swore he'd felt his heart stop, arousal and desire pooling thick in his stomach and heating him up from the inside out. It grew desperate quickly after that, and if not for the party happening around you, he'd have laid you down on the couch.

Pulling away, much to his mild chagrin, you offered a breathless, beaming grin. Now it was your turn to whisper in his ear, an action he aided by leaning down and turning his head, offering his ear.

"Meet me upstairs."

#the beatles x reader #Ringo Starr x Reader #Mine. #KISS KISS KISS

[harrisonarchive]

George taking a photograph from the side of the stage at a Crosby Stills Nash & Young concert at Wembley Stadium in September 1974 (photo by Gijsbert Hanekroot/Redferns/Getty Images); with David Crosby in 1967 (photo by Leslie Bryce); George and Stephen Stills in the studio, 1970 (scanned from the CD liner notes for Doris Troy‘s Apple Records album).

“I first met George in 1959. We kept in touch throughout our lives, meeting up over the years. I miss him very much. He was a good friend. He was a gentleman, and I don’t say that lightly.” - Graham Nash, Liverpool Echo, November 28, 2011

“Some of the stuff we did in the studio [for Troy’s self-titled Apple album], I’d be messing around on the piano and somebody would walk over and say, what is that? I’d say, this is what I got so far. And they’d go, okay, try this, try this, and that’s how come on the [songwriting credits] you see Ringo [Starr] on some of it, Stephen Stills on some of it, and George.” - Doris Troy, Unknown Legends of Rock ‘n’ Roll (1998)

"I’d worked on a Doris Troy album for Apple. And I was hanging out with George Harrison, Ringo and Eric Clapton, among others when I made my first solo album, Stephen Stills. Eric was coming by the house for a tickle, and a lot of work got done in between a two-year party at Ronnie Wood’s place. Not that Ronnie ever invited me. Going to Apple while The Beatles were breaking up was heavy for a kid from Florida. I’m in a studio with the fucking Beatles? Huh? It was very affirming when they told me: 'Go ahead and do your thing.' But then they’d say: 'But don’t get too successful. This is a small island, there’s not enough room at the top for everyone.'" - Stephen Stills, Louder, May 12, 2014

“George would invite me over for dinner. Actually, George was the one I connected with the most. He was my best friend in that band, although I'm still really good friends with Ringo.” - David Crosby, Music Radar, February 8, 2014

“[George] was my favorite Beatle” - David Crosby, Twitter, February 20, 2015

Q: “memory of George Harrison?” David Crosby: “Wonderful man” - Twitter, March 22, 2015

“They were much more real than we thought, and they were much nicer to us. And particularly George, who’s like, was just the nicest guy you could ask for. He was tough and he was smart and he didn’t kiss your butt, but he was — he was a kind human being, right? I became friends with George to the point where he started talking to me about stuff that mattered. I had just been turned on to Ravi Shankar. Somebody gave me his record, and I had it in my suitcase. And I gave it to George. And that had repercussions. He goes to India because he loves Indian music, and he meets this teacher, right? The Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. […] And I wanted to tell him, ‘Take it with a grain of salt.’ Hell, I wanted to tell him, ‘Take it with a whole shaker full of salt,’ I wanted to say that to George, I wanted to say, ‘Be skeptical.’ […] I was afraid I’d blow the friendship, absolutely. Because he was so valuable to me, and the guy was — he knew everything that I needed to know, he was doing what I wanted to do, he was nice about it, he was, like, my hero. So I couldn’t tell him the truth. Well, so I wrote him a song, I wrote him a song called ‘Laughing.’” - Storytime With Seth Rogen, October 12, 2021 (x) (x)

#David Crosby #Graham Nash #Stephen Stills #George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #Doris Troy #1970s #1960s #The Beatles #The Byrds #CSN #long read

[kimmclagan]

