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m1ssunderstanding · 3 months
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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Five
The thing is I absolutely love the album that comes out of this mess. Like I know a lot of people do not like Let It Be, but so many of my favorite songs are on it. One of them being “I Me Mine.” The walz element is haunting, and I can read the lyrics as anti-capitalist even though George himself mostly wasn’t. 
Laughing my head off at two boys from one of the best grammar schools in England, who have at this point made millions off of their writing, genuinely not knowing whether it should be “more freer” or “more freely”
The difference in how George shows Paul his new song vs John is striking. For Paul, he’s relaxed, nonchalant. For John, he stands up and performs it. And I think both are a defense mechanism, poor baby, because clearly, although Paul was very supportive of the song while they were alone, when John is roasting it, Paul just laughs along and George has to go “I don’t give a fuck whether you like it.” 
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Ah, the famous “up-against-a-wall” conversation. Paul comes in all dominant and sure. “Haven’t you written anything else? Haven’t you?” But then John touches him, and makes him laugh, and Paul’s a melted, goo-goo-eyes mess. This is the real reason why John got to be the leader isn’t it? Because Paul was too damn soft on him to ever follow through with his bossiness.
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Their scouse sounds BEAUTIFUL compared to the stupid ugly RP and MLH’s transatlantic shit.
“And now John’d like to say a few words on the subject.” John starts singing, Paul strums along and joins in on the “chorus.” They can’t communicate like healthy people, but they Can do this. 
So Peter Jackson took out Paul’s bitchy nod at Yoko as he’s stealing her man in real time right in front of her eyes. Unforgivable. But he kept in this adorable laugh, so that’s something. 
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Three more covers that I think *mean something* “Stand By Me” and “Spinning Like a Top” by Paul, followed by “You Win Again” by John. Yoko’s sweet little shoulder kiss. Thank you for taking care of the poor wet kitten, girly. Maybe don’t introduce the poor wet kitten to heroine, but you do you, I guess. (OP recognizes that poor wet kitten is also an adult capable of making his own decisions)
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The cut from Paul literally dancing to get John’s attention straight to John dancing with Yoko while inside Paul’s head a silver hammer is clanging ominously. I can’t. Followed by the knowing, loving smile from Ringo to Paul. You know, those moments when you validate your friend’s bitchy thoughts with a look. 
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George is literally SO big inside himself, you know? You have to have superhuman self-love abilities to watch your friend – who is supposed to be helping you – shamelessly make fun of your art . . . and just “Do you wanna do that walz on the show? That’d be great.”
But did you guys know John was actually a really great mover?
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“Yes, alright. Just sod off.” I love John. Paul’s people-pleasing ass would literally die first and he needs John to do this kind of shit for him and John’s only too happy to.
The moment when Paul and John are on the same wavelength about Dennis O’Dell’s stage. 
OK but. Did John get the clear plastic idea from Yoko’s art exhibits? 
“Any time we do anything it’s always got to be the best.” Poor Ringo. They’re all literally so tired of carrying so much weight for such a long time. 
“See, I’d watch an hour of him just playing the piano. Cause he’s so great.” With that fond, loving, smile. SUCH big dick energy here. The others could NEVER. 
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“And I’ll have the plastic when you’re finished.” Literally for what, though? John, you little hoarding goblin. 
And then Ringo responding to MLH’s “I love you” with “Yes, I love you too.” Yeah, Ringo wins the prize for most healthy beatle of the day. 
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*Pattie Boyd voice* “I just wish I knew what was going on there. But something. Something.”
Ugh, John looks so hurt. So tender. So heartbroken. While Paul is over there playing a damn funeral march because that’s the only way he lets himself express anything. But I actually love how Dennis O’Dell knows the clearest path to cheering John up is to say that Paul liked his idea. And how well it works. They’re literally so obvious to everyone but themselves. 
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I love the bit when John walks in on the rest of them discussing the live show and MLH calls, “We’ve decided. We’re going to Africa.” And Paul hurries to cut in, “No we’re NOT.” Because he knows exactly how John can get and he’s going to nip this in the bud before John gets let down. And of course, John is all “YEAH LETS GO LETS GO!” And he’s talking about how they always wish they were recording abroad. “We could be in LA, or FRANCE.” (side eye emoji) 
Paul’s “Well said, John.” and “I’ve seen it, John. I went to the premiere. I thought you were great.” Why do all your compliments to him have to be in silly voices? Like, I know you think everyone is going to call you a pussy for saying something genuinely kind to your best friend, but they’re not, and he needs it. 
Holy shit this was a long day. See you all tomorrow with another long-winded-ass post.
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sunflowerrboyy · 3 years
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lovely beatle ladies: cynthia and linda <3
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How would the guys handle a “girly girl” S/O? Either poly or individual is fine with me. Thanks!
"How would the boys act with a S/O who is a girly girl? Could they handle that?" -anon
I've said this once and I'll say it again!!! I don't think the boys have a type!! So if you're a girly girl?? Totally won't care. Here you go!! (Made this poly btw)
Poly!Lost Boys x Girly Girl S/O
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The boys had spotted you on the boardwalk. Pastels, teased hair, manicured nails, and expertly done makeup to match. You were a prim little girly girl, and their complete opposite. For some reason, that only drew them to you
At first, they just wanted to mess with you. "Piss off the princess" as David had some eloquently put. And it was fun. So fun, actually. They flirted with you, of course, but David made sure to play with your hair, putting a strand out of place. He stroked your cheek, his gaze making you flustered as you tried your best to keep up with them. You could've sworn a second ago you had been surrounded by your friends, but they were nowhere to be found now. Marko had leaned in close, a wide smile on his face as he asked what perfume you used and blatantly took a whiff. You had squirmed at his closeness, and tried to give him a reply. He'd hummed, telling you that he liked it with a grin that made the compliment seem far too suggestive (even if it wasn't). Paul took your distraction as an opportunity to play with the edge of your skirt. You yelped and bat his hands away, but he was already leaning down. He whispered in your ear, "Nice heels. Though, I'm surprised your feet don't hurt. Maybe you wanna spend some time off them?" He flirted. Dwayne was the only one that didn't tease you as ruthlessly as the others, and he caught you before the blonde terror twins could make you trip backwards. You had pressed your back right up against his chest, and quickly looked up to see the handsome brunette. It was all a little much for you, the onslaught of teasing and flirting, and you had flushed bright red. Dwayne rubbed his knuckle against your cheek, quietly asking, "What's wrong, princess?" And that had been the final straw. You had broken away from the four, stomping off as you cursed the boys and their antics. They had jeered, calling for you and asking you to come back
They bothered you every night after that, and eventually they weren't such an unwelcome sight. Really...they could be quite charming when they wanted to be. Despite the warnings you'd recieved about "boys like them", you ended up dating them. All four of them.
Marko low-key likes that you're extremely girly. It makes him look more tough whenever you stand besides him, and he's definitely willing to fight anyone who bothers you. Marko would interlock his arm with yours, and ask you questions about the things you liked (even if they were things he had no interest in). He would even talk to you about makeup and fashion, and just saw your style as your own personal self-expression. He liked to hang out in your room and play with all the stuff you had on your walls. He's not big on wearing makeup himself, but he likes to watch you put it on. He'll hover just a little bit out of the sight of the mirror, tilting his head to the side as you focus on applying your eyeshadow and eyeliner. He likes to watch you make yourself "look pretty" and will argue that, "You're always pretty". He always smiles when you ask him what color you should use, and he grins a little bit more at the boardwalk that night. Will watch "girly" movies and shows with you, and actually likes some of them. Will even listen to some "girly" music with you. Likes to listen to gossip, and totally knows all the names of your friends. Is one of the only boys that can tolerate your friends. Will still tease you from time to time about how girly you are, but he never means it in a bad way. Was totally ko-ed that one time you were chewing bubblegum and blew a bubble while talking to him. Won't explain why, but he just thinks it was really hot. The two of you went into an alleyway, and he was the one chewing gum when you left.
Paul had been completely devastated when he heard that your favorite singers were Cyndi Lauper and Madonna, and had tried to convince you to come back to the cave with them just so he could show you some "real music". You had denied, as you were hesitant about getting on one of their death machines. Especially Paul's. The first time he had you listen to metal, you had just said, "this sounds very angry" and you swore that Paul looked like he was about to cry. Literally conditions you to like it, but will mostly put on soft rock/ballads as a "compromise". He listens to some of your music as well, and one time you caught him humming "Physical" by Olivia Newton John afterwards. He's the most willing to let you put some make-up on him, but only something that "rockstars" would wear. You end up finding out that Paul looks really good with some eyeliner. Let's you paint his nails, but the boy can barely sit still long enough for you to do one coat. And trying to wait for it to dry? Forget it. He even likes the painted nails, but, again, he cannot sit still. Paul loves the fact that you mostly wear skirts. Whistles every time he sees you, and is definitely the type to try to sneak his hands under your skirt to try to cop a feel. If you sit on his lap, his hand is going straight to your legs. You gotta hold them so he won't try anything. Likes to pick out your outfits, even if he usually aims to make it as skimpy as possible and most of his choices get vetoed.
Dwayne is the nicest to you, and he treats you like a little princess. He always tells you that you look pretty, and would let you talk about whatever you wanted. He just likes hearing you talk, even if he has no idea what you're saying. Listens to you talk so much that he starts to pick up some of your slang. In his deep voice, he just says, "That was totally bogus". Type to hold open doors for you and treat you like a lady, even if the others make fun of him for it. He's your giant bodyguard, and he basically makes sure no one tries to take advantage of you based on how non-intimidating you look. The type to buy steal you whatever you want, and may spoil you a bit. If you like a certain piece of jewelry, he's giving you it the next night. He was the one that helped you pick out your earrings when you and them decided to become more official. Let's you braid and brush his hair, but he never wears it out of the cave. If you wear sneakers one night, he'll tie your shoelaces for you so you don't have to bend down in your skirt. Low-key has a kink for when you put on lip-gloss. He just likes watching you apply it, and will pull you into a kiss as soon as your done. It's one of the rare instances where he'll do PDA, so you let it slide that when he pulls back and half of your lip gloss is on his lips instead. He just comments, "Bubblegum." And acts like nothing happened. You mostly want to ride with him because he's the safest, and he always helps you on/off of his bike
David could be a perfect gentleman at times, when he wasn't being an ass. He teases you the most out of all the boys. He likes how feminine you are, mainly because it makes him feel more manly and tough. His all black coat and punk/metal look really constrasts with your feminine style, and he loves watching how beach go-ers immediately back down when you tell them that he's your boyfriend. Yeah, they weren't expecting that. He enjoys pushing your boundaries and testing your knowledge on things outside the mainstream. He will even suggest books and movies to you, but it wasn't until you started dating that he actually got you to listen to him. This was mainly by literally giving you his copies or watching them with you at the cave. You two mainly have conversations about those things, or about the things going on in your life. He's really not the type to be interested in girly things, so rip- Loves and almost insists on having you ride with him, mainly because he loves the way you have to hike up your skirt and how tightly you grip onto him. Definitely teases you by calling you "little girl" along with his usual "kitten" and "sweetheart". Likes that you're a girly girl a little bit too much, especially the fact that you get your nails done. You scratched your nails down his back one (1) time in bed, and he had to keep himself from vamping out and biting you in retaliation. Likes to joke about how he and the boys are "corrupting" you, but secretly thinks it's kind of hot
The boys all call you "barbie" and it's a running joke in your relationship. If you ever start to annoy them, they'll say, "Okay, Barbie"
One of the boys favorite things is picking you up from the mall or the boardwalk when you're with all your friends. They live for the looks your friends give them, whether they're judging your choices or giggling at how cute they are. One of your friends comments about you not possibly being able to date all of them long term, and the boys roll their eyes. David just replies, "Long term is exactly what we had in mind", and ends up telling you about their vampirism soon after. It was a bit of a shock, but after some time to adjust they were able to convince you it wasn't as bad as you thought. But they knew convincing you to change would be a whole other battle...
Overall, none of the boys really mind that you're girly, but they'll definitely tease you for it
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blackberry-gingham · 3 years
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could you maybe write about how all the boys would each take care of the reader? maybe the reader has had a really long day and they just come home pretty much crying and with a headache,,, and then just the boys comforting the reader🥺🥺
thank you, i love your writing so much !!
skjrlkfjrilrfj this ask is like perfect in line tbh. Today has been rough for sure, so thank you anon, wherever you are.
