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thebeatles-world · 1 year

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I still want you

Summary: George is in the recording studio with john, Ringo, and Paul and they are recording the song “I Want You (She’s So Heavy).”

While they are recording the song, George thinks about the argument that you guys had this morning and the other fights that you guys had previously which make him feel emotional so he secretly dedicates this song to you while singing and playing his guitar.

George’s P.O.V

I got to the studio running a few minutes behind. Me and Y/N got into a huge argument earlier today which made me run to the studio a bit late.

It was tough. Our marriage was going through a rocky road and I didn’t know what to do about it. The fights, the pettiness between me and her, the battle that we go through together. It was just tough.

I sighed as I put on my headphones and started strumming my guitar.

“There ye are! I thought you weren’t going to show up today.” I heard Paul say to me.

I nodded at him, still strumming my guitar.

I tried not to show my emotions in front of my bandmates. I didn’t want my mates to know that I was stressing out over my marriage.

“Alright, are we ready? Let’s begin recording.” I heard John say.

As we started with the intro, my mind came back to thinking about Y/N.

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad.

I started to have a flashback of me and y/n arguing one night…

“I told you to wash the dishes! That’s one simple chore I ask you to do George!” Y/N crossed her arms as she was getting frustrated at me.

“Whatever. I was having a stressful day at the studio Y/N. I can’t even come to my own home and have quality time with my wife. This is such rubbish!” I slammed my hand on the table.

“You don’t have to act like that George. All I ask is one thing and that’s it! That’s it! You don’t have to take your anger out on me.” Y/N begins to raise her voice at me.

“Oh right then. This is all my fault I suppose. Over some lousy dishes.” I shook my head in anger and headed towards our bedroom to cool down.

…

I looked over at my music notes sadly, still strumming my guitar. That memory played over my head once more before I concentrate on playing my guitar.

“Get back to work George,” I told myself, still playing my guitar.

Or what about this morning when you and y/n got into a heated argument and you told her that you needed relationship counseling before you ended up walking out of the marriage?

*Another Flashback*

“Bloody hell, I can’t take this anymore. I really can’t Y/N. The arguments. This whole battle of us yelling at each other. I can’t take this anymore. It’s either me and you go to marriage counseling or I end up getting a divorce from you.” I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“George you can’t be serious.” Y/N looked shocked. Her face suddenly changed from angry to sad. It secretly broke my heart just to see her sad.

“Oh, I am y/n. I had enough. I’m tired of this rubbish.” I said and walked away from her.

*end of flashback*

“I shouldn’t have said that. I still love her. I don’t ever want to lose her to another man.” I thought to myself.

With a heavy heart, I continue to play my guitar. It was hard not to get Y/N off my mind. My heart felt broken just thinking about losing her. I didn’t want to toss out our marriage like that.

I started to put a lot of emotion into singing and playing the guitar at the same time as I thought about Y/N.

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad, it's driving me

She's so

Heavy

Heavy, heavy, heavy

She's so

I sang emotionally and loudly just thinking about Y/N. This song was definitely for her. I wanted her so bad. I still want her. She always drove me mad, especially the first time I met her.

I continue singing emotionally and loudly while playing my guitar. I definitely did put a lot of emotions and effort into singing and playing the guitar. This song made me think of Y/N.

After we were finished singing and recording the song, I pulled out my headphones.

“Great job George, you had some wonderful vocals!” Paul said, patting my back.

“Yeah you could hear the emotions in his voice,” Ringo said.

“He must be going through something with Y/N.” John joked which made me chuckle.

I knew when I got home, I was going to bring Y/N some of her favorite flowers, cook her favorite dinner, run her a nice warm bath, apologize to her, and let her know that I still want her and I want her to be my wife for the rest of my life.

I was going to make love to her after her warm bath to show her that I adore her so much.

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beatleshalloween · 2 months

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I've decided to share this platform with any writer or artist who participated in a writing challenge from this page. If you have a story you want to promote, message me with the link and I'll share it here!

The requirement is it has to be Beatles related at least in connection with one or more of the band members.

Of course, during any challenge this will be paused until the challenge is over.

I look forward to seeing your work!

Much love!

✌️❤️⭐

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imagine-mokey · 2 months

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I really appreciate the variety of faces here! George, Paul, and John!

#fanfiction #the beatles #fanfic #beatles fan #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #sexy #mclennon cute #mclennon hot #mclennon fanfiction #mclennon fic #McLennon + 1 #john Paul and George #1960s

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yaggerdangs-remedy · 2 years

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Currently writing a Beatles AU fic centered on George and I am excited.

Also, please enjoy his seductive little vampire fangs, as a treat.