"When I was first introduced to Ringo in Tramp, the London nightclub, I didn't see anything but his big, beautiful, deep blue eyes. He asked if my waist-length hair was my own, then tugged it to check. I replied: 'You could never buy hair like this in a store.' Somehow over that drink the conversation got around to how Ringo hates New York because it's full of cockroaches, so we clinked glasses and toasted the death of all cockroaches. I said he reminded me of Humphrey Bogart. Ringo - by this time I was calling him Richard - suavely lit two cigarettes in his mouth and gave me one. I couldn't help giggling. I thought he was doing a Bogart. Then I realised it was Paul Henreid who did that for Bette Davis in Now Voyager. As we held hands under the table, he asked if I would go to Vienna with him next day. I couldn't make up my mind. Ringo took me to a Mayfair disco and gave the doorman £100 to open up in the wee small hours so that we could dance for an hour. When Ringo toasted us with champagne he joked, 'The bubbles tickle my nose.' He has quite a large nose. It's quite adorable but his whole nose seemed to go right down into the champagne glass. Then Ringo's ex-wife Maureen happened to come up, stared, looked me up and down and joked: 'Who is this, Ringo, the next Mrs Starkey?' Ringo answered gently, 'Maybe Maureen, but be sure you'll be the first to know.' She was dismissed. He mentioned Vienna again, assuring me he wasn't in the habit of picking up girls and flying of with them."

      Stephanie made her mind up this time, collected her clothes and moved into Ringo's Dorchester Hotel suite.

      "I thought 'My God, I'm going to have to sleep with this man tonight.' I stared at the two double beds. I didn't want to sleep with him, have sex with him. I wanted to get to know him first. 'It's alright darlin,' Ringo said. 'That's your bed and the other one's mine.' I usually sleep in a football sweatshirt with knee socks but I thought, 'I can't put them on.' So I put on a nightgown..Ringo looked over the top of his newspaper and said, 'On second thoughts, darlin', that's your bed and it's my bed too -but only if you want it to be.' I said yes I want it to be that way for now. But I fell fast asleep and an hour and 15 minutes later I woke up to find Ringo standing over my bed. I honestly thought I was dreaming. He said it was time to get dressed and leave for the airport.

      "Later as we drove into Vienna from the airport, I wanted to use the bathroom. So we stopped at a little bar. Ringo insisted on coming with me and standing guard outside the ladies. Can you imagine? He has such good manners. Like the time he was in bed and found he had his back to me. He apologised and turned to face me - even though we were in the dark. Though we were already 'in like with each other,' as Ringo put it, that's where our days and nights of passion started, in that kingsize bed in the Bristol Hotel, Vienna... It suprised Ringo that I was so inexperienced, I think he was pleased I hadn't slept with many men."

- Stephanie La Motta on her relationship with Ringo Starr.

#1970s #stephanie la motta #ringo starr #the beatles #groupies #i love him 😩

[doingthingsthewriteway]

Moss

request: yes

summary: Daisy Pt. 2. More trials (and a lot of fluff) between doc and daisy

Doc Holliday was a lot of things and stupid was not on that list. Something that often got him in a heap of trouble was his education. Quick witted remarks in a variety of languages would swirl around his brain, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. He was well versed in novels, theater, nocturnes, and even a dash of politics. His understanding of God and the universe was also impressive. 

So no, he certainly wasn’t stupid. Why then was his Daisy hiding things from him? Did she think his male nature made him inherently oblivious to the state of things? Clearly something was wrong. 

Smoke from a pipe- not a cigar nor cigarette but herbs his Y/N read about to ease his pain thank you very much- billowed around swirling with all of his doubts. Doc puffed away as he thought back on all of the recent nonsense. 

First was subtle. One fine evening, Doc’s family gathered in the Oriental. He felt himself glow with pride as the Earp’s and Y/N surrounded him each night. Sometimes he thought he was delirious with another fever as the sound of laughter and touches of affection enveloped him. 

That evening, however, as he waited patiently for Y/N return to his lap, a frown furrowed his handsome face. She balanced on his thighs, glass in hand. “Darlin’?” He tapped the glass with a hesitant finger. “You switch to gin?” 

Her laugh was enough to erase the frown. “No, huckleberry, I thought we could benefit from some water. I still don’t want you drinking, can’t live without you.”

“Oh hell, honey, you’re stuck with my nonsense for the rest of your life.” Her pretty eyelashes and bustle free legs were enough to make him forget. 