I hope you enjoy these imagines as much as I did filling them :)
George
As soon as you walk in, the stress is written all over your face
George walks out of the kitchen with a smile as he comes to greet you, but his expression falls as soon as he sees you
“Ey now, what’s wrong love?”, he puts aside the towel he was using and comes straight over to give you a hug
He smells like herbs and spices, and you can hear the sounds of the kitchen just a room or so away
Unfortunately, you don’t have much to say
Today was just... tough
You lean in, letting him hold you for a little while
George rubs your back with comforting circles before inviting you to the dinner table
“Come on now, I’ve made your favorite, and whatever it is, you can tell me all about it”
Turns out he’s right, tonight's meal is your favorite
Perfectly prepared as always by your wonderful boyfriend
George gives you some space to eat a bit and collect yourself before telling him about your miserable time today
And when you're ready, he listens in attentive silence until you’re through
“That is rather awful. I’m sorry you had to deal with that love... Can I do anything?”
You shake your head no, and the repressed feeling of hopelessness you’ve been carrying all day washes over you, slowly dragging tears from your eyes
George puts down his utensils and pulls around his chair right beside you
You lean into him one more time and have a little cry while he holds you tight
When you’ve gotten it all out, he kisses your forehead and asks if you want to finish your meal
You say no... Thanks.
George kisses you again, “Why don’t you go get comfortable love, I’ll clear up here and meet you"
“Thanks...”, you sniff and wobble to your feet, before shuffling off to the bedroom
You clean yourself up a bit and change into your cozy PJs before slipping into bed
Just as you’re fishing for your sherpa blanket, George comes in following a gentle knock
He’s all dressed down to his undershirt and dress pants, which he quickly exchanges for a pair of PJ pants himself
At long last, he climbs into bed and gets under the sheets with you
Instinctively, you cuddle up to him and George wraps you in the blanket before holding you close
“Can I get you anything?”
You shake your head, and scoot a little closer, just enjoying his soothing company
“Right then...”, George kisses your hair, then your forehead, and gives you a little squeeze, “I love you”
A little smile transforms your frown at that, "...Love you too Georgie"
John
John is working on some music sheets in his tiny little office when a quiet rap comes at the door
“Come in dear”, he calls
The door creaks open, but John doesn’t turn around until he hears your voice, “John... Are you busy?”
He can hear you holding back tears even from here
John drops everything and turns around to find his suspicions to be correct
A few wet streaks glisten down your cheeks leading up to puffy, red eyes as you stand wrapped in your blanket
“No, of course not! What’s wrong?”, John looks so worried for you
He gets up and rubs a little warmth into your arms
You don’t say anything, instead, leaning against him for support as you cry some more
When it's clear you don't have the strength for it, John picks you up easily in his strong arms and carries you to somewhere more comfortable so you can catch your breath
A while ago, you made a little nest of blankets and pillows on the floor of your living room
It’s perfect for tea, reading, naps, and cuddling
So naturally, John takes you to your favorite spot and kneels down to deposited you on the padded blanket floor
He rests you against the big pillows and snuggles up beside you
John holds you tightly, providing a comforting pressure and few light kisses here and there until you’re calm enough to speak
With one more long kiss to your forehead, John asks, “Do you want to tell me about it?”
You take a deep breath to steady yourself and tell him all about what happened today
John listens attentively, and when you’ve said your peace, he wants to know what he can do to help
That brings a little smile to your face
“You’re already doing enough”, you say
But John doesn’t want to settle for “enough”, he wants to do more
So, he reaches into the corner where one of his guitars sits tucked away
He knows how much you love his music
“How about a song?”
John takes requests as you rest against his shoulder, singing soft, acoustic versions of his usually upbeat music
Turns out, his little trick works, and before long, you’re singing along with him
But before your little session is through, John makes sure to dedicate a special, heartfelt rendition of Any Time At All, just for you ❤️
Paul
Today has been awful
You storm thorough the front door and head straight for your room
Meanwhile, Paul is left dazed on the couch, lowering his newspaper slowly
He didn’t even get a chance to say hello, you blew by so fast
Obviously something is wrong...
See, things of this sort have happened before, so by now Paul is prepared
He puts on the kettle and gathers up one of his clean sweatshirts from the drying rack, and comes back to make two cups of cocoa
This gives him just enough time to let you collect your thoughts and do what you must to calm down on your own terms first
When everything's ready, Paul nudges the door open and finds you completely covered by the bedsheets, muffling the sounds of your soft cries
Paul’s heart breaks for you, and he makes sure to announce his presence gently so as not to give you a scare
“Go away...”, you moan
“Aw, come now... Will you at least look at what I brought you?”
You peak out from under the pile of sheets to see two steaming cups and your favorite sweater of Paul’s to steal
“I thought you might want these”, Paul eases himself into bed with you, making sure to not spill any cocoa
First, he puts aside the mugs and unfolds the warm sweater
“Arms up”
You comply and Paul slips it over your head, enveloping you in it’s warmth and the comforting scent of him
While he retrieves the drinks, you wrap up in the blankets once more
Paul hands you your mug, urging you to be careful
Once you’re settled, he asks if you want to talk or if you’d still like to be left alone
You’ve decided you’ve changed your mind
Perhaps a talk would be good...
So you tell him all about who’s been causing trouble, and what’s been giving you so much stress, and this and that inconvenience, until everything is out
Paul only adds some light commentary or asks a few questions, but otherwise he lets you have the floor
You appreciate his responses, however
That classic Paul McCartney charm never fails to put a smile on your face, even when things seem bleak or tough
Paul loves you so much... He’s always there for you
By the time your story is finished, the two of you are gossiping and roasting some of the hard cases that have been stirring you up
At last, after a particularly outrageous joke, a genuine laugh escapes from you and a weight feels lifted off of Paul’s chest
Finally feeling safe and at ease, you feel like you're seeing Paul with fresh eyes for the first time all night
Rather abruptly, you lean in and press a chocolatey kiss to his lips
Not that Paul's complaining
And for the rest of the night, you sit in bed together, cuddling in peace as you finish your drinks
Ringo
After a quick stop out, Ringo has decided to come visit you with a surprise
The bus drops him off at the end of your block and he walks to your door with a spring in his step
Ringo gives a quick set of knocks on the large door and hides his surprise behind his back
He knows you're home
...so why is it taking you so long to answer?
Ringo's face falls a bit, and he begins to worry something's wrong
However, before things get too heavy in his mind, your door slowly creaks open
"Hello...?"
You can barely make out Ringo's face through the tiny crack, but even through that, you can see the grin he's wearing
"Hello! I thought I'd come visit ya, I brought ya something!"
"Oh... thanks..."
You hesitate, not sure if you want him to come in or leave you be
"... Everything alright?", Ringo's voice is soft, and laced with concern as he tries to get a better angle to see you
You shake your head no, but open the door to let him inside
Ringo walks in cautiously, and closes the door behind him
He can see now that your eyes look puffy with little bags starting to form underneath
You wipe at your eyes and hug your shoulders, "Sorry, I just um..."
But before you can finish your sentence, you have to stop just to hold back tears
"No, no don't cry, it's alright", Ringo holds out his arms to try and console you
In doing so, he reveals a fat, fuzzy little teddy bear, with stubby arms and legs and large, doe eyes
That grabs your attention in an instant
You love stuffed animals, as much as you hate to admit it, being as old as you are and all...
But Ringo doesn't judge
In fact, he figures if it makes you happy, then why not!
And after all, you do love teddy bears...
Ringo sees it's caught your attention, and he feels a touch better
"Oh, do you like it? Made me think of you", he turns the bear over, holding it in both hands, then holds it out to you with a sweet smile
You sniff, and give a tiny smile in return as you accept the gift
"Oh?", you boop the big black triangle on the end of the bear's round snout, "Cause he kind of makes me think of you..."
Your eyes flick from the stitched on smile of your bear, to the adorable smile of your boyfriend
Ringo blushes a little at the complement while you give your bear a tight hug
He rubs at the back of his neck and looks away shyly
"So... Did you want to talk maybe? Sorry, you just seem upset is all..."
You think on it a moment
"...Tell you upstairs?", You clutch your bear in one arm, and reach for Ringo with your other
"Sure", Ringo takes your hand and follows you upstairs
You situate yourself in bed and the two of you get cozy
Ringo passes you a box of tissues, just in case, and you begin to pet your bear and talk about your bad day
Of course, Ringo listens empathetically, but he can't stop stealing glances at your hands
You interupt your story as you catch his stare, "Oh, did you want to...?"
You put aside your bear and open up your arms to him
Ringo lights up with a grin and eagerly crawls into your arms
You hook your arms under his and help him adjust to a comfortable position, leaning against you
Once he's settled, you massage your fingers through his hair, and it does quite the trick for your anxiety
The simple act of holding your boyfriend makes you feel better already, but you finish your story regardless
Ringo isn't much for fancy, soothing words like the others, but he is sorry to hear it all of course
He gives you a kiss, then hugs you back for a long while
"Can I do anything for ya?"
You take a deep calming breath, and the comforting scent of Ringo's shampoo and after shave wash over you
"You're already doing it", you hug him tighter and snuggle closer
The two of you decide in that moment, without mentioning a word, to stay amongst the blankets for the rest of the day
And soon enough, all your troubles are forgotten
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lilacandladybugs · 3 years
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Hey anon thank you so much for sending me this ask so I have an excuse to rant about something I really care about ^-^ here is something I wrote about for Pride month a few years ago that I think is really applicable.
TLDR: No. God died for YOU marshmallow and there is absolutely nothing that can change that. The Bible is a love letter to YOU it is a love letter to the LGBT community, it isn’t for the religious elite, it’s for people who feel rejected from society. He promised to be the father to the fatherless, and to love you and hold you and count your tears and to defend you and to express your grief with groanings too deep for words. He loves you.
Long version:
I just wanted to tell you that if it’s hard for you right now because of Pride month that in the Bible it says God formed you before you were even born, he knew what you would be named and he loved you before you existed.
It’s okay if you aren’t a Christian, this post is still for you, you don’t have to agree or anything. I just wanted you to know that this is the real story of the Gospel, so you can know. It isn’t called “The Bad News” chronicling ways of how You are Evil and Suck… what type of God would that be? The Gospel means “The Good News” it is the story of how God loved you so much that he died for you. After Dan Howell posted his new video “Basically I’m Gay,” and mentioned not feeling safe at church I just couldn’t not say anything about how the Church is supposed to be a safe place and how God is the Ultimate Safe Person and I thought someone should tell you. So here goes.
Before we get to the Gospel though I just want to talk about “Take Me to Church” by Hozier bc it’s kinda like the LGBT anthem. It makes me sad that so many people relate to it because he just really doesn’t understand what the Gospel is supposed to be. Hozier says that being a Christian and being gay would be like living a deathless death because of how much you would have to deny yourself but when Jesus came he said, “I have not come to condemn the world but to save it” (John 12:47) and “The the devil comes to steal kill and destroy but I came so you might have life and have it to the full” (John 10:10) He didn’t come to make you live a deathless death, he came so that you could be saved.
Humans were created originally to be in perfect, loving, free-will relationship with God, but we rejected him and were separated from that relationship by the wrong things we do that go against his nature. God is the giver of life, so without him, we die. And so normally the consequences for our actions would be death. But God wanted to mend the relationship and make it possible for us to be in that perfect loving relationship with him. Since the consequences for rejecting God and doing wrong things is death, someone had to die for our choices. So God himself, in the form of Jesus, the creator of everything in the universe, died in our place, so that if we want to we can re-enter that free will loving relationship with him.
After being put to death in a horrific and torturous manner, Jesus was buried, and on the third day (which was “so dead your spirit is gone” dead) he came back to life! If he had stayed dead then that would have been it. He would have just been another man claiming to be God, or even if he was a loving God, a useless dead God. But Jesus is more powerful than /even death/, and he came back to life. He conquered death for us so that we can live.
I just feel like there is so much hatred that goes back and forth between the LGBT community and the Christian community and I wanted to remind and inform anyone who didn’t know that Jesus died for you. He died for you, the gay community, the trans community, he died for everyone on Earth. John 3:16 says, “for God so loved the world,” NOT “for God so loved straight people,” or “God so loved perfect people,” or “God so loved people who are lovable by human standards,” or “God so loved neurotypical people.” It says, “God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.” 
In Romans, Paul wrote this, “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor principalities, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” If you choose to accept God, to enter into a free will loving relationship with him. If you choose to let him into your life. Do you think that there is anything standing in the way of his compassion, grace, and love? Do you think that there is anything that can stop him from loving you, anything at all?
Despite all the rejection you might get from your parents and your community, God opens his arms, and he promises to be a good father. That’s who he is. He is called the good father and the definition of Love. He is so respectful and so wise and so gentle. He is like… that person who gently sits with a wounded kitten and trains them to slowly trust him. 