#the beatles #fan fic #beatles fanfiction #george harrison

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guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes · 9 months

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Here Today

Chapter Ten: "They're" Leaving Home

Author's Note:

So it's been a LONG TIME since I've updated this series, and I'm sorry for that. I've been having horrible writer's block, which is why it's taken me so long to get this out. However, during this time, I've been starting the next chapter to Here Today, which means it will be out sooner than usual.

In case you missed previous chapters:

August, 1960

"HAMBURG? OF ALL THE PLACES IN EUROPE YOU COULD CHOOSE, YOU CHOSE HAMBURG!" Mimi shouted at John in the doorway of the house with Paul, George, Stuart, and Pete standing in the doorway akwardly, holding their suitcases and instruments.

"Mimi, lots of other bands have gone there before. And we've got a lot of gigs scheduled there." John argued.

"And what about school? Hm? When do you plan to go back there?" Mimi asked with her hands on her hips.

"I'm not." John answered. "I'm dropping out to focus on the group."

"John, if you aren't even willing to stay in school, at least go out and get a real job!" Mimi said.

"Well I've got a real job Mimi! And we're leaving tonight!" John shouted.

With that, John grabbed his guitar case in his left hand and his suitcase in his right hand and stormed out of the house with his mates following behind him. But they only managed to just make it to the side walk before John heard his aunt yell out the window, "John Winston Lennon! Mark my words, you will never make a carrier out of playing a guitar."

John didn't even flinch at that. The two years of living with Mimi after Julia had died were awful and unbearable. John had managed to get into art school, but soon found his lessons to be long and wasteful to him. It also didn't help that this one girl was consistently being, at least to John, far too proper. Her name was Cynthia. Pretty girl though. John had struck up a conversation with her one day at a pub. He´d learned she was engaged. For some reason, John seemed to have feelings for her. The same he had for Paul. But this was wrong! No, Paul was the one he loved! He had to be.

Early the next morning, the five boys were awoken by a boat whistle and bright sunlight in their faces. Paul opened his eyes and rubbed them. He sat up from the benches the group were sleeping on and rubbed his aching back. He looked around. A few men on a dock were tying the boat to the dock and began unloading cargo.

Paul looked down at his legs to see George was still cuddled up to him, which he had a habit of doing when sleeping next to someone. Anyone who slept with George always woke up being cuddled. It was a bit annoying to Paul at first, but he grew to find it kinda sweet.

"Ey, Georgie." Paul said softly and rubbed his shoulder. George's eyes fluttered open sleepily. "Wanna help me get everyone up? We just arrived." George nodded and sat up, moaning at the aching in his back from sleeping on a hard wooden bench.

"I know. I didn't´t feel any better waking up ethier." Paul said.

The two boys went around waking everyone else. Paul always sort of felt a bit protective of George, always calling him Georgie. He felt a bit sorry for him. He was the youngest in the group and here he was in a completely new country to him at only seventeen. Paul vowed to look out for George while he was here. He was like his baby brother almost.

"Hey! Was denkst du, Kinder, was du tust?" Paul turned around to see a chubby tall man yelling at them in German.

"Eh, Stu, we need your translation skills." Paul said to Stewart, knowing he could speak German. Stewart rubbed his eyes and walked over to the man.

"Sir, wir sind eine Band hier aus Liverpool."

"Ja, das habe ich von den Instrumenten her vermutet."

"Ja, wir haben hier für ein paar Wochen Gigs geplant und wir dachten, ein Frachtschiff zu nehmen wäre der billigste Weg, um hierher zu kommen."

"Das ist in Ordnung. Einfach schnell absteigen. Wir müssen dieses Schiff zurück nach Liverpool schicken."

Stewart nooded at the man and walked back to the group.

"Well what'd he say?" John asked.

"Well I told him that we´re a rock band, which he guessed by the instruments, and that we took the cargo ship because it was the cheapest option. He told us it was fine and that he just needs us off." Stewart said.

"Well you lot heard the man. Lets go." John said, grabbing his bags. The group made their way off the ship and walked into the streets.

"Here we are boys!" John said, lifting his arms in the air with the city behind him.

"So where are we going?" Pete asked. "Have we even got a place to sleep."

"We´ll get to that." John said. "Now-"

"John." Paul said with a stiff voice. "We do have a place we´re going to, don´t we?"

"Yes McCartney, we do." John sneered, coming closer to Paul.

"Alright, where is it then?" Asked Paul. They were now nose to nose.

"Ok, I didn´t actually make plans of where we´re staying at." John mumbled.

"Then where the hell are we going?" George yelled, leaving the band a bit shocked at the normally quiet man raising his voice.

"I´m not sure. I was going to get that organized when we get to the gig we have tonight. It´s from 8:00 to 11:00." John said.

"Fine. Where is the gig?" Paul asked.

"I think the place is called The Indra Club." John said.

"You think?" Paul asked.