Then, all together, Y/N stopped their evening nightcap. Now, yes he needed to quit his drinking to excess, but a glass of bourbon with his baby every night surely was not a problem. Doc wondered if going to the Oriental every night reminded his bride of his affair, which seemed reasonable. Certainly not willing to be on the receiving end of her wrath anytime soon, he let that go. 

Next was more straight forward. Wyatt had received tickets for boxsets at the Birdcage. Y/N loved Faust so naturally Doc jumped at the chance for a family outing. His darling all but squealed with delight when Doc sauntered into suite, with a dress bag slung over his arm. 

“May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the depths of hell tonight, Mrs. Holliday?” Mustached lips tickled up her arm, over her collarbone, and down to her cleavage. 

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Holliday!” Taking the dress out of the brown wrapping, she gasped. “Oh, John!” It was her turn to sprinkle his gruff face with kisses. 

The maroon silk looked downright sinful on his bride (and she thought the exact same thing about his matching waist coat). The Hollidays were a sight to behold in Tombstone. With her on his arm, Doc felt all the southern gentry he was raised in. Nothing could make him feel unworthy of power or love. 

Settled in the dim theater, Y/N fanned herself, a rush of heat hitting her. A holler from the floor seats broke her trance and drew her eyes of the one she despised most. Johnny Ringo practically howled at her, tongue wagging like a rabid dog. 

“Pay no mind to Mr. Ringo.” A gentle hand grasped her chin and forced her attention back to Doc, where it belong he reasoned. “Only I may purchase your soul.” 

Y/N’s eyes fluttered and hummed in delight. “You already have, Doc.” That settled his swirling doubts. Yes, he liked to think he held her soul inside his own. His soul clutching to hers in order to survive. He owned her, not in an oppressive sense. Not like how his father view his mother, but in the way that she was his and his alone and he could proudly say the same. 

Yet, just shy of intermission his darling uttered a “oh fuck” under her breath. Doc chuckled, eyebrow quirked in amusement. Yet before he could comment on the lewd nature of his otherwise polite wife, she was grasping her skirts and rushing out of the box. 

Before he could even move, Allie Earp ran after his wife. Looking at the remaining Earps- excluding Wyatt who looked all too close to committing something dangerous- Doc glared. “Something I don’t know?” 

“Lady stuff?” Morgan suggested earning a grunt of support from Virgil. 

At intermission, Doc found his wife with Allie. Allie had the audacity to grin at Doc, blue eyes twinkling. “Doctor is in.” She giggled. 

And yes, normally Doc would have ate that up. Reveling in the limelight and delightful female attention. However, normally Doc was the unstable one and not his wife.  Still, he couldn’t help himself from saying a charming, “It seems my favorite patient is ill.” 

“I’m fine, Doc.” Y/N offered a grimace of a smile. Slowly standing, she took the fan from Allie. “Just got too hot all of a sudden.” 

Nodding, if only to avoid adding another public confrontation to the history of their relationship, Doc ordered a tonic water from the bar and escorted his wife back to their seats. Allie just chittering all the way. 

The final straw was down right offensive. Doc enjoyed few things more than waking up in the early hours of the morning when the sun was just beginning to think of rising and loving his wife. She was always so eager from a nights rest that she just folded into him. His lungs weren’t heavy from a full day allowing him to thrust and grunt for a glorious eternity. 

Yet, every morning that past week when he rolled over she was gone. He’d call out her name practically mewling with need only to be met with silence. Ignoring the hurt that struck his heart, he’d go back to bed. 

Finally, this morning was the last straw. He figured he’d stay awake, greet her entering their room. The longer he sat awake, pipe in hand, the wilder this thoughts went. Doc prided himself in a remarkably even temper but fear was ensnaring his rationality. 

A dose of opium sounded wonderful right about now. It would just calm his nerves, make it so he wouldn’t lash out. Last thing he wanted to do to his daisy was be mean. Lord knows he’s hurt her enough. He was sure he had a vial tucked away somewhere. 

By the time she entered their room, Doc was in tears. Red eyes narrowed into a glare at her. She gasped. “Doc, are you alright?” 