The rainbow was a promise from God to humanity a long time ago, that he would never destroy the earth again. He is so powerful and so just and so mighty, he creates mountains and storms are like nothing to him. But God chooses to be represented to us in the whisper, and in the rainbow. I think it is very fitting that the rainbow is what you guys chose as your flag. It is a message of his patience and good will toward humanity. 
If you take away anything from this, please just know this: God is not your family. God is not the church. And sometimes he chooses to work through imperfect people who say imperfect things. But God is perfect, and God’s love is flawless. He loves you so much, and there is nothing that you could ever do that could take that love away from you.
So maybe next time you see the sunset that he made for you, or a song makes you smile, or you find a really nice flower, remember that he made that for you. That his love for you is around us in a thousand different whispers every day.
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johns-prince · 3 years
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TW for eating disorders, etc.
John OP here. Thanks for the beautifully written answer. I appreciate the honesty and in fact, you make very good points. I doubt I'd be the best influence on someone like John when it came to body image because we seem too alike in that department. I was a teenager in the size zero hysteria of the early 00s and this probably shaped my sense of aesthetics. I'm more relaxed about that now but my eye still responds to a certain look on people. I can't help it. I had my own "Fat Beatle" episode and I could tell how it all changed when I shed the weight. It didn't really matter how or whether I was miserable, I just looked the "right" way and people would let me know. It's possible I projected it all on poor John. But I know he'd relate to that in many levels.
I'm not a fan of the "rat man" thing either. I know people mean well and I try to look at it with humor but it does bother me. Mostly because the stans of the other boys are very positive about them and I'd like that for John too. His looks were a major part of his struggle so I know he'd be crushed watching everyone praising his mates (especially Paul) while he gets to be the fucking rat, you know? As I have mentioned before, you can feel it even on fanfiction. Even the writers who seem more John inclined will go on for pages about how pretty Paul (which he is, of course) and how lucky John was to be with him. Like it was a favor or something. That when the stories don't keep pushing that tired trope about Crazy John crushing on pretty but Immovable Sexuality Paul. That's not really my cup of tea tbh.
In the end I'm just happy to start this discussion
with intelligent people who will bring their opinions to the table respectfully. I hope my previous comment didn't trigger anyone or came across as worse than I hoped. If that was the case, I'd like to apologize, it really wasn't my intention.
Darling, don't fret. You've really nothing to be sorry about. One reason why I relate to John is because I have issues with bulimia to this day, and can experience hardcore body dysmorphia at the worst of times dues to my insecure and self hatred towards my body. I get it.
I remember that, vaguely at least, the whole size zero thing. I do, that was such a strange phenomenon, because it takes a certain body type to fit it naturally, or... Y'know, starving yourself.
Anyway, I think we all sort of project on our favorite boy, and we all sort of see ourselves in them too. You wouldn't be the first, and certainly won't be the last.
Yeah, I completely understand how you feel. Maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe I don't have a sense of humor, but I'm inclined to feel protective over John, and I feel like if you know about John's insecurities and struggles with himself in regards to his physical appearance, why... Would you yourself find it a silly and relatively harmless thing to apparently joke about calling him things like that, idk like I said I don't see anyone else really making such snide comments and quips when it comes to the other three. So at what time did the bandom just agree it was an acceptable thing to do towards John?
Whatever, people can do and say what they like y'know free country an' all, but I don't have to approve of it or like it.
Real talk, I low-key I am guilty of writing in that way but I primarily do it as if John feels that way, or thinks it, or feels it. Due to his insecurity and self doubt, the fear that he'll always be abandoned by those he holds dear and loves, the fear that it's all just too good to be true for him-- that's why I ever write a scene when it comes to Paul, that it's just John's way of thinking, not seeing his own worth, and ends up sort of idolizing those individuals (listen John once compared Paul to a religion that he knew/had so I feel like he idolized and saw Paul in this 'oh God he's too perfect oh no' sort of light, which both terrified and fed into the 'paul's going to leave me one day he'll figure it out that he doesn't need me I'm not enough' sort of mindset too) he just had a bit of a habit doing that to those he held intimately dear, until... They let him down or proved his insecurities and doubts right, that in the end they all leave him and don't actually love him. It's a cruel self fulfilling prophecy in a sense, since John, either consciously or subconsciously, put relationships and people through tests to see if they could withstand him and his antics, if they'd stay loyal, if they'd still love him. Sometimes he'd just push people away, and then feel like they just up and abandoned him...
I'm rambling. Anyway the point, your point, still stands! Their relationship shouldn't be written as one doing the other a favor for liking them and being with them! Maybe in reality people did think Paul was doing not only John a favor for being his partner but also a favor to everyone else, because John had Paul and Paul could be seen as the one handling John's lead. It's kind of like how some peer at John's art school thought Cynthia had done them all a favor for taking John.
I don't like that. John isn't some problem to be passed onto someone who must then bear the burden of him. That's just... Wrong. And I think both Cynthia and Paul would think so too. John could be challenging but geez, it shouldn't be made out like anyone who loved John and wanted to be around him and be with him was just some sort of favor to the world or to him.
If anything John and Paul were both extremely lucky to have found each other-- it's not exactly common for soulmates to find each other, especially at such a young age? Please. Most of us will never, which is common.
Like the crushing went both ways lol if anything it's Paul who crushed first-- while John never mentioned it, Paul had brought up how he'd noticed John long before meeting him at the Fete. They had even briefly talked at a newspaper shop which Paul had been working at. He'd see John on the streets, he'd notice him riding on the top deck of buses, or in line at the fish and chips-- he'd try and steal glances at John when he'd notice him on the same bus! Paul was instantly drawn to this tough looking teddy with big sideboards and greased hair and the drainies and a roguish air about him. He was like a schoolgirl with a crush, and he didn't even know this boy. Yet.
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If anything it's Paul who noticed John first, and started crushing on John first. Then they finally were introduced at the local Fete, and that was it for both of them.
And let's be real John might've been a bit crazy, but Paul loved him, loved his touch of crazy. And Paul might be immoveable heterosexuality, but that goes straight out the window when it comes to John, and only John it appears.
So yeah, I get where you're coming from, and your grievances and perspective.
I'm glad you decided to share it with me! Sorry about my rambling (• ▽ •;)
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paulnnccartney · 3 years
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Do You Know Who You Are?
“Do You Know Who You Are As You Lie There Sleeping?” is the title of one of part of the movement Crises in Paul’s Liverpool Oratorio. I saw someone post an article about it, and it opened talking about how that phrase is (allegedly) what the police officer driving John to the hospital after he was shot said to him, and probably the last words he ever heard. Now, I assumed it was probably subconscious or a coincidence on Paul’s part, until later in the article he admitted that that was indeed the inspiration:
“When I read the story of John’s shooting, there was a bit in it where he’s in the ambulance going to the hospital, and apparently it’s standard procedure to whoever it is who’s been shot or injured, ‘Do you know who you are?’ Which I thought was very ironic to ask John. I could almost imagine him laughing. ‘Oh, God, the final irony!’ ‘Do you know who you are?’ ‘Yeah, I’m John Lennon.’ So, I always remembered that phrase and I worked it into the oratorio.”
- Paul in Musician Magazine, 1995
(Side note: this might be me reading too much into things, but Paul’s choice of words in the above quote are interesting. When he says, “When I read the story of John’s shooting, there was a bit in it when...” the phrasing makes it sound like he’s talking about a book or a film. “there was a bit in it when...” is how someone normally talks about some book or something they’ve read, not a real event. So, Paul unable to come to terms/accept it was real/blah blah etc. etc.?)
Now, if I had to guess, I’m sure Paul would say that the inspiration doesn’t go past the title, but looking at the lyrics to the entire movement (including the sections before and after Do You Know Who You Are?), the relation to John and the circumstances of his death are pretty much undeniable and heartbreaking in the end. I’ll put the entirety of the lyrics under the cut at the end, but I’ll put snippets here.
“Nurse: Do you know who you are / As you lie there sleeping? / Time to rest your troubled head. / I will watch over you till the moment you awake. [...] You were brought in from the street / And a witness said you gave a shout / As you fell down at his feet.”
(TW: description of death) This bit is a nurse talking to Mary Dee, who, after having a row with her husband runs out from the house and is hit by a car. The connection to the story of Julia’s death is a bit obvious here to say the least. Additionally, the imagery of giving a shout and falling down at the witness’s feet is eerily reminiscent of John’s death outside the Dakota, where he apparently shouted “I’ve been shot” as he tried to get up the stairs. (Plus, Paul has used this motif before in Give My Regards to Broad Street. During the Eleanor Rigby’s Dream sequence, a strange 1800s fever dream, the man that stole Paul’s tapes is stabbed by someone else trying to get the tapes, stumbles around the city bleeding out, and eventually collapses dead on the stairs as Paul watches on in horror from the top.)
The row between Mary Dee and her husband, Shanty, a drunk, happens over money and Shanty’s feelings of inadequacy. Shanty makes a dig, questioning her love for him, and that’s what causes her to run out of the house, revealing to him that she is pregnant as she leaves. 
At one point, Mary Dee sings:
“Mary Dee: It’s one mad dash / To fame and fortune / The cymbals clash / And then you’re gone / [...] / What good is complaining / It’s getting you nowhere / And I’m in the middle of your whirlwind / In the eye of your storm”
Shanty then replies:
“Shanty: And what about me? / I suppose I don’t matter / I’m not even sure / If you ever loved me”
The role of Shanty in some ways echos John’s insecurities (minus the money bit) in both his feelings of inadequacy, as well as his questioning of his partner’s love for him.
Later on, Mary Dee, as she’s sleeping in the hospital, starts to hallucinate ghosts calling to her child to take it away with them, and she shouts at them to leave, trying to keep her child alive:
“Ghosts: The child is / Most welcome. / Soon one of us. / Mary Dee:  No, I tell you! / You’ll never get through, / I’ll never let you. / No one is stealing this child. / I’m not afraid of / Ghosts that the past left behind.”
It expresses regret about the past, ghosts that still haunt her, and that she seems to blame them for her and her child’s possible fate. Then, Shanty joins in, praying over Mary Dee and trying to bargain in order to keep her alive:
“Shanty: Let her recover, / Then let me love her / Until we run out of time. / And in the future, / I promise to be the man / She had in mind.”
This, too, expresses regret about the past and seems to blame past actions for the current circumstances. As the possibility of losing Mary Dee becomes all too real, Shanty realizes his past mistakes and prays for the chance to right them. It follows a very common theme of Paul’s, which is waiting to do something because you think you have time, and not realizing until it’s too late that all the time has run out.
“Mary Dee: Do we live in a world / With an uncertain future / Where a man is unsure of his fate? / Will we come to our senses, / Be fair to each other? / Can we turn it around / Before it’s too late? / Do I know that we have the answer? / Yes, I know now / We are together”
Again, expressing the same sentiment of waiting too long to do or say the things you mean to. Plus, the phrase “can we turn it around” is one Paul uses very often in reference to John (yes I’m aware this is a very common phrase, but please bear with me as I continue my conspiracy theories). Paul constantly says that he is endlessly thankful that he and John were able to turn it around and get it back together before he died, and how upset George was that he wasn’t able to turn things around with John.
“Mary Dee: So we must bear in mind / The pages are turning / And the sands will run out of the glass. / In the heat of the battle / We will drive out the demons / And we’ll carry the day / For we must save the child.”
Same idea here. Plus, lots of references to other Paul lyrics. “The sand will run out of the glass” is reminiscent of “All of the clocks have run down / Time’s at an end / We’ll be the lovers that never were” from, well, The Lovers that Never Were. 
“In the heat of the battle” is also used in Save Us, which goes “Keep on sending your love / In the heat of battle / You’ve got something that’ll save us”.
And finally, “we will drive out the demons” reminds me of Demons Dance. The lyrics are “I can’t wait till I hear you tell me that you want me / Till then my dreams are gonna haunt me / Got my demons doing such a happy dance [...] Exorcise my demons, cast them out today / Only you can do it, make them go away / Let me know you love me, tell me there’s a chance / I don’t want to sit and watch my demons dance”
Finally, Mary Dee and Shanty come together and Mary Dee is saved:
“Mary Dee and Shanty: We have come to our senses, / We are part of each other / And we’ll carry the day / For we must save the child. / Ghosts: Do you know that you have the answer? / Mary Dee and Shanty: Yes, we know now. / We know now. / We are together.”
So, finally, they’ve been given a second chance, and in agreeing to reconcile their arguments and disagreements of the past, they’ve overcome. The solution seems to be that they are together as one, and in the final movement (Peace), their togetherness and reconciliation is what finally brings them everlasting love and peace.