"Look McCartney, you want to go, the boat's right over there." John said, pointing to the boat about to leave the dock. "This is the life of a rock star. So ethier tough it up or go home!"

The others somewhat nodded their heads in agreement, then followed John, who was leading them. No one really knew where they were going to, they were all really just following John.

After about an hour of walking, they finally made it to the bar they were going to play at. It was a brick building at the corner of two streets. The band entered through the front doors and walked down the basement steps and into the bar.

"Ey." Stuart said softly, elbowing Paul's arm to get his attention. Paul turned around. "Have you noticed John's seemed a bit tense lately?"

"Well, yeah. But he did lose his mum." Paul said, trying to take John's side.

"But it's been two bloody years already!" Stewart said. "Wouldn't he 'ave... Gotten over it by now?"

"Not really that easy Stu. I mean, his relationship was a bit more complicated with his mum then mine was with me mother." Paul said, growing a bit sad at the conversation. Stuart patted Paul's arm a bit.

There were a few people in the bar. Hardly any, sitting at tables, talking, drinking. John noticed a girl with short blonde hair wiping down tables.

"Oy, bird!" John yelled at the girl, who looked up from the table she was cleaning.

"John!" Paul yelled and smacked his arm.

"Iz alright." The girl said in a German accent.

"Uh, we're The Quarrymen." Paul said, taking hold of the conversation. "We were supposed to play a gig here."

"Ah yez. I heard about you." The girl said with a smile. "I'm Astrid Kirchherr. I work here part time."

"Well 'ello Astrid luv. It's nice to meet you." Paul said with a wink and shook her hand, turning on his McCartney charm. Astrid giggled a bit.

"Astrid! Genug geflirtet! Sie müssen Tische abräumen!" A man yelled in Astrid's direction.

"Sir, das sind die Steinbrecher. Sie sind hier, um heute Abend einen Auftritt zu spielen." Astrid told the man.

"Oh ja, Astrid, sag ihnen, sie können mit dem Aufwärmen beginnen, dann sollten die Leute in einer halben Stunde eintreffen." The man said to her.

"Um, he said you guys can start warming up, then people will start coming in about half an hour." Astrid said. "He's Mr. Bilstein, by the way. He owns thiz pub."

Paul winked at Astrid, earning a dirty look from John, and joined the band on stage.

"So what the hell was that back there?" John asked Paul angerly.

"Just asking her a question." Paul said in an innocent, almost cocky way, while tuning his guitar. John walked closer to him on the small stage.

"You knew danm well what you were doing back there!" John growled. The two were now nose to nose.

"You really want to start this right now?" Paul asked seriously, trying to keep the peace while George, Stu, and Pete watched, confused.

John looked at the other three, then back to Paul. Then repeated that movement.

"Watch it, McCartney!" John growled low.

The performance went well. Well, as well as it could go with the tension between Paul and John. The other three members could feel the tension on the stage. They took turns giving concerned glances at each other throughout the show. There were about thirty people in the audience. By the last ten minutes of the performance, Astrid had taken a seat at one of the front tables, grinning and cheering at the ending of each song.

"Oh! You were wonderful!" Astrid cried when the band had made their way off the stage at the end of the show.

"Thankyou darling." Stewart said with a soft smile.

"I hope Mr. Bilstein wasn't too upset by you taking a ten minute break to watch the show." Pete asked concerned.

"Oh, not at all." Astrid replied, "My shift ended just fifteen minutez ago anyway."

"Well, could we buy you a drink?" Paul asked.

"Uh, actually, we couldn't." John said. "We really have to leave now."

"Oh, already?" Astrid asked, looking a bit sad.

"Oh, we'll be back tomorrow." Stewart quickly added. "You see, we're going to be playing here for the next few months."

"Oh, that'z great! I know the audience loved you tonight!" Astrid said with a smile. "So where will you be staying?"

Stewart looked at the girl with a nervous face, quickly trying to come up with something to say. After all, he couldn't just say that his band had no idea and would probably be homeless during their stay in Hamburg.

"Um, well you see-"

"Uh, we were going to stay at a hostel just a few miles away from here, but they cancelled the reservations we had planned." John made up an excuse. "So if you'll excuse us, we'll now be leaving to find another place to stay."

But just as John was turning around with his band following him, Astrid called out, "Well wait a minute, I might know a place you can stay."

John scuffed and continued to walk backstage where their bags were, but Paul turned around in interest and came back to Astrid, telling the band to wait up for him.

"And where might that be?" Paul asked with a smile.

"Well it'z not really the best place, as a matter of fact, it'z really horrible, but it'z free of charge." Astrid told him. "You see, about fifteen minutes from here, iz a movie theater, that show porn. But they have a small space that was once used as living quarterz for staff. It haz a few mattresses and a loo attached to it. Iz not exactly the best place, in fact, iz right next to the men's loo, but it'z indoors and it has heating for cooler weather."