A rumbling cough worked its way out his lungs. “Daisy, I am rolling.” He hissed. Standing from his spot by the window, he grabbed his cane for balance. “Awful late night for you though.” 

“Are you high?” 

“I hardly see the need in answering that.” He snipped. “It’s quite obvious we both are up to things we shouldn’t be.” 

“Now, John, listen to me.”

“Is it to get back at me? Do you think my heart doesn’t hurt when you leave me?” 

“John, please just trust me.” her voice wobbled with tears. 

“I know I’ve not been the best husband to you-“

“You’ve been wonderful.” 

“Stop lying.” The opium only made his accent stronger. “Please just be honest with me, my soul can’t bare it any longer.” 

With a sad smile, Y/N crossed the floor to her husband. One hand tenderly held his cheek, wiping away at trailing tears. The other reached for his own, pressing a key into his palm. “Get dressed and follow me.” 

Confused, dazed, spellbound by his bride he dressed quickly. She held her arm out to him knowing his pride would much prefer her to stabilize him than his cane. “I’ve not been truthful and I am so very sorry for that Doc, but I hope you’ll forgive me.” 

They walked the dusty streets of Tombstone together. The early morning air left their lungs clear. Cactus clung to the early morning dew as the couple clung to each other. Near the edge of town, Y/N paused in front of a stately Greek Revival home. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked nuzzling into his neck. 

“Yes, though it is difficult to find anything that compares to you darlin’.” 

With warm cheeks, Y/N giggled. “Try the key Doc.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Doc sputtered pulling away in shock. 

“Try the key.” 

A burst of speed had him rushing to the door. Rocking chairs lined the porch, tucked safely behind columns. The key slide in perfectly. Her name was all he could sigh, tears welling in his eyes again. 

Joining him, she nudged him forward. “I’ll give you the tour.” 

While still barren of furniture, the grand home had billowing curtains with long windows that ached of home. As Y/N rattled on about something to do with paint colors Doc waved a hand of dismissal not really caring how she wanted to paint. 

“How?” He managed to grunt,masking his emotion with a forced cough. 

“I was left an impressive about of money in a will.” A small smile tugged on her lips. “A great aunt everyone else hated. The only stipulation was to use it for my family.” 

A tug on his hand led up him the stately staircase. “I was thinking our bedroom could be here if-“ 

“I can handle them darlin’. Don’t you worry about me.” 

The next door was shut, Y/N’s eyes glittering with mischief. “This is your second surprise.” 

“Oh if this is one of those sinful European things-“Doc paused as the door opened revealing the only painted room in the house. 

gentle moss green walls greeted him. A canopy hung from the ceiling, the netting protecting a crib. “Daisy? Are you in a delicate way?” His green eyes flickered from her face to the perky bodice of her dress  to her tummy. 

A nod of her head confirmed. his heart nearly burst out his chest. A joyful laugh tickled out his throat. He didn’t give a damn what would be said about him now, his wife was carrying his baby. His. 

Nudging her nose against his, she leaned in to capture his lips pulling softly on the plump skin. Words weren’t needed as they removed each layer of clothing from each other. Fingers interlocked as they lay together on the soft mossy green rug below them. 

#doc holliday imagine #doc holliday x reader #doc holliday imagines #val kilmer x reader #val kilmer imagine #val kilmer imagines #tombstone imagines

[comfortablecomfort]

If the main four met some squirmles

(So, I know that this is kind of the same thing as the tickle headcanons, but whatever let's get it)

Edd:

•He found some on his doorstep and he was a little confused by them at first.

•But they looked cold and hungry so he took them inside

•The Others had no idea why Edd brought them in, but Edd was positive about them

•He's very motherly towards them and he loves them

•Feeds them alot

•He also makes them hang out with Ringo, that is if she isn't trying to eat the poor things

•He also gets tickle attacks

•He doesn't mind though

•One of the squirmles crawled into his innie, and he would not stop snorting and laughing

•They love his little noises

•"EHEHEHAHA! *snort* GEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHERE!"