I’ll leave you with what the Musician Magazine article says: “The series of crises flowing in and out of the fading consciousness of the character in the song – a mother being struck down by a car, an unborn baby struggling to hang onto life, a husband who goes off on a drunken weekend only to return and ask forgiveness of his wife – are probably the same as the emotional flashpoints of John Lennon’s life.  That this impressionistic life-flashing-before-your-eyes lyric is interrupted with a repetition of the last words Lennon heard as he was dying makes “Do You Know Who You Are?” vivid, poignant, and a bit shocking at the same time”.
(P.S. I’m aware that there are a lot of reaches here, and I’m not trying to add to the narrative that the only emotional event/important person in Paul’s life was John. I’m sure the inspiration for this movement came from many places, and the other songs I mentioned are probably about other people as well. Just having fun.)
Lyrics:
(Mary Dee and Shanty's home)
MARY DEE (alone in bedroom) The world you're coming into, Is no easy place to enter. Every day is haunted By the echoes of the past. Funny thoughts and wild, wild dreams Will find their way into your mind.
The clouds that hang above us, May be full of rain and thunder. But in time they slide away To find the sun still there. Lazy days and wild, wild flowers Will bring some joy into your heart. And I will always love you, I'll welcome you into this world.
MARY DEE and BOY SOLO You-re mine and I will love you.
(Hospital)
NURSE
Do you know who you are As you lie there sleeping? Take the time to rest your troubled head. I will watch over you till the moment you awake.
Can you hear what I say As you lie there sleeping? When misfortunes crowd into your day And the dark side of life Has become too much to bear, I will stay by your side. Though we don't yet know if there's something wrong You were brought in from the street And a witness said you gave a shout As you fell down at his feet.
We are running tests And soon the results will be known. But I feel I have to warn you, There may be complications.
But we don't yet know if your child is in danger. We shall have to wait and see. In the meantime There is nothing more for you to do But sleep.
BOYS Ghosts of the past left behind.
MEN'S CHORUS (ghosts) You're sleeping Amongst us. We're in your dream.
NURSE You're dreaming, try to rest, my child.
MEN'S CHORUS (ghosts) You called us, We heard you And we are here.
NURSE To save your child you must be still.
MEN'S CHORUS (ghosts) We're ready to listen To what you ask.
NURSE Go to sleep
WOMEN'S CHORUS (ghosts) You're crossing The water, The tide is strong.
MARY DEE No!
WOMEN'S CHORUS (ghosts) Your child is drawn to us, Into our throng.
SHANTY No!
FULL CHORUS (ghosts) This child is Most welcome. Soon one of us.
MARY DEE No, I tell you! You'll never get through, I'll never let you. No-one is stealing this child. I'm not afraid of Ghosts that the past left behind.
SHANTY Let her recover, Then let me love her Until we run out of time. And in the future I will promise to be the man She had in mind.
NURSE Be still, Be calm. Your child is safe.
MARY DEE Do we live in a world With an uncertain future Where a man is unsure of his fate? Will we come to our senses, Be fair to each other? Can we turn it around Before it's too late?
Do I know that we have the answer? Yes, I know now We are together.
So we must bear in mind That the pages are turning And the sand will run out of the glass. In the heat of the battle We will drive out the demons And we'll carry the day, For we must save the child.
MARY DEE and NURSE (Ah)
MARY DEE and SHANTY We have come to our senses, We are part of each other And we'll carry the day, For we must save the child.
CHORUS Do you know that you have the answer?
MARY DEE and SHANTY Yes, we know now.
CHORUS We know now.
MARY DEE and SHANTY We know now. We are together.
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woven-in-christ · 3 years
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Joyless Heart --> Joy-Filled Heart
No one is without moments of deep grief, pain, and loss. From King David to the Prophets, to Jesus Himself, grief is an emotion that will overwhelm all of us in certain seasons of our lives. The theme in the book Lamentations is grieving. Verse 5:15 says, “The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning.” The prophet Jeremiah was known as “The weeping prophet” and said in chapter 8:18, “My joy is gone; grief is upon me; my heart is sick within me.” Grief is painful, but does it need to take away our joy?
Is it possible to experience joy while in mourning? Can we choose joy when walking through difficult trials? Isn’t the gut-wrenching emotion of grief the opposite of joy? Or, can they be felt in tandem with each other? All things are possible with God, even joy, after the most painful of circumstances. We just need to know how to find it.
James 1:2-4 says, “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing." James is challenging us to see our trails as a means of becoming more like Jesus. Though painful, God will transform us into His likeness. When we focus on Jesus, He will perfect our faith in trials and bring us hope. He modeled this when He faced the cross. His hope was set on His resurrection and sitting at the right hand of God having power over sin, Satan, and death. Hebrews 12:2 says, “Looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” Our hope is that we are made righteous due to Jesus’ sacrifice. Becoming righteous is the only way we can be in the presence of God. Having this hope should bring us joy. Proverbs 10:28 says, “The hope of the righteous brings joy, but the expectation of the wicked will perish.”
Joy comes when we grasp the precious and costly gift of our salvation. Maybe, like King David, we need to pray Psalm 51:12. “Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit.” No matter the circumstances around us, we can choose to rejoice in the Lord and actively take joy in our salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18 says, “Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail, and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.”
Joy is a fruit of the Holy Spirit living inside of us. Galatians 5:22-23 says, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” When we lack joy, we can ask the Holy Spirit to empower us to have joy in all circumstances and remember that there is hope. Paul prayed this for the church in Rome in Romans 15:13, “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”
Jesus knew that there would be sorrows in life, but we can find joy in His presence. He said to His disciples in John 16:22, “So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.” Jesus sent us the Holy Spirit so that we can continually fellowship with God on this side of heaven. It is the Spirit who guides us and fills us with joy. Psalm 16:11 says, “You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
We experience God’s presence by reading His Word. When we hungrily devour the Word, we experience His love, gain proper perspective, and have hope, which brings us joy deep in our hearts. Jeremiah 15:16 says, “Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart, for I am called by your name, O Lord, God of hosts.” Also, Psalm 119:111 says, “Your testimonies are my heritage forever, for they are the joy of my heart.”
When we spend time in the Word, we want to obey God by keeping His commandments. Our love for Him and His love for us brings us joy in knowing we are in good standing with Him. John 15:10-11 says, “If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.” Psalm 97:11 reiterates that there is joy in obedience. “Light is sown for the righteous, and joy for the upright in heart.” When we sin, we can rest assured that if we confess our sins and turn from them, God will forgive us, and joy will return. Psalm 30:4-5 says, “Sing praises to the LORD, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name. For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”
Nothing can steal our joy when we are thankful for our salvation, when the Spirit empowers us, and when we are experiencing His presence by being obedient to His Word. Joy will come in the morning if our hearts are focused on Him.
Take a Moment:
• How can you still focus on joy in times of trials or grief?
• What distracts you from going to the Word and experiencing God’s presence in times of trials?
Prayer:
Heavenly Father, thank You for the joy of my salvation. May I never take it for granted. Thank You for Your Word, where I can experience Your presence and learn how to obey You. Thank You for the Holy Spirit, who will give me joy when I ask. Amen.
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beatlevmania · 4 years
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Dating the teddy beatles
Request: I just came back from reading your head cannons and I love them sm!!! Could you write some for what I’d be like dating each of the Teddyboy!Beatles? A/n: How could I possibly ignore this!? ALSO THANK YOU THANK YOU @myukulelegentlyweeps @casafrass and @spaceyantique FOR HELPING ME THROUGH MY WRITER’S BLOCK <3
JOHN
so. john as a teddy boy. 
let me tell you, i am VERY well educated on the subject
so we all know john has that very tough guy exterior
at first you were pretty intimidated by him and his friends 
but when he first laid eyes on you 
he just MELTED
he definitely went after you hardcore
he knew that you were perfect for him and he just needed you in his life
when you guys first got together, he never really let you see his soft side
but one day he had just had a really bad day 
and he didnt know who else to go to so he went to you 
he just completely let down his walls and you saw the real him. 
he just wraps those arms around you and just lets it all out 
and you stroke his hair and kiss his cheeck and whisper that you love him 
afterwards he gets kinda embarassed but you just remind him that you love him- all of him 
anyway enough with the sad parts
john DIES when you wear his leather jacket. like DIES
he wants everyone to know that you’re HIS girl 
he’s always touching you- holding your hand, sitting you on his lap, arm around your shoulders
he kinda just needs reassurance that youre gonna be there for him no matter what 
he always calls you “birdie”, “little girl”
so when he calls you by your actual name
he says it so tenderly and jsut with so much love in his eyes
Ok also a plus
Mimi LOVES YOU
SHes always inviting you around which makes you feel like part of the family
Anyway, John loves your alone time together
AND CUDDLING
he likes playing guitar for you 
not just his rock and roll songs, but love songs hes written
songs he’d never show anyone else
and he’s so gentle and soft and his sweet little voice-
AH
PAUL
so paul still never really wrapped his brain around the fact that you loved him back
like he just could not believe his luck
youre always reassuring him that you love him 
and that you’re his: “Paul, you know I’m already your girlfriend, right?”
and when you tell him you love him, he gets all red and blushy and smiles from ear to ear
he always flirts with you and is the cheekiest little bastard
he makes many a dirty joke that make you chuckle but blush at the same time 
but anyway just imagine the most romantic boy in the whole world
even though some of the boys make fun of him for being so open and vulnerable with you, he couldn’t imagine your relationship any other way
you guys are always fantasizing about when you will just run away together, to a little farm in the country 
paul is mature beyond his years with you
of course when he hangs out with the other boys hes an absolute crackhead but boys will be boys 
his favorite activity is kissing you and beware he will do it as often as possible 
ANYTIME, ANYWHERE
also, expect tons of little gifts
when you wear a pair of earrings he's bought for you, or a little necklace with both your initials
i mean- you know what this boy’s gonna do
he always brings you around with him wherever he goes
especially band practice
bc he just loves showing you off
but if any of the other boys start getting a little too close to u
they better watch out if u know what i mean
but Paul really is just the absolute best boyfriend we all know the deal
GEORGE
alright so lets establish the fact that teddy Geo is BABEY
also #boyf
continuing on
so our lil Georgie just fell head over heels for you the second he saw you 
we was just a nervous mess around you 
the boys literally had to ask you out for him because he was so nervous 
but you guys absolutely hit it off and became INSPEREABLE
you do everything together
going to the diner for breakfast, going to every concert together, 
you’re at each others houses 24/7, too
you always steal geo’s clothes and wear them 
tshirts, sweaters, jackets (leather jacket too), basically anything of his you have worn at some point 
he loves when you wear his clothes and thinks you look absolutely beautiful 
so we all know Geo could look very scary with his like 
fangs
and his big ol’ cheekbones
but damn is this boy a cuddlebug 
he wants to be cuddling/hugging all the time 
of course as the youngest of all 4 boys geo wants to seem like a tough guy
like he can fit in with the others, or he’s just as “man”
but when the two of you are alone, all he wants is for you to take care of him 
you love playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while he cuddles you 
also, since you go to all of his concerts and shows, they go on pretty late and you can get tired
so George always brings you around to his place and gives you his stuff to wear, and he takes such good care of you 
even gently brushing your hair and getting you ready for bed 
you both fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other
george thinks you’re absolutely beautiful just wearing any old outfit, no makeup on 
but when you dress up 
this boy freaks the freak out 
he can’t stop staring at you just in awe
he gets all smiley and blushy 
and he smiles with those lil fangs
babey
RINGO
So teddy Ringo was quite intimidating looking
Like even the boys were afraid of him at first when the first met him
But I can imagine the first time you two talked, you both just immediately fell for each other
And you saw he was the absolute sweetest boy ever
FIRST OF ALL RINGOS LITTLE STUBBLE/BEARD THING IS SO HAWT
Anyway now that I got that off my chest
Ringo is so sweet and thoughtful
He loves calling you little nicknames like “honey” or “darling”
Like John, he always wants you in his arms
Literally at all times
He also is always giving you behind-the-back hugs, playing with your hair, kissing your knuckles
Always needing to show you how much he loves you
He loves when you come to band practice and sit on his lap when he plays the drums
He feels like a freaking winner of life
Another thing
He is so so proud that you chose HIM, of all people
He’s constantly reminding people that your “his bird”
Like to everyone
The boy loves you insane amounts
Sometimes you steal his rings and wear them around, and he literally smiles from ear to ear when he notices
You try to get Ringo to stop smoking
And it’s really hard for him but he knows he has to do it, for you
He really just wants you to be proud of him
And whenever you tell him, “good job, baby!” He just GLOWS
Also ometimes, when you guys are lying together on his bed after a show, he tells you about his dreams for the future
And how he wants you there by his side through it all
“I couldn’t imagine life without ‘ya, honey,” he says, kissing the top of your head as you doze off together
Ok let me live out my fantasies ok
Anyway I’m in love with teddy Ringo and thats period Pooh
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mpregspn · 3 years
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@gaysuperhell ’s sam stan ask game, tagged by @milfsamwinchester (thanks!!) <3
sibling status (younger, middle, older, only child) – middle child!