"Are you sure we'd be able to stay their?" Paul asked, his nose scrunching up at the idea of having to live in some hole-in-the-wall for the next some months.

"My uncle owns the theater, so I'm sure I could persuade him to let you stay." Astrid said.

"Well, I'm sure I could persuade the guys to do it." Paul said.

After ten minutes, the band and Astrid were walking to the theater. It only took about ten seconds to convince George, Stewart, and Pete to go along with it. Though they hadn't imagined being forced to sleep in some dirty porn theater, they were happy to at last have some place in doors to sleep. As for John, it took nearly five minutes. Paul couldn't understand what it was with John not wanting to go along with anything that had to do with Astrid. She seemed like a nice girl. But John ignored her the entire way to the theater. The others made conversation, but John was silent.

Finally, they arrived. The outside was a gray brick building with prostitutes standing in the doorways and garbage littering the streets. Astrid was about to lead them in, when Paul gently grabbed her shoulder to stop her.

"THIS, is where we're staying?" He asked shocked. He had known when The Quarrymen had first left Liverpool, that their living arrangements weren't going to be the best, but he expected nothing like this!

"Yez, unfortunately the buildingz in this part of Hamburg are not the cleanezt, but this is the only place we really have." Astrid sighed.

The group continued their way into the theater. They were lead down a hallway, just past the ticket booth. Astrid took a moment to speak to whom the group assumed was her uncle. After a good ten minutes, Astrid came back to the group, telling them her uncle was going to let them stay. Once they reached the end of the hallway, Astrid pulled a key out of her front right pocket and opened the door. She flipped a light switch and a light fixture on the ceiling illuminated the room.

The room had beige colored walls. A short hallway lead into an open room with a two-seating sofa and a small television set that sat on the floor. A window gave a view of the street. In the corner was a small kitchen area that consisted of two cuboards, a sink, a mini fridge, and a microwave. There was a second hallway next to the kitchen area. Astrid showed the group where the bathroom and each bedroom was. There were three bedroooms. Each bedroom had two matresses laying on the floor, a dresser, and a lamp on the floor. The floors in all of the rooms were concreate.

"So thiz iz the whole place." Astrid said as she finished showing them the rest of the place and handed the key to Paul. "I'm sorry it'z dirty, it'z almost never used, but it'z still free if you all would still like to take it."

"Yes luv," Stuwart said in a flirtatious way, "We'll be glad to"

Later that night, everyone had put their things away and chosen their rooms. Paul and John decided they would share a room, as did Stewart and Pete, and George was given the smaller room to himself.

It was about one in the morning. Everyone except Paul and John had fallen asleep. John was tossing and turning on his mattress while Paul lay looking at the ceiling.

"Ey Johnny, you still awake."

"No! I've been asleep this whole time!" John grumbled sarcastically. "What the hell do you want?"

"I think we should talk about something." Paul said, now looking over at John."

"There's nothing that needs to be said. Now sleep!" John said.

"John, why were you acting the way you were today?"

"Fuck off." He heard John mumble into his pillow.

"Like that." Paul continued. "You've been pissed off for the past month. You're here scaring' me and the lads. What's wrong?"

When Paul couldn't get an answer, he pulled his blanket off of himself and walked over to John. He sat on the edge of the mattress and began running his hand through his sightly curly hair. John could feel the mattress dip down when Paul sat on it. John had to force himself to remain angry with Paul as he felt his hand stroking through his hair. But it was no use. Paul had a way of using his charm to woo anyone, and John happened to fall victim to this.

"I'm sorry Paul." John said. "I've just been going through shit."

"What do you mean?" Paul asked gently.

"Mimi has been hell to live with since... since the accident." John said, obviously referring to Julia's death.

"She and I have been at each other's throats over things we never used to argue about."

John and Paul were silent for a moment. Then Paul brought something else up.

"And another thing John. Why were you so rude to Astrid earlier?"

"That was with something you were doing." John answered. "What was that with you flirting with her?"

"Jealous?" Paul asked.

"Yes!" John answered, much to Paul's surprise. "Of course I was jealous! Why would you do something like that?"

"I... don't know." Paul said. John scuffed at that remark.

"Look, if it will make you happy, I won't do it anymore."

"Good... pigeon chest." John mumbled.

"Pigeon chest?" Paul asked in confusion.

"Yeah, yer chest is less developed." John said.

"Alright," Paul chuckled, "Then I'm gonna call you four eyes."

"Goodnight pigeon chest."

"Goodnight four eyes."

#rock music #fanfiction #the beatles #john paul george and ringo #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon #fanfic #fan fic reading

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starrisonweek · 7 months

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from our dear @friendofgeorgeharrison , here is their fic for day 1, with both George and Ringo themes:

new album (read all about it)

The rumours of an upcoming Harrison/Starkey album told in a form of an article in a Beatles fan magazine.