•They're his babies

Tom:

•He found them pretty weird

•He found them while on the way to the bar after a heated argument with Tord

•He left them behind, but they wouldn't stop following him

•So Tom said fuck it and brought them home

•He's a decent owner

•He kinda loves them and tries his best to raise them

•He called a blue squirmle, Tom Jr

•He HATES it when they tickle him

•The squirmles love teasing him about too imo

•He always cusses at them when they tickle him

•"STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT, YOU LIHIHITTLE SHIHITS!"

•He wishes he could get them back

•But he really can't stay mad at them

Matt:

•He thinks they're the most adorable beings ever

•He squealed and spun them around when he found some

•They totally didn't get dizzy

•He's not the best when it comes to taking care of them, but he still loves them

•He loves to dress them in little outfits, some don't mind, the others kind of find it annoying

•They tickle him a lot because of how sensitive he is

•His laugh is super squealy and cute to them!

•One of the squirmles crawled all over his face during one of their attacks

•"NAHAHAHA N-NOT THE FAHAHAHACE!"

Tord:

•He found them interesting and decided to experiment on them

•He found some crawling around in his office and took them in

•He saw them as test subjects at first, but he got used to them

•He started to feed them and raise them

•He felt a little more focused on being the Red Leader tho

•The squirmles don't really tickle him a lot, but when they do, it's kinda priceless

•"HEHEHEY! STAHAP WIGGLING AROHOHOUND!"

•Red Leader might need to be knocked down a peg

(There we goooo!)

#eddsworld #eddsworld tickles #lee!tom #ticklish!tom #lee!edd #ticklish!edd #lee!tord #ticklish!tord #lee!matt #ticklish!matt #squirmles

[guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes]

Anonymous request:

hey there! I absolutely adore all of your work and thought I would submit a fic request!

I thought it would be super cute if the other beatles tickled paul to either wake him up (I know that George actually did that in real life!) or to cheer him up, whichever you prefer!

Thank you so much! Hope you're enjoying the holidays! <3 :)

Lee: Paul

Ler: George, John, and Ringo

Wakeup, Paul!

1963

The Beatles had just finished recording Please Please Me and it had become a huge success. Copies were selling like mad and the Beatles had started their first tour through England. It wasn't huge, but compared to playing in dirty bars in Hamburg, this was luxury.

Brian had given his usual knock on the hotel room door, letting them know they had thirty minutes before having to be outside in the van. George had already been awake, adrenaline pumping through his veins. John and Ringo took their morning routine much slower, still groggy from the previous performance. And then their was Paul... still fast asleep.

John was in the loo, cursing at his hair, that he couldn't seem to tame. He peeked out to take a look at Paul who was still asleep with his cheek pressed against the pillow.

John sighed and walked over to him. "Ey Paul, time to get up now." But their was no response, so John tried a bit louder.

"Paul, you git! Wakeup!"

Nothing.

"PAUL!"

"Is he still not up?" Ringo, who was packing the last of his suitcase, asked.

"No, he's not." John sighed. Just then, George entered the room.

"Eppy wants up down in twenty minutes." George said.

"Well he ain't getting nothing if we can't wake Paul." Ringo said.

"He's still not awake?" George asked, walking over to where John stood by Paul.

"No. I swear, he'd sleep through a hurricane." John said.

"Ya know, there is something I used to do to Paul. When we would go hitchhiking in Wales and I couldn't get him up." George said with a grin.

"What is it?" Ringo asked, joining the others.

Paul's toes were sticking out from under the sheets. George carefully pulled them so that Paul's whole foot was exposed. George gently dragged a finger over Paul's foot, then moved on to wiggling his fingers over his whole foot. Paul giggled in his sleep and twitched his foot. John and Ringo looked at George with amused faces.

"Bet you never knew our little Paulie was ticklish!" George grinned. "I found out when we were younger. So what do you say lads, should we get to work?"

John and Ringo grinned evilly at each other and each choose a place. George sticking with one of Paul's feet, John with his stomach, and Ringo with Paul's other foot.

John gently picked up the blanket and up it aside, then moved up Paul's pajama shirt, so that his tummy was fully exposed.

They started off slowly, just gently wiggling their fingers over the sensitive skin, then moved on to wiggling their fingers a bit harder over Paul's feet and tummy.