how long have you been stanning for – started watching in September 2012 and i was all caught up by the time s8 started airing
favorite sam era – i was gonna say s2 but tbh i love s4&5 sam LOTS, even though they're painful to rewatch
favorite spn season, but if the only criteria was sam’s hair – today it's s11
favorite sam-centric episode – UH I CAN'T PICK ONE!!!!! but it's houses of the holy
ships – been on the wincest train since day one, like, i didn't know that it's a thing at first but seeing them interact made me go :3
favorite song you would/have put in a sam playlist – Magma Arrives by John Grant
if you could steal one thing from sam’s wardrobe – GIVE ME HIS BROWN HOODIE OR GIVE ME DEATH
complete the sentence: if sam cishet, then why – WHY THAT SCENE WITH PAUL, THE BARTENDER
favorite unhinged sam moment – when he wanted to become an organ harvesting monster alongside dean to save him from hell <3
tell me one sam headcanon that drives you insane – jess seeing sam's scars and the way he's wary when talking about his past and assuming that he was abused as a kid
tell me something about the hbo sam that lives in your brain – head empty. i can't figure out the hbo vibe yall are going for
oh no, the writers forgot to give jess a personality! now it’s up to you. tell me, what was jess like – headstrong, art major, dragged sam to parties, pegged
biggest injustice supernatural committed against sam – the handling of the gadreel affair. like am i crazy or did it really end with sam apologizing to dean
and finally, just say something about him that makes you smile – jared saying that sam didn't let grief overcome his life :')
not tagging anybody bc i feel like everyone has done it by now? if you haven't consider yourself tagged!
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boyneriver-fraser · 4 years
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Ho! The house! 🗣
When I grow up, I want a personalized guided tour of the Big House on Fraser’s Ridge
The moment the last tenant hangs up his tool belt, I want to walk back and forth through that breezeway. Peek into every cupboard. Climb every stair. Rootle through every cubbyhole. Jump on every bed. There is so much to see, and touch, and smell… and I want to DO IT ALL!
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Thoughts & Observations: S5E3 Free Will
Marsali is already proving to be the perfect apprentice. She’s motivated, inquisitive, intelligent, detail-oriented, logical, and curious about all sorts of new-fangled ideas and things there in Boston. Just wait till she tastes those cream pies.
Claire’s voiceover almost needs a Dun Dun Dun… soundtrack. Let’s hope she dares history with caution, and the copy of Dr. Rawlings’ Recommendations Fergus delivers to the printer doesn’t include scrawls and doodles of anything too new-fangled.
Really like the Jamie Payne (director) – Luke Schelhass (writer) combo! 😃
No doubt many people echoed Jamie’s Deo gratius when they realized we were being treated to a JamieClaire-centric episode. It worked well for me, but so did Between Two Fires. I find each of Jamie and Claire compelling on their own, pursing their individual interests and causes. I also like seeing their relationships with other characters. Call me kooky.
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Callback #1: This one takes place in a kind of Upside Down. Remember S4E5 Savages, when Jamie returned to the Ridge from Woolam’s Creek, happy after discovering #MurtaghSaved? A shotgun-armed Claire was unable to sleep after the tragedies of Petronella’s and her baby’s measle deaths and Adawehi’s murder.
In Free Will, Jamie returns to the Ridge from Hillsborough, stunned by the Regulators’ tarring and feathering and by Lieutenant Knox’s murdering Ethan MacKinnon, and anxious about needing to form a militia. Despite missing Jamie while he’s away, Claire’s work on the Ridge and interaction with her children and grandchildren satisfies her and allows her to sleep soundly.
Fergus takes a mean shorthand! 🖌
We hear the first of many “Roger Mac(s)” to come.
“We’ll be taking yer whisky with us to share with the men. The finest I’ve tasted since leaving Scotland.” Fergus Claudel Fraser: Official Distiller of Fraser’s Ridge (I love this adaptation! I don’t think I mentioned in my The Fiery Cross episode review how much I loved Jamie’s calling Fergus to stand by his hand. Fergus, like Young Ian, is a man of worth.)
⚠️ Murtz Alert ⚠️ Oops… False alarm… 🙁 Fraser’s Ridge workforce includes a lot of silver-haired, ponytail-wearing tenants. 🤷🏻‍♀️
“Mr. Trouble” 😂 Too bad wee Robin Scott, who plays Germain, would be too young to attend most of the cast’s social outings. He would be the life of the party. 🎉
Does Marsali need Brianna’s help with reading because medical books are advanced academics and Brianna holds a degree from M.I.T, or because Laoghaire dropped the ball and didn’t educate her daughters? It’s safe to say Laoghaire didn’t encourage them to read anything that sat on a witch’s bookshelf.
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Callback #2: The JamieClaire-on-horseback-led convoy’s leaving Fraser’s Ridge took me back to S2E8 The Fox’s Lair and E9 Je Suis Prest. Did you notice the pecking order? 1: Colonel & Physician. 2: Captain. 3: Official Distiller. Priorities are important, during times of peace and of war.
So… Stephen Bonnet’s free from incarceration, and recently sighted in Wilmington? How far is Wilmington from Fraser’s Ridge? Does it matter almost every fit and young man, almost every weapon, and the only doctor are on the road to Brownsville, while Bonnet’s purported child and the child’s mother are back with the not-so-fit-nor-young-nor-armed men on Fraser’s Ridge? I suppose it doesn’t, since the mother herself knows Bonnet could be consulting a map and stealing a horse as we speak. I somehow doubt her husband and named father of her child would agree… if he only knew.
Callback #3: Colonel Jamie tells Captain Roger there’s no time to train the militia, so he’ll teach them to fight like Highlanders, to gather and scatter on his command. Can you say Dougal MacKenzie in S2E9 Je Suis Prest? Sure. I knew you could.
Thank goodness for Closed Captioning. Growing up immersed in Scots (language, accents, people), I rarely “huh?” during Outlander, but I have no ear for Welsh, and John Quincy Myers keeps my clicking that CC button. And his lines are so worth understanding! 😂
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Callback #4: The fireside banter and guy-talk, with Claire’s being the only participant without a Y chromosome, takes me back to S1E5 Rent. Good times.
We’re slowly adding to the books’ Fraser’s Ridge roster.  We already know Isaiah Morton and Ronnie Sinclair. Around the fire we meet brothers Evan and Kenny Lindsay, and Geordie Chisholm. Isaiah Morton on his way to Brownsville? What could go wrong?
Speaking of books, so much of Fireside Chat reminded me of The Fiery Cross, right down to Jamie’s not needing to worry whether his feet or his hair might burn in order to sleep “warm.” Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Say no more. 
I am very impressed with Paul Gorman’s playing the Beardsley twins, and duly impressed with his characters’ appearing onscreen at the same time. Well done! BUT… the BEST part of the entire Twins Story introduction was the explanation for Keziah’s missing britches. 😻
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You’re lucky, Lizzie Wemyss, I’m completely committed to Murtz, because any man who would forgo his pants to keep kittens warm is my kind of man. ❤️
I wonder if Father Fogden ever missed his mirror?
I couldn’t begin to imagine those young men’s lives. Orphaned at two, with four sisters dead at sea. Sold on a 30-year term, starved, beaten, deafened… and made to sleep in a barn that is too cold for goats.
Josiah isn’t going to avoid Claire’s scary looking medical tools for long if he keeps drawing attention to his sore throat. Owie!
More book people, People: Joan, Hugh, and Iain Òg Findlay. In The Fiery Cross Roger also meets with Iain Mòr, Joan’s brother and head of the family.
Two years, three months, and five days…
It’s probably the meds, but when Fanny Beardsley slams the door in Jamie’s face, I imagined her turning to the goats and saying, “I told ‘im we got already got one.”
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I’m thankful my TV’s Smell-o-Vision™ is out of order. Brianna, oh she who could not tolerate an autopsied torso, is thankful she skipped this road trip all together.
The direction, lighting, special effects, makeup, and prosthetics are excellent in this part of the episode and Mr. McCreary has outdone himself with the soundtrack. Truly a House of Horrors, Chez Beardsley.
“None of us could give him a baby.” Um, I hate to break it to you, Aaron, but I suspect it’s your problem, not any of your five wives’.
Brit Bronwyn James gives Baltimore Fanny a decent generic American accent.
Poor Jamie! He knows the pain of sending Claire back through the stones. Contemplating sending his beloved daughter and grandson, and tolerated son-in-law, is too much. 😖
Poor Fanny! To live as she has for two years, three months, and five days with that “wretch,” and awaken to see Jamie and Claire’s spooning, peacefully sleeping in her living room. I’d sneak off in the dead of night, too.
My grand-père went to Hillsborough and all I got was a wagon full of goats. 🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐
“I’ll do what must be done.” No foreshadowing, thank you very much. James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser has suffered enough.
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25 Days of FicMas
December 4th prompt: Ugly Sweater
Word Count: 1,146
John Kennex X Reader
Too Lit To Quit
I so procrastinated today! So sorry! Please put on your ugly sweaters and enjoy the fic! 🤙
-H ❤🖖
John Kennex scowled at Captain Maldanado before sighing admitting his defeat, “I don’t even know why the PD is doing this,” he muttered running a hand through his hair. The Captain smiled, her eyes danced with amusement, “The PD is doing this to boost morale, if Detective Paul is doing it, you can do it,” she said tapping her stylus against the dark wood of her desk. Kennex rolled his eyes, “Paul would bark if you ordered him too,” he muttered. The Captain sighed again, “dismissed John,” she waved her hand in a ‘shooing’ motion. Kennex huffed and exited the office his right eye twitching in pure irritation; Paul could be seen standing in the bullpen laughing openly. Kennex swiftly flipped him off as he walked past, “I take it you can’t bow out of the party, huh?” a sweet voice said from behind him. Turning he saw you leaning against the door that leads into the interrogation room, John wrinkled his nose “Maldanado said there would be an extreme punishment,” he grumbled. He could just not show up but he’d rather not risk it when it came to the woman. You chuckled nodding in understanding, "Well I guess I'll see you there," you winked and entered the interrogation room that held a very big suspect. "Now Frankie, about that shipment of the Benz," your voice trailed off as the door swung shut behind you. Kennex smirked as he watched you through the glass wall, the man "Big Frankie" leaned back in his seat when you moved in closer slamming a few crime scene pictures on the table. 
"Starting to get weird, John." Kennex turned to see Dorian standing behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. John rolled his eyes, "I'm not being weird," he said grabbing his coat. Dorian raised an eyebrow eye flickering to the now frosted glass of the investigation room. "Shut up," Kennex grumbled leading the way out of the bullpen to the exit. Back in the investigation room, you watched as the big man in front of you break down. 'The bigger they are I guess,' you thought with a sigh. Pulling out the chair across from Frankie you gently nudged the pictures of the victims of the latest batch of the Benz; "I didn't know they were going to die! I -I just sold-" the man sobbed head in his hands. Leaning back you crossed your legs, waiting patiently, "My momma is rolling in her grave," Frankie sniffed and held onto the cross around his neck. You pulled a small packet of tissues from your pocket and slid them across the table. Frankie plucked on from the top and blew his nose loudly. You looked at him without judgment, eyes softening slightly. "Come on Frankie, tell me what I want to know and we can make a deal with the DA," you offered, tone soft. The big man nodded, "Yeah, yeah." He whispered. 
A solid hour and half later you walked out of interrogation with Frankie cuffed beside you. "I will take him to holding detective," your MX said emotionlessly. Nodding you patted your new CI on the shoulder. "Thank you for the second chance detective. I won't let you down!" Frankie said, sounding determined. Smirking you waved as he was taken away and nodded at the DA who winked at you flirtatiously. Rolling your eyes you left to go get ready for the Christmas party. 