#read all about it indeed!#starrison #starrisonweek #george harrison #ringo starr #the beatles #harristarr

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girlinthebrightbluejeans · 23 days

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I'm barely even a Beatles fan, but I stumbled upon an instagram repost of your "psychosexual George Harrison x God fic" and it intrigued me so much it gave me motivation after a whole month of writer's block. Idk how old that post is but I'm so curious, PLEASE give me some context or the thought process behind that 😭

Omg first PLEASE send me this post, I’m so scared!

Ok this is making me deep dive back to last July (when I posted it). I think the impetus was the song Something, and the anecdote I read somewhere that said it was originally written with a male religious figure in mind (“something in the way he moves attracts me like no other lover”). This interested me as a type of relationship that transcends typical sexual categorization, and in how it may have affected his relationship with the band and Pattie.

This was also around the time I was starting to actually get into fics after going back and forth on it for a while. I searched ao3 without any luck (honestly the George x anyone who isn’t a beatle selection is poor) and then made the post, half in earnest and half joking.

I’ve since decided to write my own psychosexual george fic (lol). I haven’t worked on it in a while since I’ve been busy writing for other things.

But like seriously, thank you for telling me. If I had seen it on instagram myself I would have died.

I’m glad at least my no-notes post inspired you!

#this made me so excited and I really want to work on it again #and now I'm curious what you ended up writing!#George Harrison #fic #The Beatles #which one of you reposted my post i stg

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harrisongslimited · 1 month

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George Chapter of the Day #6

I Saw Her Standing There

Trigger Warnings: swearing, adult situations, bullying

Chapter 6

"Where the hell have you been?" Allison greeted her.

"Staying with friends," Joie answered flatly.

"We are supposed to stick together you know," Allison reprimanded.

Joie just smiled. "Well, I'll be staying with some friends periodically. As a matter of fact, we can speak to the chaperone and maybe get you a new roommate."

"Hell no," she shot back. "I like having my own room. I'm gonna land me a Beatle if it's the last thing I do."

"Is that why you came here? To sleep with one of the Beatles?"

Allison waved a hand at her. "Why do you think any of these girls wanted to come? What are you? Stupid? Why the hell did you come?"

"Frankly, to see London..." Joie admitted, then threw in for good measure "and to see some old friends."

"Well have fun, roomie," she said. "I've got a plan I need to work on."

"So who are you after? John? Paul? George, Ringo?"

Allison threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "Doesn't matter, does it?"

Joie followed her a moment. "But Allison, they have lives, girlfriends...wives!"

Allison forced a wicked smile and repeated, "Doesn't matter...does it?"

Joie watched her as she followed the group of girls into a dressing room. She was totally out of her element. Yes, she found Paul attractive but it wouldn't go any farther than that. And then peeking in her mind was George. What she felt for him was....was....well, she didn't know what exactly, but she would never try to sleep with any of them. Truth be told, she wasn't ready to sleep with anyone. The farthest she and Charlie got was her battling him to stop trying to unzip her pants. He finally gave up and started dating Sheila Mattes, who boasted about helping boys unzip her pants.

Joie wanted to be in love. She wanted her first time to be something special...not just a quick grope in the back seat of a car during a drive in movie. She wanted flowers and romance and a loving courtship. Like in the romance novels she read or love stories she watched at the movies. Someone to take her away. Someone who would love Jordan and watch football with her dad.

She knew that boy was somewhere. She just needed to be smart and patient. Apparently, very patient.

..........

Victoria Brown was the woman who would show them the ropes at the studio. From what Joie could tell, it would be a lot of standing around, then some running after the boys, then a little screaming. Simple. Except that girls were disappearing at an alarming rate. "Wandering off" they called it. Victoria Brown knew they were trying to get to the Beatles and Victoria also knew the Beatles' wouldn't mind a quick one in the loo before a scene.

They were all instructed as to what to wear, where makeup was, where they were supposed to report and when. It was like a cattle call to Joie, but she didn't care. It was all new to her. Some of these other girls had actually been in movies that had been produced by their fathers, so it was old hat to them. But Joie was amazed at the organization.

By 3:30 they were done. Tuesday was going to be a free day and then Wednesday, they were going to start shooting "B" shots of the girls running, standing...waiting for the Beatles. The last scene, in about 4 weeks, was the concert. Joie couldn't wait for that.

She was getting ready to board the bus to go to the hotel when Victoria pulled her out of line. She instructed the bus driver to leave. Seems Joie was going to have a special driver of her own.

Part of her hoped it was Paul, but another part of her said it wasn't a good idea. She went back into the cavernous studio with Victoria and was told to wait in a small back studio.