John began tickling Paul all over his belly while Ringo opted to hold down both of Paul's feet as George continued to tickle them. After another minute of tickling Paul, his eyes finally bolted open.

"Ay, has our little Paulie finally been awoken from his beauty sleep?" John asked with a smirk.

"Sod off, ya daft git!" Paul said, pulling his shirt down and tugging his feet out of Ringo and George's grip. "What in hell were you doing?"

"Well you were the only one still asleep and none of us could get you up." John said cheekily. "That is until George told us a secret about you."

Paul looked at George angrily while George tried his hardest not to smirk. With Paul's baby face, he looked like an angry bunny.

"You never mentioned to us that our little Paulie is ticklish!" John said in one of his silly voices.

As much as Paul was angry, he couldn't help but giggle a bit at John.

"Common. Eppy wants us down in fifteen minutes." Ringo said, getting off the bed to get the last of his things. George got off the bed along with him while John stayed with Paul.

"Just so you know," John whispered into Paul's ear, "I'm expecting more of this in the near future!"

John quickly tickled Paul's belly before jumping off the bed from where he was sitting. Let's just say, the hotel room later that night was filled with laughter from both Paul and John.

#rock music #the beatles #fanfiction #john paul george and ringo #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #request #george harrison #fanfic #tickle content #tickle scenarios #tickle fluff #tickle fic #tickle

[ashaleeleedagurl]

[Birthday Surprise]

Ler(s): Matt, Tord, Tom, {slight Ringo}

Lee: Edd

Edd was out of the house and his roommates decided to throw Edd a surprise party for his birthday. Little did Edd know, it wasn't any surprise party, it was a special surprise party.

After a few minutes passed and Edd returned home with a few groceries, being scared because the lights were off (in my hc, Edd is scared of the dark, deal with it).

Edd stammered as he tried to find the light switch "G-G-Guys! W-Where are y-you?!" He eventually found it and Matt, Tord, and Tom said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

Edd stumbled back and started hyperventilating, trying to get his mind cleared. Tom, Edd's bff, walked up to him and hugged the taller roommate.

"Happy birthday bud..."

Edd hugged back and looked at Tom, who was about to cry "Are you ok Tom?" Edd didn't find it as funny as Tord did but tried to calm him down.

"What's this about?" Edd asked, slightly confused, until Tord pulled out a box that was from the pet store.

Edd opened it, as it said 'FRAGILE', and took out a small, grey cat that nuzzled against his face.

Edd giggled and pulled it against his chest.

"This might be stupid, but Imma call you Ringo!" Edd said happily as Tord and Matt walked up to him, smug looks on their faces.

"Guess you like your surprise" Tord told him.

Matt spoke up and said "Because we're not done yet, Eddy"

Edd looked at them in confusion as Tom started tickling Edd's body, making Edd laugh, blushing hysterically.

Tord and Matt joined in slightly after, as Ringo nuzzled against Edd's neck.

Edd had his bff (Tom), secondary bff (Tord), his boyfriend (Matt), and his cat (Ringo) all tickling him.

"STOHOHOP, IHIHI CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!!!!" Edd screamed, tears running down his face once Matt started licking Edd's belly.

Eventually, everyone stopped, leaving Edd on the floor, his face bright pink, and tears staining his face "Ihi hahate you guys soho muhuhch" Edd said as he tried to get up.

Matt kissed him, whispering in his ear "Happy birthday babe" Edd kissed back and said "Thahanks"

Ringo fell asleep on him as they watched a movie, Edd laying on Matt, and Tord and Tom asleep on the floor.

Ringo quietly "merow.." and Edd looked at her in a happy-sleepy manner.

They all eventually fell asleep and Edd couldn't help but open one eye and whisper "Thanks for the surprise guys"

All I can say is Happy Birthday Edd!

#eddsworld tickles #eddmatt #tomtord #HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDD!!!