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Kennex grumbled to himself as he worked on the sweater he was supposed to wear to the stupid Christmas party. Both Dorian and Rudy watched from the side their own sweaters equally dreadful. "John, I don't think that's what the Captain meant…" Dorian tried but was shrugged off as Kennex ripped off another piece of duct tape. After slapping that into place John stepped back to examine his work. Nodding in approval he pulled the sweater carefully over his head and turned to face his observers. Rudy cocked his head to the side at a loss for words and Dorian simply sighed and shook his head. "I don't think duct taping a mirror to a sweatshirt counts John," he muttered exasperatedly. Kennex didn't dignify him with a comeback and simply left to, "Get this fucking thing over with," 
The party was in full swing by the time you got there, the bullpen was relatively decorated, and your coworkers were milling around talking, drinking, and laughing at the assortment of sweaters. You glanced down at your own and smirked, it was too funny not to buy. Lights covered you and the words "Too Lit To Quit," was written in big letters down your torso. A snort of laughter sounded from behind you, turning you saw Dorian there with his hands on his hips. He laughed even harder when he read what your sweater said. You looked at his and grinned, a toe shooting through the air with fire engulfing it. "A Missle...toe that's funny," you complimented with applause. Dorian grinned proudly and moved to give you a hug, laughing you hugged him back fiercely. "Merry Christmas Dorian," you whispered as you pulled back upon seeing Rudy walk over with two drinks in his hands. With an arm still wrapped around your favorite DRN, you looked around, "where's John?' You asked, accepting the drink Rudy handed to you. " He's actually showing off the sweater he...uh made," Rudy said snorting into his glass. 
You broke off from Dorian smirking, "oh this is something I gotta see. I'll be right back!" You giggled and practically danced through the crowd making sure to not drop your drink. Instead of looking, you listened, it was easy to pick John out in a crowd that way. You smiled when you heard, "oh fuck you Kennex," moving towards the salty insults you finally managed to spot him. By the Captain's office, you saw Paul glaring at John. Striding over you hip-checked John lightly in greeting, "Sorry but I gotta steal him," you said, grabbing Kennex by the arm and steering him away from the angry man. Looking down at his sweater you burst out laughing, "That's cute," you sighed after your fit. John grinned playing with the blinking lights of your sweater. "Yeah but I have a rule about this sweater," he said, stopping you both before you reached Dorian and Rudy. You crossed your arms, tilting your head to the side. "What's that?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. John covered the mirror, "You're not allowed to look in the mirror," he took your drink and downed it in one go. Grumbling you snatched back the empty cup, "and why not?" 
John walked off toward the exit, "cause you're too beautiful darlin', " he called leaving you in stunned silence. "Did he just drop that on me and leave?" You muttered before angrily jogging after him. 
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Ciaccona in D Minor.
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Paul X Reader
Your a talented violinist that catches McCartney’s eye.
Enjoy, My cuties.
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“Now remember, be respectful! This man has very kindly invited you to his home, I should see nothing but good manners from you lot!”
“We always have good manners!” John shot out.
Paul snorted. “Sure we do. Don’t worry, we’ll behave.” 
Brian narrowed his eyes at them. “You will be, if you want to live till tomorrow. Now, go get ready! This is a formal party.”
The boys sighed “Well, alright then.” 
The boys, stood up and went to change.
George stared at himself in the mirror.
“I hate tuxes.”
He continued to straighten out his bowtie, never satisfied with the result.
“Ey, George! Looks nice!” Paul complimented. “You’ll be a real knockout with the girls!”
“There’s gonna be girls?”
“Of course there’s gonna be girls. They’re everywhere!”
George shook his head. “Rich people don’t have fun parties. It’s just gonna be more old men, pipes, wine, and old ladies.”
“Aw, c’mon don’t be like that! It’ll be fun!” he gave George a little nudge.
“Shove up, time to go.” Paul motioned to the door. 
“Well, let’s get this over with, shall we?”
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“Remember what I told you boys! Be courteous! If i’ve heard anything else, so help me....”
“Relax Ep. t’ll be good.” John gave him a strong pat on the shoulder.
The four boys knocked a brass knocker on a tremendous oak door towering over them.
The door opened instantly. A long skinny man with greying hair appeared.
“You must be the Beatles. Come in.”
He opened the door further, allowing them entrance.
“Woww, would ya look at the place?!” John exclaimed staring up at the ceiling. “Lookie at the chandelier!” 
Their eyes widened in awe, taking the giant room in. 
The man who had opened the door, came back into the room with another man. 
“Henry Argarlin the III.” pronounced the man. “These are the Beatles.”
He eyed them. “Ah, yes of course. I’m Henry. It’s a pleasure.” 
“The pleasures all ours, Mr. Argarlin.” John raised his hand to shake.
He smiled. “Well, come! We have a buffet ready, and champagne to drink, there’s a few people I’d like you to meet!” 
He ushered them through a vast hall. They couldn’t stop staring at all the beautiful craftsmanship of each room they passed.
They were finally led to a beautiful lounge filled with velvet stuffed chairs and silk cushions, a long oak bar on the far right.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable.”
They all looked at each other. 
“This place is massive!” whispered Ringo. They all nodded in agreement.
They headed over to the long table of delectable goods. They piled sandwiches on their plates along with some shortbread cookies and chocolate dipped biscuits. They enjoyed a glass of champagne.
Mr. Argarlin would take them around to meet other rich and very snobby people. Most of them seemed disinterested in their work, and called it “sheer luck” that they got their popularity.
It seemed like George was right.
Old people, smoking pipes, telling them how much they didn’t deserve any of it.
They had just about had enough.
Thank God, you showed up.
You came down the stairs, in a simple midnight blue gown, to talk to your father about something.
The boys hadn’t seen you as of yet talking to chester (the butler) about when the tea would be ready.
“Excuse me!” Mr. Argarlin exclaimed. Everyone turned from their discussions to face the man. 
“My daughter has a song she would like to play for you all.” he nodded to you, and you nodded back.
That was when you got the boys’ attention. They gaped at you like they had never seen a woman before.
“Is she real?” Paul whispered.
John pinched him “OW, Christ, what was that for!?” 
He smirked “I guess she is.”
You pushed up on the clasps, letting them drop and opening the lid to a beautiful chestnut violin. 
Pulling it out conscientiously, as you pulled out the bow as well. Adding some much needed rosin, you then placed the instrument under your chin.
“This is Ciaccona in D Minor.” you declared.
You let the bow hairs skate across the strings, moving your fingers quicker than lightning, and somehow still managing to stay in tune.
Paul stared at you in awe. 
You didn’t notice, you were too focused on the sound of the music. Every time you played, you got lost, and found yourself in a place far away from this world.
When you had graced them with the last vibrant note, you looked up at your audience.
Most of them smiled and clapped politely.
But, you turned to Paul.
He was absolutely awestruck. He clapped louder than the others. 
“That was lovely (y/n).” replied one woman, which you took no notice of.
You said thank you’s rather quickly, you wanted to talk to the boys. It was your idea in the first place to bring them here, after all. It took some convincing, but your father finally agreed to it.
“Hello.” you said rather breathlessly, after all, you were talking to the people you basically worshipped. 
“That, was.....brilliant, what you did up there.” Paul said, almost blushing himself. John looked at Paul, grinning wickedly. 
“Trying to charm up the only lady here? We’ve got just as many rights as you do, mate. Stop trying to steal the talent.” he winked at you.
You blushed madly. “It’s such a-a pleasure to meet you! I listen to your records all day!” ok, maybe that was a little to much. You told yourself. 
You talked with them for a while, about music mostly. The only one who seemed to have nothing to say was Paul. He just kept...staring.
“Paul, say, you should teach me how to play guitar. I am left handed, after all.”
He seemed to snap out of a trace. “Huh? Oh, yeah, love to! That’d be great! Wait, you’re left handed, really?” 
You smiled, “yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”
“Well, I’m in serious need of a fag. How about we leave you to chat, ay?” John nudged Paul. 
“C’mon Ringo, George, lets go outside.”
Ringo didn’t seemed to pleased to just leave you with Paul, after all you were really pretty.
“Oh, c’mon mate! Paul gets all the birds!” he groaned.
Ringo’s grouching continued the entire way down the hall.
“That was a really pretty song you played.” Paul murmured.
You smiled. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites.”
“(y/n), I know this is going to sound a bit strange, and you may never want to talk to me again, because I’m being so alarmingly forward, but.. I just want to say, that you are one of the most beautiful women i’ve ever met in my lifetime, and when you played, I just felt we were meant to be together, like we were soulmates or something, I don’t know, I’m probably just going crazy and you probably want me to shut up, oh, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore..”
Before he could utter another word, you kissed him. Hard.
When you released him, your heart was hammering in your chest.
“God, I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”
“So I’m not crazy?”
“Absolutely not! I like you Paul!”
He grinned from ear to ear “So, would you like to go to the cinema with me sometime?”
“Of course. I’d love to.”
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This is the song I mentioned:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBQkRzZYN8I
Hope you enjoyed!
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The Night Before IV
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Chapter: 4/15
Rating: U
Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.
Tags: Smut, Slow Burn
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)
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Daylight crept in through the crudely closed curtains of Ringo's bedroom, it took him a while to wake up fully and his thumping head wasn't helping. He could hardly remember getting into bed with George, yet there they both lay in his mismatched pyjamas. Turning over to his other side, Ringo reluctantly opened his eyes to find George looking right at him. It gave him a start to say the least, his eyes shot open which seemed to startle George too.
"Morning." George said hastily, his voice was a little croaky which somehow made it even more appealing.
"Morning." Ringo repeated with a smile "How long you been staring at me?"
George paused for a second, likely debating whether to lie his way out, but then said "Not long enough."
Ringo laughed "Talk about sappy."
"Honestly I've been dying for a piss but I can't get up unless you move your fat arse." George regained his composure quickly, Ringo figured he wouldn't be easy to catch out.
"Why didn't you just wake me?" Ringo asked, his voice so quiet despite nobody being around to hear them, the softness of the morning felt too fragile to break.
Another pause "Believe or not I do actually have some manners. Don't let last night fool you."
Ringo felt his cheeks flushing at the thought of what they indulged in, he only hoped it wouldn't be a solitary thing. He smiled at George then shifted out of the bed, stretching his arms upwards as George followed his lead. The flat felt considerably colder than the warmth of the bed, and Ringo suddenly regretted getting up and ending the intimate moment between himself and George.
"Actually... Do you mind if I have a quick shower? I'm still a little sticky, so to speak." George asked tentatively.
Ringo couldn't deny that George looked rather adorable in one of his old, baggy Rolling Stones shirts. He remembered how happy it made him when George picked it out from his vast array of ragged band shirts, far too many than he necessarily needed but they held fond memories of his youth and could never really part from them. Part of him suspected that he was going to see George again after today, but the last thing he wanted to do was get his hopes up only to be disappointed, he wished he hadn't experienced it so many times before in the past but that wasn't the case.
"Yeah, of course." Ringo answered "Let me see if I can find a clean towel."
Fortunately the bathroom was in considerably less of a state than the rest of the flat, he only fixed a couple of things like the overflowing clothes bin and the variety of towels strewn about the room. Managing to find at least one relatively dry and clean one, he hung it up on the back of the door and returned to his bedroom where George was scanning over his belongings inquisitively. He had a few photos of himself, John and Paul dotted about the space which seemed to pique George's interest. When the door shut George shot upright, clearly getting absorbed into some thought or another.
"Being nosey are we?" Ringo asked playfully, moving closer to see exactly what George had been looking at: a picture of the three of them at a festival, John looked completely manic with his shirt being discarded long ago, Paul's face was covered with glitter while Ringo was clinging onto the both of them for much-needed support.
"Cute friends." George replied a little coldly "Look like a lot of fun."
It warmed Ringo to think back on those fond memories "Yeah, it was a good time... Anyway, the shower's ready for you. Do you want a cup of tea or anything when you're done?"
"I'd love one." George smiled though his eyes seemed distant "Milk and two sugars, thanks."
Ringo nodded, returning the smile. George sauntered off into the bathroom, taking off the shirt as he went; Ringo couldn't deny himself the pleasure of watching him, his shoulder muscles tensing and his arse packed nicely into his tight boxers. With the door shut, Ringo headed into the kitchen to start work on the tea. If he wasn't feeling so rough, and if his fridge wasn't so barren, he'd probably try and cook something for the both of them but it was probably for the best, he didn't want to overstep and end up scaring George away. Waiting for the kettle to boil Ringo started tidying up his living room, picking up his discarded clothes and searching for his phone. It was always a relief to find that he hadn't recklessly broken it on a night out, the only negative being that it had depleted its battery some point in the night.
Heading into his bedroom in search of a charger, a familiar knock sounded on the door. Before Ringo could even straighten himself up a little, trying to conjure how he was going to explain the man in his shower, the door was swung open intrusively without a care.