And wait she did.

And waited. And waited.

Nothing.

She heard people milling around and finally a man came in questioning why she was there. Joie told him she asked to wait here. She showed him the note Victoria had given her. It said simply, "Wait for me in Studio B, Paul."

The man laughed. "You've been had little one," he said. "Someone pulled a trick on you."

Joie didn't know if she should tell the man that Paul had actually brought her to the studio in the morning...but decided against it. Why embarrass herself further? The man probably wouldn't believe her anyway. So this, apparently, was the way little rich Hollywood girls have their fun and games. Well, fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Their bullshit bothered her as much as a 70° day.

"Can you tell me how I can get a taxi?"

"Where are you going?"

Joie had to think. To Freda's? To the hotel?

She decided on the hotel. It was the easiest place to get to. "Shepparton Inn," she told him.

"I'll drive you."

"That's ok," Joie told him, not wanting to get into the car with a stranger. "I'll manage with a taxi."

The man shook his head. "Look, my name is Dick Lester. I'm directing this movie and I'm safe to get into a car with. Who the hell are you anyway?"

All Joie told him was that she was from California and hired as one of the extras. She added that she had gotten separated from her group.

"I think the group separated you from the sound of that note," he said gently.

She felt foolish and small. All she could think of is going back home and thoughts of home made her weepy. But she wasn't going to cry in front of a stranger. She fought and fought until tears welled in the corner of her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she told him. "I'm just a long way from home."

"For the first time?"

Joie nodded and blinked furiously to dry her tears. She took a deep breath.

"Look," he said sitting down before her. "go your own way. These other girls just want to bang a Beatle and go home. Probably some of them will. Others will make up stories that they did. Just go your own way and you'll be fine."

Joie took another breath and finally smiled. "Thanks Mr. Lester. That really helped."

"And I'll get my assistant to get you a taxi..."

"Thanks again."

"No problem. My pleasure. And don't let those other girls get to you."

"I won't."

Joie waited by the studio gate for a taxi, still not sure of where she was going. She had no way of getting a hold of Freda, who was probably at Brian's office, but Joie didn't know the phone number. The safest bet was to go to the hotel and call Freda later to let her know where she was.

She only waited a few moments when a green mini cooper pulled up beside her inside the gate.

"Need a ride?"

It was George, his dark eyes shining bright as he looked into hers.

Joie smiled in recognition. "You have no idea...."

Joie climbed into the passenger's side and George noticed she seemed to be a bit weepy. "I didn't know where to go."

"Just go to Freda's if anything ever happens or call Brian's office. I'll give you the number to ring."

Joie proceeded to tell him how the girls had tricked her with a note from Paul. And how she thought the note was really from Paul since he had picked her up.

George knew that the note was probably meant to do exactly what it did -- embarrass Joie, with a hug and kiss from the jealous extras in the peanut gallery, but he remained mute.

"How about dinner?" George suddenly asked. "there's a restaurant by our place where we won't be bothered."

"Our place?"

"Ringo's and mine. We live together for now until we find our own places. I'm looking out towards Esher. Ringo likes living in town."

"Is Esher far?"

"An hour outside London," he explained. "Not too far from John and Cyn's."

"We'll stop by my house to see if Ringo wants to come with us. Maybe Mo too."

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McLennon+1

George, John and Paul

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thebeatles-world · 1 year

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Press: George is it true that you and y/n are dating?

John, Ringo & Paul:

Imagine: You and George are dating secretly and John, Ringo, and Paul are helping you guys hide the relationship from the press. You can tell George is smiling when the press is asking him if you and he are dating.

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toburnup · 1 year

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I have an update!

My therapist said his fave was ‘let it roll into the night’, here is what he said (if you want to know)

- Camping is one of the best activities with the person you desire, it abandons the world you know and puts you in the dead centre of survival with the person you love the most. It helps you feel protection over the person and most importantly clears your mind to allow them to carry your thoughts with their own.

- The progress of thinking about quitting his job and actually doing it is a great portrayal of allowing himself to feel free and accept that he should have what and who he wants, he shouldn’t be tied down to things he doesn’t entirely care for.

He also said if you ever write a novel it is compulsory that I let him know, “some of the most wonderful writers are hidden online, us older folk don’t know what we’re missing out on.”

So he’s kinda a fan hahah, this year has taken such a bizarre turn already…

ANON. THIS IS WILD lmao 😭😭 what the heck. also ofc the old guy is going to gravitate to the fic titled after a george harrison song <3

original update here

#vio answers

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tlonista · 2 years

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Blood and Blue Diamonds: Chapter 2 Notes

I promise every chapter isn't going to have this much rambling about LA history, but I've got some random references in this chapter that bear explanation!