[sodorsteam]

Rook Lore (fluffy edition)

i like to think that in canon, Rook is the fluffiest, fattest boy anyone has seen on the island of Sodor.

partially because he has the teratoform which is naturally floofy and soft, and partially because he’s just obsessed with treats - as a monster AND as an engine.

it really tickles me to think of him in like, the model series with this little fixation -

Extremely Ringo Star voice over footage of the little purple M7 model with his ‘default smiling face’, just alone at the station in the late afternoon light:

When Rook left from Knapford station that day he was STILL thinking about the little pink cake that the refreshment lady had given him.

“goodness me, goodness me” Rook said, “does this mean there are even MORE things this tasty in the world?! crumbling headstones, now remarkable!” And with that the chuffered away, carrying on about iced tea cakes…”

baby.

#rook 141 #rook the funeral engine #rook lore

[elyuzts-echo]

hey! i hope your day is going great <3 idk if you’re currently open for requests or if you’re writing now at all, but i’m dying for some lee!george harrison. he’s such a cutie and deserves tickles. if you’re not writing right now, you can always decline or ignore. no pressure <3

GEORGE HARIRISOSNNSNSN!!!

ok since im feeling VERY generous today (i did 11 sprint-laps around my local court earlier), i shall grant you, beatlee anon... A tickle fic! (sorry for the late answer btw, but my my... may we be moots for george harrison? /j /nf)

"All these years... And it's only now I heard?"

Sum: During a practice (probably in 1967), Ringo accidentally finds something quite interesting about the lad himself, George.

Band practices were tiring. Knowing that there's an expectation and standard you are almost required to try to reach is tiring. The Beatles were no exception to it, as of their time, they were known as the no.1 band.

As the band was practicing for a couple songs that were soon to be featured on their album, "Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band", George was finding himself to be a bit drowsy. Sleepy almost.

George sat back in his chair, which wasn't all that comfy, and sighed. Closing his eyes as he listened to the faint playful arguing of John and Paul in the background. He ran a hand through his soft hair, seeming exhausted after countless hours of playing guitar over and over again.

Ringo was taking a sip of water from his bottle, as he drank, he noticed from the corner of his eye the guitarist almost falling asleep. He quickly put down his bottle and quietly walked over to George.

Once the drummer got to where George was, he softly poked the other male's side. "George, George. Wake up," Ringo said calmingly. "Here, bottle o' water." the drummer added on, handing George a water bottle.

As soon as George felt the poke on his side, he instantly opened his eyes and jumped out of his seat. Letting out a noise akin to a squeak. "...Oh. Thanks." George murmured, taking the bottle of water and drinking from it. Setting it down on the floor.

Ringo's blue eyes looked at George for a moment, a bit surprised on the guitarist's reaction.

"What was that sound?" Ringo asked.

"What sound, aye?" George asked. Pretending as if he didn't let the cutest sound out.

"Yknow, that sound." Ringo added on.

"What sound?" George questioned Ringo. Raising his eyebrows as he let the guitar hang off the strap that was around his shoulder.

"Come on - That sound you made. When I did this." Ringo said, poking George's side again. Making George let out a squeak. After a while, Ringo finally got it. He stepped back, as his eyes were tinted with a bit of excitement and fondness over his new discovery.

"You're tickl--!" Ringo exclaimed, but was cut off by George shushing him. "Ringo, you not tell anyone about this!" George said flusteredly, but also a bit loud. Getting John and Paul's attention.

"What's happening over there George?" Paul asked, crossing his arms with a small smirk. George just shook his head, "Nothin', nothin'." He reassured. Paul just gave a quick thumbs-up before continuing his conversation with John.

Ringo now had a playful grin on his face. "All these years... And it's only now I heard?" He asked teasingly, inching his hands closer to George's sides.

The guitarist had a smile of anticipation, giggling to himself already. "Ringo-- Ringo NO-!" George exclaimed, bursting into hearted giggles as Ringo squeezed his sides.

The guitarist squirmed, trying to be careful to not run over any wire or instruments as he tried to defend his ticklish sides.

"Rihingo!"

"Mh, yeah?

"Dohon't!!!"

"Don't what..?" Ringo asked with a more teasing tone.

"Tickle mehe!" George said before he burst into louder giggles as the drummer sped up his tickle attack on his bandmate.