"Your door's unlocked." Paul announced, stepping into the flat like it was his own and crashing down onto the sofa.
"Good thing you don't have anything worth stealing." John strut inside, clutching a bag of fast food "We got you breakfast."
"Correction, I got us breakfast." Paul stated firmly "Figured you could use it. What time did you even get in last night?"
Ringo took the bag from John eagerly, clutching a hash brown and digging into it. The sound of the shower running reminded him to save something for George.
"I don't know really..." Ringo started, sitting down next to Paul "But I, er- I've got company."
John threw himself down on the sofa "Good on you, Ringo lad! It's about bloody time."
"You didn't meet them at that dodgy place did you? What's it even called..." Paul couldn't mask the concern on his face.
"No, no. I met him outside the club actually, though I'm not sure if that's any better." Ringo chuckled, it didn't feel real trying to retrace his steps last night.
"Well we can get out of your hair if you'd like, don't wanna make things awkward." Paul offered, sipping on a milkshake.
John interjected immediately "Not before I get all the goss, I wanna know everything."
"Can it wait? He is literally in the shower right now, don't wanna risk-" Ringo began but was cut off by a voice behind him.
"Talking about me, are you?" George was standing with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest bare and glistening with water.
All three of their heads spun around instantly, Ringo was feeling a little speechless at the sight. John got up from the sofa eagerly and approached him with a handshake, George looked at him suspiciously but accepted it nonetheless. Paul groaned in embarrassment, a sound Ringo had grown very accustomed to.
"Nice to meet you, Ringo's told us oh so much about you!" John was shaking his hand enthusiastically, George looked over at Ringo for some support.
"Am I meant to know who you are?" George asked, cocking his eyebrow as he managed to free his hand from John's grip.
"Ouch." John feigned an expression of sadness and took a step back.
"George, this is John and Paul." Ringo gestured his head respectively "John and Paul, this is George."
Paul nodded at George with a smile "Nice to meet you. You want some greasy breakfast?"
George seemed to relax as soon as Paul spoke, far from the first time he had to relax someone who had just been introduced to the character that was John Lennon.
"I'd love to, but I should probably get some clothes on." George chuckled shyly "Ringo, do you, um.... Know where they are?"
John snickered as Ringo leapt from the sofa to pick up the pile of George's clothes he'd left on a table in the corner. Paul slapped John playfully, although Ringo suspected there was an inkling of seriousness to the gesture. Getting closer to George, Ringo couldn't help feeling a little flustered again; his hair was pushed back, making the severity of his eyes stand out all the more.
"You gonna be alright in those trousers?" Ringo asked in a hushed tone, not wanting John to hear "I can lend you some of mine if you like."
"I'll be fine, thanks. Not the worst thing if the whole of Liverpool knows what a slut I am." George nudged Ringo lightly after taking the clothes, then shut the bedroom door behind him.
Ringo was thankful for the sudden exit because there was no way he'd be able to think of anything moderately appropriate to reply with. Turning back to his friends, John had a knowing grin on his face which could never mean anything good. Ringo slunk back to to savour another hash brown, the grease let him know just how bad it was for him but there's nothing else he'd rather eat with a hangover.
"Quite the looker." Paul commented casually, his face was hard to read but there was a glimmer in his eyes.
"Fucking hell, Rings. How'd you manage that?" John asked far louder than necessary.
"I dunno..." Ringo laughed "He came up to me actually, if you can believe it."
"Pft, not very likely." John retorted "You must've spun him a whopping lie to get him in bed with you."
"Thanks for the support, John, as always." Ringo smirked sarcastically.
John opened his mouth, likely for yet another comical remark, but was silent when George returned into the room. The marks on his trousers looked worse than they had the night before, Ringo only hoped that nobody would notice. Even looking this dishevelled, George still looked irresistible to him.  
"I'll have to pass on the food, I'm afraid." George announced, his jacket was pulled on as his headphones were wrapped around his neck "Completely forgot I had plans today, so I best be off."
"Oh..." Ringo failed to hide the disappointment in his voice "Alright then, if you're sure."
"It was nice meeting you both." George smiled at John and Paul, already making his way to the door "I'll see you around, Ringo, yeah?"
"Yeah, see you around." Ringo's voice faded into quiet, but he still managed a relatively believable smile.
George just nodded his headed and ducked out of the flat, the door shutting behind him seemed to echo through the room. Nobody said anything for a while, Ringo found himself just staring at the door as though George was going to suddenly reappear. Paul just sat drinking his milkshake, unsure of what to say. John focused his attention on rustling around in the bag for some more food, waiting for his boyfriend to take the reigns. Had he done something wrong? Ringo wasn't sure, everything seemed to be going so well until Paul and John arrived. Had John scared him off? It was entirely possible, but it wasn't exactly plausible for Ringo to start seeing someone who couldn't put up with John's antics. Ringo let out a heavy sigh, there was no use dwelling on the fact, he supposed.
"Don't beat yourself up, Ringo." Paul broke the silence with his gentle voice "You probably will see him around, I don't think he was just saying that."
"I guess." Ringo huffed "I might head back to bed, you know... The hangover's really starting to settle in."
Paul looked over at John and gave him a small nod "Alright then, give us a ring if you need anything. Keep the food, I don't even need to look in your fridge to know it's empty."
Ringo let out a morose laugh "Thanks guys..."
The two of them said their goodbyes and before long Ringo was alone again in his flat, the silence feeling way more imposing than it ever had previously. Ringo finished off the coffee John had left behind then tossed the cup into his bin, which was in desperate need of emptying. Slinking into his bedroom, he pulled the curtains tighter together to stop even the smallest amount of sunlight from getting through. Letting out another heavy sigh, as though the air would expel the growing fatigue in his body, he pulled the covers over himself and reached for the water he'd left on the bedside table. Lifting his head, he noticed a small piece of paper with some scribblings on it, he had to turn on a lamp to even be able to read it:
call me (i mean it)
     george x
Below the words were some hastily written digits, the sight of them filled him with a joy that shot right through his impending hangover. He searched for his phone charger desperately, the sooner he could put George's number into his phone, the better. Knowing when to call him would be a problem in itself, but for now Ringo could get some much-needed sleep knowing that he'd been right about George after all.
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Slice of Life : Cece & Otto
When: September 12th
Who: @thebickedwitchoftherest & Otto
Where: Cece’s house
Summary: Cece comes home to a familiar intruder.
Warnings: Mushroom manipulation
Work usually kept Cece late Otto knew this, especially in this town which gave him a decent opportunity to get to his target and get out without issue. And yet, he found himself hesitating outside the door. The spells had been a bugger to figure out and by the time he got to the lock he was wondering if this was even a good idea. Wasting time in a fashion that never happened on a job. Not normally. But lately things had hardly been what he’d call normal had they? His hands hovered but eventual compulsion of getting to his target got him moving once more, the locks were trickier, but he managed to get through them eventually. For once (and rather strangely for that fact) he was dressed rather normally, a typically stellar and tastefully coloured outfit tonight replaced with a trim leather jacket over a grey tee and black jeans with boots. Even his hair was flatter today. As though less attention had been paid to that than whatever was going on inside his head.
Otto had been to Cece’s cabin enough time over the years of living here that he knew his way around the space rather easily. The toaster was easy enough to pick up, and he should’ve left. Really should’ve just gone right there and then… Yet looking at the familiar space he was struck with a conflicting sense of purpose. Cece was his friend, one of the few he had left in this town it seemed. Did he really want to go through with this? No. But he had to. And yet he was hesitating, second guessing a typically sure fire and decisive way of life.
How he ended up sitting on the sofa, swigging from her personal store of booze cradling the toaster under his arm, crumbs on his leg staring into space he didn’t rightfully know. But what he did recognise was the sound of a lock clicking into place and a door swinging open.
Cece had worked late, and had gotten home to an empty house. Apparently, her roommates had plans that night, leaving the home empty. She had always forgotten what that felt like. She had lived alone in town for a while before Morgan first moved in and then again once Morgan moved in with Deirdre. But now she had two that kept her company in the house. Cece was a social person, despite running off alone to Maine. It was nice having people around to chat with on particularly boring nights. Plus, Cam and Jane made for good company.
Though Cece wasn’t alone when she walked in her door. Across the open space, Cece walked in on Otto sitting on the couch, staring down the dark screen of her tv. Something was off. And it wasn’t just because Otto was in her living room for some reason. Wait, was that her toaster in his arms? “What’s up. Love the serial killer vibes you’ve got going.” Cece closed and locked the door behind her. She had spells around the house to protect from this, so Otto must have been pretty impressive to get the door open in the first place. “What the hell are you wearing?” In the darkness, Cece could tell that his outfit didn’t seem to shine through the lack of light. It could only mean that he wasn’t wearing one of the colorful outfits that Cece was so fond of. “And why are you spooning my toaster?” So many questions tonight.
Otto took another long pull from the bottle, wiping the back of his mouth on his sleeve, his head lolling to one side as he looked away from the reflective abyss of the television screen he’d been staring at. “Thanks… Thought I’d channel my inner Paul John Knowles,” a tasteless joke perhaps but that was typical for Otto in any given situation. Raising a hand to rub his eyes he sighed.
“Well, they’re these things called clothes, you go to the shop and buy them and put them on to feel good about yourself,” perhaps being a smartass wasn’t the best solution but it felt somewhat normal in a time that everything really didn’t feel at all normal. He shifted the toaster, peering down at it. “I need it for my wife, oh wait-” he looked over at her again “did I tell you I got married? No? Well- I got married… Not like actually married but… you know. Marriage is a trap so I guess it’s pretty fitting that I’m enslaved to a fae who wants used toasters. Fun right?” Man what he’d do for a cig right now.
Something was off, didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out. Cece just hadn’t quite figured out if she should be more concerned for her own safety considering a man had broken into her home and was drinking her alcohol or if she should be more concerned for Otto. He clearly didn’t seem like himself at the moment. Neither Cece nor Otto had given much information about their lives before White Crest to each other, but she still considered him a friend. The two knew about the magic and Cece even had a look at that new gravity magic of his. “You know what? I’m just going to take it as a win that you didn’t name a serial who had a thing for pretty blondes.” Cece eventually decided against Otto being a threat and tossed her bag on the ground by the couch, taking the empty seat and holding out her and gesturing for the bottle of alcohol that Otto was nursing. Once she got ahold of it she took a long drink from the bottle and passed it back off to him.
Otto was being a sarcastic asshole, so at least she knew he was still somewhat acting like himself. “Hilarious. Does that outfit make you feel good about yourself then? As opposed to your other outfits? Just curious.” Then he was talking about the institution of marriage, something Cece couldn’t agree more on besides the point that he kept mentioning a wife. Had he completely gone off the deep end? Maybe been love potioned or something? “That’s a lot of information to take in at once, dude. So you’re married. To a woman who wants my toasters? Am I being punked? If Ashton Kutcher’s in here you better tell me because I had a very serious crush on him back in middle school.”
“Now, that would be tasteless, plus I’d never hurt you Ce. You’re my friend, right?” The question hung in the air, a degree of uncertainty around it but he hoped it wasn’t an overstep. The sofa dipped and settled as Cece came to join him on the sofa. What was he doing with his life? He’d run to this dumb little town because of an accident. An accident that had had very real and very serious consequences, thought that maybe he could start again an anonymous face in the crowd. But he was learning the hard way this was definitely not a place you could be anonymous. In fact, Otto felt more exposed in White Crest than he had anywhere else in his entire life. The bottle was easily pried from his hands and Otto opted to sink further into the couch taking it back when it was offered.
“Every outfit makes me feel good, and I make every outfit feel good too,” but the airness remained though it was forgotten in the face of this Ashton Kutcher reference, and Otto’s brows pinched not understanding who or what she was on about. “Who’s? I don’t know who that is or what you’re on about.” The look remained, until he realised “oh no I’m serious… Do you know Deirdre? Deirdre Dolan? Weird woman obsessed with bones.” Maybe she did, “anyway she’s fae - convinced me it’d be a fun idea to go jump in a fairy ring with her and I thought why the hell not? It’s better than… everything else that’s all fucked up in this dumb town.”
“And now I’m now bound to follow her every command… Which includes stealing toasters and turning the swimming pool to mushroom soup…” his expression grew thoughtful as his thoughts sidetracked to mushrooms and mushroom soup “I haven’t figured out how to do that yet but I’m almost there I think.”
“As long as you don’t serial murder me, we’re best friends.” Cece found a way to joke around and wiggle her eyebrows in humor despite the situation. Sure, most friends didn’t consider an especially effective way to prove that friendship was by breaking into their home but hey, White Crest didn’t have much in the way of normal friendships. That being said, Cece would definitely be looking into some stronger protection spells on her door after this. “I dig the confidence, dude. You look cute as hell in that outfit too.”