Early 20th-century LA’s equivalent of Piltover's "founders” were basically three guys: General Harrison Gray Otis and Harry Chandler, the duo behind the early Los Angeles Times, and William Mulholland, the man who designed the Los Angeles aqueduct system. My early drafts made Heimerdinger a stand-in for Chandler, because Chandler effectively ran LA for years and the Times (fictionalized here as the Los Angeles Enterprise) had Piltover Academy-level cultural influence. But I couldn’t go through with it for two reasons.

The first reason is that Chandler was too much of an utterly selfish bastard to match Heimerdinger’s altruistic (if not particularly effective) efforts as a political figure. Thanks to Chinatown's fictionalized version of LA history it’s fairly well known that Chandler helped orchestrate an underhanded plot to buy up dry land in the San Fernando valley for cheap and then make the city route water through it for the aqueducts, destroying the livelihood of an entire community to make a secret trust of LA rich people richer. Somewhat less famously, he helped brutally crush the LA labor movement and was an outright eugenics proponent in the years before World War II. Not a Harry Chandler fan here, folks, not sure how much clearer I can make it.

The second is that Heimerdinger’s combo of science and politics has legitimately more in common with Mulholland. Mulholland was a self-taught engineer who shaped LA in a tangible way but was part of the power structure that made people like Chandler rich, and while he wasn’t precisely forced out, he left his position as head of LA's Water & Power department stricken by regret after the (genuinely tragic) St. Francis Dam collapse of 1928. (To be clear he was in his own way just as much of a ruthless bastard as Chandler and readily participated in the whole aqueduct scheme, and while Heimerdinger’s flaw is his overcautiousness, Mulholland’s undoing was that he was incredibly reckless as a civil engineer.) I sort of already wrote Mulholland into a My Chemical Romance fanfic last year, but I can’t stay away from the guy.

I swear this is all sort of relevant to the fic, and if you’re interested in the real history, Dennis McDougal’s Privileged Son and Marc Reisner’s Cadillac Desert are the source for a lot of the background detail.

Other than that — for quite a while this draft just had “ARE RADIOS A THING” noted around Jayce driving home late at night, but I got lucky because the first 24-hour broadcasting started — in Los Angeles — in the 1920s. I would later learn that stations sold blocks of late-night or early-morning airtime to Mexican American broadcasters, although a lot of them were apparently pulled after anti-Mexican sentiment grew during the Great Depression, so I’m on thin ice with this one. Anyhow Jayce is listening to a 1930 corrido (a narrative song style popular during the period) called “El Lavaplatos” or “The Dishwasher,” to which you can find the full lyrics here and listen here. As noted in the bibliography, my background for most things Mexican American/Chicano in this story is George Sanchez’s Becoming Mexican American: Ethnicity, Culture and Identity in Chicano Los Angeles, 1900 – 1945.

After all that I was afraid I’d still have to scrap it if car radios hadn’t been popularized yet, but Motorola 1930, baby! Saving throw passed. Then I wondered if you could install one in a Ford Phaeton (a Phaeton being sort of the 1930s version of a sports car) and just gave up exhausted.

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imagine-mokey · 1 month

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It's John Lennon's last birthday and all his former bandmates leave him a special message on this new device, called an answering machine.

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lokigodofaces · 2 years

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Okay, I know I've made it clear that I think Star Wars was overall screwed over more than Loki/Marvel, but Marvel did take the incest route and run with it. Long post with pics, so I'm putting a cut to make things more convenient :)

In Star Wars we have the obvious issue in Empire Strikes Back...

And the commonly forgotten about kiss in A New Hope

And another one

And here's at the end of Empire

Bam, four kisses between these two when they are love interests. Very fun. And while the fandom jokes about these, especially the one at the beginning of Empire, none of us care. Because it never went farther than this, and Luke, Leia, the actors, and George Lucas himself did not know they were twins.

How is that possible? There was no plan when the OT was made. Pretty much everyone thought A New Hope would flop, so no plans for sequels were made. And Star Wars is a huge part of why sequels to movies (not counting those adapted from books) became popular, so I don't know when Lucas decided to make a sequel. And Empire could have flopped too. Lucas made things up as he went, but he stuck with the narrative pretty well, which is why the OT is so good despite no planning. But up until Return of the Jedi, Luke, Leia, and Han were supposed to have some sort of love triangle thing going on. And they do in ANH and ESB. I guess Lucas wanted Leia/Han to be the endgame (which makes sense, given how things went in ESB), but Harrison Ford didn't want to come back, so Luke was kind of backup. But since they got Ford to come back, they had to find some way to satisfy the end of Luke/Leia. And a pretty good way of doing that is to make them twins!

Here are Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher reacting to the news. Clearly, they did not know until ROTJ. These are the faces of people realizing they had filmed five incestuous kisses (the fifth was in a deleted scene). (No this doesn't matter, I just find this picture hilarious).