Ringo's hands traveled up from George's sides to his ribs. And as his hands vibrated against his ribs, the guitarist squealed!

Squeal, I tell you! A very loud squeal as he tried to fight back. "RINGOHOHO!! Pleahahase!" He pleaded, unable to finish his sentence due to his laughter.

This just made Ringo even more excited, tickling his bandmate even more.

With that, Ringo and George finally got John and Paul's attention. George was flusteredly giggling, squealing, and maybe even snorting! Ringo was having the time of his life tickling George, while John and Paul watched, whispering to each other as they tried to hide a smile they couldn't wipe off.

"RIHNGOHO! *Snort!* PLEAHAHASE!" George pleaded even more, trying his best to stand up but ended up leaning onto Ringo as he couldn't resist the playful sensations shooting through his body. Specifically his lower ribs.

Aha!

Ringo stopped for a moment. And looked down at the giggly George who was leaning on him. "You--- You just snorted?" Ringo asked with a playful smile, though he already knew the answer, and then poked his lower ribs again. Causing George to snort. "*Snort!* Rihingo-!"

And... You already know the rest. Ringo continues to tickle George... And maybe even John and Paul help a bit.

~~

But after the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations that wrapped around George like a blanket, Ringo finally let go. George letting out left over giggles.

"Rihingo... Gohod." He murmured, looking over at the playful drummer as he ran a hand through his hair. "You are so dead next time you do that!" George said playfully. Ringo just giggled and patted George's back.

"Really? Well, at least I woke you up." Ringo said playfully. George just chuckled as well.

And so on, the others had quite a successful and productive practice today! George had a bit of slack at the first few songs, but was able to pick it up after Ringo threatened more tickles.

~ End!

#deaky's inbox has been awaken! #deaky's lil writings #the beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #tickle community #EEE!! I WAS SO HAPPY WRITING THIS!!

[themuppetmasterencyclopedia]

2/23/1970 – ‘VTR Sullivan Show – “Octopus Garden”’

Posted on February 24, 2014 by admin

Historical information provided by The Jim Henson Company Archivist:

When the Beatles’ album Abbey Road was released in the US on October 1, 1969, Jim got a copy and immediately found songs that spoke to him and that would make great material for his characters. It’s no surprise that the album’s fanciful, friendly track “Octopus’s Garden” would capture his attention and inspire several Muppet versions over the years. Fun and somewhat silly, the song celebrates imagination and the possibility of entering other worlds in a light and jaunty way. Jim first performed the song for the debut season of Sesame Street in late 1969. His scuba-diving character frolicked with Muppet sea creatures and, seemingly, with real fish, and used it as an opportunity to count up to 8. For Ed Sullivan, however, there was no need to include an educational message. The piece taped on February 23, 1970 to air as part of the March 1st show was pure entertainment. As Jim’s swimmer and a clam sang the lyrics written by Ringo Starr, the smart-mouthed Octopus (performed by Frank Oz) made every awful undersea pun possible – and he did it on porpoise! The bit ended in a typical Muppet way – the pun-making Octopus deservedly got eaten by a giant clam.

Just about six weeks later, Jim used another track from Abbey Road on The Ed Sullivan Show – “Come Together”. This, too, was a song with a sense of humor, and Jim was clearly tickled by the original words and visual possibilities. Jim’s passion for inventive language (seen in his appreciation for Lewis Carroll’s writing) made him recognize the potential for making John Lennon’s seemingly nonsensical words come to life. Not looking for a deeper meaning, Jim drew up his ideas for what the main guy, dubbed Flattop, and a Beatles-like band would look like. They sang about coming together, and, at the same time, Flattop fell to pieces. Once again, simply doing the opposite of what’s expected proved to be very funny.

Jim clearly enjoyed doing these bits, especially “Octopus’s Garden”, and did a third version of it on The Muppet Show with Miss Piggy as a comely mermaid. While he played it for laughs, the invitation to enjoy another world courtesy of a creative mind was part of the attraction for Jim. In some ways, it reminds us of the more wistful Sesame Street songs, “Imagination” by Joe Raposo and Jeff Moss’s “I Don’t Want To Live On The Moon” that Jim sang as his character Ernie.

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