“Deirdre?” Cece questioned and rolled her eyes. “I’m familiar with her.” As far as people in town went, Cece wasn’t going to pretend that she was her favorite. But considering Morgan seemed so smitten with the woman, Cece had mostly decided to let bygones be bygones. Mostly. Admittedly, the knowledge that the woman was fae wasn’t surprising in the least bit. But what was surprising was hearing about the fairy ring. Cece knew about them, though she had never actually seen one in practice. The coven wasn’t actually entirely convinced that they were real at all, but they never dealt with fae much. “Hold on. I know the general gist of a fairy ring but help me sort between fact and fiction. Does this mean you're sired to her or some shit?” If so, Cece had even more reason to loathe the woman. Either Deirdre made horrible first impressions or Cece had to seriously reconsider Morgan’s taste in suitors. “How naked do you get?”
“What the hell does she have you stealing toasters for?” Cece questioned. If this was some sort of prank, Cece was dying to hear the punchline. If this was some diabolical plan, Cece had trouble seeing the big picture. “Who’s pool?” Cece was actually pretty intrigued by the whole mushroom soup idea, “That’s easy. You just need an alchemist.” Cece pointed at herself, unironically volunteering herself for this stupid fairy ring prank.
“Cool, and at the rate I’m going I think I might be the murderee before you anyway so… Just pick out a nice headstone right? Black and silver. Maybe some purple in there yeah?” perhaps it was morbid to joke about it, but it made Otto feel a little bit better about everything that was going on right now. “Aawh, see, this is why we’re friends. You look cute too, even if you’re still in your work gear. But it’s cute and super professional. Very boss bitch vibe.”
He sighed, long and mournful turning sideways and tucking his feet up on the sofa before taking another healthy swig from the bottle and offering it out for her to take. “Oh well, great. Don’t go to a fairy ring with her if she asks, yeah?” Man this was all so backwards. Otto had never experienced much fae culture, and his lack of exposure to it was showing right now with recent decisions. The migraine was starting to return and Otto closed his eyes tiredly. “Yeah, she called it… a marriage? It’s like a next level fae bind I think. Maybe… I don’t know. I don’t have to make a promise, it’s literally like if she says it I have to do it otherwise I feel like I’m going to hurl.” Tilting the bottle against his knee he stretched out a bit. “Super naked. But that’s not that bad honestly.”
“The mushrooms.” That was the only answer he had. “Any pool, I think the local pool.” He’d been pondering the process himself. “Well I dabble in alchemy but I wouldn’t say no to a hand with it. I’ve got my hands on a transmutation stone, I just need to figure out how to channel it so that it will turn the water to soup.”
“Only the best headstone for you.” Cece nodded in agreement, pretending to take notes on the headstone color, “Here lies Otto, famed toaster thief, breaker of hearts.” Cece put on her best impression of a grieving widow, even using her sleeves to feign dotting at her eyes as if they were drowning in tears. “Damn straight Otto,” Cece gestured at her outfit and modeled from her seat, shooting a grin in Otto’s direction, “I’m taking that compliment, even if this outfit is definitely not by choice and because I have to follow my boss’ dress code. But I even make khaki’s look good.”
“No worries there, I had no interest in doing that before learning about this,” Cece and Deirdre did not communicate much and that was how Cece preferred it. She intended to remain civil for Morgan’s sake, nothing more. Accepting the bottle, Cece took a long drink from it. Regardless of how Cece felt, she couldn’t deny that the situation seemed fucked up. Cece certainly held no high ground when it came to moral compasses, but damn. “That’s intense, dude. I’m going to take a wild guess and say that she hasn’t taken any pity and released you from it either?” Another drink before passing it back over. She couldn’t help her mind from wandering towards the idea of a fairy ring. If a witch could collect the foliage that made up a fairy ring, what sort of magical properties would she have gotten power have? Cece could only imagine the spells that could be put together using those. “Naked huh?” Of course, because Cece had no control over herself her first instinct was to stare at Otto and imagine what that must have looked like. She eventually nodded in approval, “Nice.”
“Vague, but whatever.” What the hell did the mushrooms want with toasters? Cece cursed her lack of fae knowledge. “Shouldn’t be too hard. We literally just need a can of soup.” Cece shrugged, already picturing the process in her head. “Once I know all the ingredients, alchemy is simple. It’s just breaking things down and transmutating it into the new properties. I can help. Seems like a bad senior prank, but at least we’d mark one thing off your list.”
“Sheesh is that what my life amounts to?” it was only in hearing it repeated back to him that Otto had to think how sad his life had become. “Hells, I need to do something about that.” He flopped back, draping one arm lazily over his head as Cece modelled and he had to laugh, bright and genuine. “I mean, what would you wear if you actually had a choice and not a dress code?” It was interesting what a person’s choice of style and clothes could say about their personality. Just another form of expression like anything else.
“Good to know.” His arm sagged a little over his eyes, internally bemoaning the whole debacle. It had been fun, actually he wouldn’t have minded it except for all the hostilities that apparently came along with Deirdre’s blasted girlfriend that he’d barely known a thing about. “Not yet. Like- honestly it’d be fine except everyone is sticking their noses in business, judging me as if this is all somehow entirely my fault. Add on top of that I have this blasted twelve year old child driving me insane about being a fucking exorcist.” He huffed, dropping his hands back into his lap and noting Cece’s stare which only made him roll his eyes and give her a light and playful shove. “Shut up. I don’t need you getting imaginative on me just ‘cause you haven’t gotten any lately.”
“Fae bullshit,” at least that was as much as Otto understood of the matter. “Yeah? Well… I can get the soup and ingredients but don’t we need like for like? I dunno about you but I’m not buying 2.5 mega litres or however much we’d need of soup.. We could probably just use a smaller batch… amplify the transmutation with the stone?”
“Hey, I’m not the one that broke into his friend’s house and is cradling a toaster right now, buddy.” Cece shrugged, the truth was right here smackdab in their faces. But Cece didn’t disagree about doing something about it. Though without knowledge of fae, she wasn’t entirely sure that it was possible to break from it unless Deirdre let him go herself. Fat chance of that happening. It made Cece wonder if she had managed to talk Morgan into going into the fairy ring with her? Would Deirdre do something like that to Morgan? “If it was my choice? A full length ball gown.” Cece modeled, striking various poses before laughing and taking a swig from the bottle, “Nah I’m just fucking with you. I’m basic. I want tshirt and jeans.”
“Yeah well, most people in town aren’t going to believe that if you go into a circle of mushrooms in the woods that you’re bound to do whatever someone says.” Cece had no doubt that Otto had plenty of friends in the supernatural know. Perks of working at a magical bar. But even for people with supernatural knowledge, fae were sort of a wonder. They held their secrets tightly and knowledge about them tended to be more myth and legend than anything proven. “Exorcist? Honestly, it’s a bit impressive. At twelve, I wanted to be a popstar. It’s good to have goals, kid. Keep working at it.” Otto shoved Cece and she was cracking up, flashing her middle finger at him, “I can’t help where my mind wanders. I’m a very imaginative person Otto.” He was right though, she hadn’t gotten any lately.
“Nah. One will do.” Cece waved off the thought. Alchemy was all about the ingredients. Break things with a similar enough composition and you could turn it into anything. “It’s gonna suck for those kids though. Summer’s almost over anyways, go crack a book or something.”
“I don’t need reminding!” he whined, thumping her on the arm again for good measure even if he knew she was absolutely right on that account. But here they were and Otto wasn’t sure he was going to get out of this one any time soon. The talk of clothes was a nice distraction, and he cocked his head, trying to envisage Cece in the tox-room in a full length ball gown featuring rubber gloves and goggles while running a tox-panel. The mental image was enough to make him snort a laugh and it was at that moment he realised why he appreciated Cece so darn much. “Nothing wrong with that, select individuals can pull that off and make it look trendy - you’re one of those people. Granted… this town is full of pretty attractive people I won’t lie.”
“I’ve given up trying to convince the disbelievers, honestly as funny as it is watching them bend over backwards to deny something it gets a bit old in the end.” He pulled a face and shook his head, “not really, I know jack all about ghosts and I’m not interested in them that’s the issue… Turns out an old friend I used to run with lives here in town, they wanted me to cover for them little did I realise they were yanking my chain all along. Now I’m the villain because I helped covered for them. Shows how much loyalty’s worth these days huh?”
The flash of Cece’s middle finger, made Otto roll his eyes good-naturedly. “I’m sure you can’t.”
“I don’t really care about the kids, I kind of just want to do it because I can, you know? Sometimes it’s fun just to flex if there’s no real harm coming from it.”
Cece gave a shocked look at Otto as if she was offended by the arm punch. “Geez, okay Oscar the Grouch. Hitting a lady? The audacity.” Cece’s life had been so consumed with a fake sense of ease and stability with the coven that she had few people she felt completely relaxed around. The two genuine friends she did have within the coven even came with a hint of danger, with their plotting always threatening the safety and trust of the three. Cece enjoyed being able to stay lighthearted even in the sense of immediate danger. Otto’s situation didn’t seem good, but both of them knew that there was no immediate way to fix it. What was the point of being down in the dumps? Cece enjoyed the simplicity of being friends with Otto. Things came easily. “They’re all hot right? I’ve never understood it. It must have some magic magnet that pulls in all the hot people. I mean, it worked on us.” Cece shrugged like this was all the proof that she needed.
Cece pictured Regan at that. Cece had never met somebody so intertwined with the supernatural that still refused to believe in it’s existence, though she respected her boss’ tenacity. That stubbornness was supernatural in its own right. It made some of the more unexplainable jobs at work humorous if nothing else. It really was too bad that Cece had ended up liking Regan so much. “Shit. It sucks, but I’d totally watch that soap opera.” When in doubt, lighten the mood with a little humor, right? That’s what Cece was so convinced fixed any issue? “They’re still running around pulling their scams then, too? Ain’t that some bullshit?”
“Flexing is what I do best, as a matter of fact” Cece held her arm out and curled her fist, flexing the tiny amount of arm muscle that she had and pointing at it in true bodybuilding fashion. “Fair. It’s high time those kids learned how the real world works anyways. Get disappointed.” Cece realized that Otto was still holding onto the toaster and sighed. She didn’t know exactly how this fairy ring shit worked. “I’m not getting my toaster back, am I?”
“We both know you’ll give as good as you get,” Otto quipped, reclining back once more and closing his eyes in mental contemplation of his situation. And the inevitability of it all. “Absolutely, that has to be it… There is no other explanation for why people in this town are all so aesthetically pleasing.”
Nadia was a whole other conundrum. What did he have to do to fix this? And did he really want to do it considering the people invested in getting rid of her were all grade A assholes from the limited encounters online that Otto had with them? They didn’t give him much reason to want to help them and yet a part of him questioned whether he had a duty to do that. But when had he ever truly put the needs of other people above that which suited him? And therein lay the crux of his issue. “I know right? At this point I’m just going to let them play their games and see where they end up… If they win, great, if not I guess they only have themselves to blame.”
“Well then, I guess we need some soup.” With that he rolled back and then forwards propelling himself off the sofa. “Nope,” came the answer with a pop of the ‘p’ for emphasis “it’s gotta be sacrificed. But I’ll repay you for the donation once this is over… Probably.” With a small roll up onto his toes he tilted his head, “come on then!”
The night certainly hadn’t gone how Cece had expected. Otto brought a lot of information to light that Cece wasn’t entirely sure what she should be doing with. In almost all cases, none of this was her problem. Getting involved in more supernatural bullshit was the exact opposite of what she needed. It had been the entire point of escaping to a small town in the farthest possible state from anywhere someone thought Cece would go. This had been a chance to stay low. Clearly, Cece fucking sucked at that. Instead she ended up finding herself right in the middle of some supernatural epicenter, befriending people that couldn’t seem to go a week without attracting some magical clusterfuck of drama.
It was even more unfortunate than that Cece actually enjoyed her time here. The people, the excitement, the drama. Cece had never been much for staying lowkey. She hadn’t been in California and she hadn’t been within the coven either. She wasn’t sure why she thought she had any chance of doing it in Maine either. “You have a real knack for dragging me into your shitstorm, don’t you? You’re lucky I love you.”
Cece rolled her eyes. She guessed she was going to have to explain to Camille and Jane tomorrow why the toaster was suddenly gone. “Oh sure. I’ll wait with baited breath,” Cece laughed, sarcasm apparent in its tone. “I’m going to regret offering to help you, I know it already.” But it was better than sitting at home alone, she supposed.
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