While they never have a conversation on screen about it, well, when they find out, you can see it in their faces. Instant regret. Because they totally kissed each other.

"It won't be easy for you to hear it, but you must." Yeah, part of that is because of tense circumstances, but Luke did just say his father is Vader and is about to tell Leia she is his sister that kissed him four times.

So then Leia is free to be with Han, no more incest, and all incest before happened before they knew, so that's on Obi-Wan for not telling Luke. Dude should have shown up the instant Leia kissed him when they were on Yavin and told them. I understand the need to hide them for their own safety and keep them separated, but that's not gonna work anymore. The only kiss they have after this is in The Last Jedi, and that is clearly not romantic. Luke is about to get himself killed, and he is saying good bye to his sister. Though, oh boy, when I first saw it, there were thousands of jokes forming in my head.

It's not a popular ship, not even in pre-ROTJ fics. It's mostly something fans joke about. Because, haha, remember that time Luke and Leia kissed? And how a bunch of people shipped them? And then it turned out they were twins? Classic!

The only other time incest really ever entered the Star Wars fandom has been through fans. There are clone/clone ships, and, basically that's shipping them with an identical twin (except there are millions of them. And, when Force Awakens first came out, lots of people started shipping Reylo. Myself and several others did not. And for me, the only reason was because Star Wars had fooled me once. After that movie came out, everyone was theorizing who Rey's parents were. And likely candidates were Luke, Leia, and/or Han. Which would make Rey Ben's sister or cousin. And after ESB, I wasn't going to ship anyone with anyone until I found out exactly who everyone was related to. I really wanted Rey to be a Kenobi (thought it would be poetic if Ben redeemed himself and then those bloodlines would be reunited with a common cause and they could kill Snoke together), but I was not risking it. And even when TLJ made it seem as if Rey's parents were nobodies, I was not risking it even still. But obviously, that's only supposed incest, and me being cautious because I shipped Luke and Leia as a kid before I saw ROTJ. Rey is a Palpatine, nothing bad here. But, well, her being a Skywalker or a Solo was a very real possibility.

And then we move on to Marvel. Now that variants keep popping up, there's some...interesting things happen. Keep in mind, I have not seen Multiverse of Madness yet. I really hope I do not have to edit this post with something from that.

First off...this....

Since Sylvie was born female, that means her and Loki don't have exactly the same DNA. But, they are probably twin-like genetically. And they both know it. This is season one. This was planned to be a kiss between to Loki variants. Which I wouldn't mind too much (if I were to conveniently forget some things) if Marvel was straight up about it. They refer to it as "self love" and try to skirt around the fact that they're genetically siblings. And, on the one hand, I could actually argue this isn't incest (I mean, if Loki has an alligator variant, clearly the variants' DNA can be drastically different. So there is the possibility Sylvie and Loki aren't sibling-like. But how are they supposed to know? Loki literally saw a video of his "true" variant who looks exactly like how he does in episode 1. He knows that variants can be strikingly similar. But, nope, never considered.

To add to this, you have the Peters interactions. Primarily this line.

So, on the one hand, Marvel is saying there is no incest in Loki. On the other hand, they're explicitly calling the Peters brothers. And, of course, this can be interpreted as brothers in arms. But it still seems a little off.

I'm not a fan of Sylki, and that is the least of my concerns (it isn't even a good friendship). I'm not a fan of incest in general myself, but, it's fiction. And Sylki fics on Ao3 are probably not going to cause real life incest. I operate on a "don't like, don't look" philosophy. I have to in order to stay sane. That's what happens when you end up in a minority group. Between being queer and my religious minority, I don't let myself look for things I don't like. The instant I see it, I block it. Because I'm not going to let myself have someone hating me for my sexuality or religion on my dash. And I do the same thing with incest. It's not my thing typically, so I don't go out looking for it or try to stop it from being made. But practically everyone that ships an incestuous ship recognizes it as incest. I mean, ask a thorki shipper. They aren't going to deny it. There may be fics of theirs where it isn't incest (they weren't raised together), but they will all admit that if there is a relationship in a universe similar to canon, it is incest. Star Wars admits that Luke/Leia is incest. Not as obvious in the films (I have a feeling acknowledging it in the movies might have bumped the ratings up from PG), but anyone that ships it or clone/clone usually admits it's incest. And then there's Marvel that can't decide. Would they call it incest if it was Pres Loki/TVA Loki? Probably. But they chose to do Sylki, and now it's not, according to them. That is my issue. I would like at least some acknowledgement.

#i have no idea why i wrote this #i'm kinda in a star wars mood i guess so i keep thinking sw #may the force be with you #loki (2021)#loki (2021) critical #sylvie laufeydottir #loki laufeyson #tva loki #again i have no idea why i felt the need to compare them but i did

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