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Why do they always look in their music videos like a group of kids in a sleepover who decided to put on an improvised show for the mom and the mom says stuff like "Woooow" "great job" "👍😀👍"
#hello goodbye#magical mystery tour#paul mccartney#john lennon#george harrison#ringo star#delulu posts
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Bang Chan ✧ MAMA 2022 Red carpet
#Bang Chan#Stray kids#staysource#jypartists#Christopher Bang#channiesnet#3rachasource#drm.pst#drm.gif#cheytermelon#usersilverstar#rutual#kiwitracks#amanda.tag#uservivi#shuaria#userbeepls#heyale#HELLO GOODBYE#everything is a mess except him asfgd
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10 November 1967
On this date, showing great foresight, Paul McCartney and Tony Bramwell film the video for "Now and Then" 56 years before it's needed.
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#today in the life#the beatles#paul mccartney#Tony Bramwell#hello goodbye#now and then#10 November#1967#Youtube
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hello goodbye
#this duo#fuck mbti are u a hello or a goodbye person#the beatles#paul the beatles#george the beatles#paul mccartney#george harrison#hello goodbye#john lennon#ringo starr
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If this doesn’t make sense it’s because I’m dead inside
Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x Reader
SFW, Angst
Word Count: 1′420
Warnings: Yandere, Captivity, Forced relationship, Angst, Hint of Stockholm Syndrome if you squint really hard. Making Mahito contemplate emotions is one of my favourite fic flavors.
If you spot the reference to another fic, you gain +1 intuition
There was no sound outside except for the patter of rain against the roof of your home.
The day was very monochromatic. The gray from the clouds was only accentuated by the thick mass of fog that had rolled in a few hours ago. Every so often the white noise of the rain was interrupted with the slow, gradual hum of a car passing by, or the sharp, sudden howl of wind as it warped around the corner of your house.
Perfect weather to stay inside.
You were huddled on your bed with a stack of pillows behind you to keep you upright. You weren’t in pajamas, but you weren’t exactly in clothes you’d go out in either. Sweatpants, a t-shirt, and an old hoodie felt like the most appropriate get-up for the halfway point between lazy and productive, even though at the moment you were leaning more towards the lazy side of things.
“Are humans purposefully this cryptic?” Mahito’s voice broke the silence, and you looked up from the book propped against your legs to his position at the foot of your bed. He was laid on his stomach with the pages of one of your old magazines spread in one hand.
You squinted a little, unable to make out exactly what he was referring to.
“How do you mean?”
He pointed towards a long column of text on the left page and tapped the paper with the tip of his finger three times. “This.”
The section he was referencing was splashed with an obscene amount of red and pink hearts alongside just the same amount of faux lipstick kiss marks. The only text you were able to read was at the top of the page in looped letters imitating cursive font.
Valen-time for Valentines!
You made a face. You’d been meaning to toss that one in the recycling bin…
“It’s referring to one of the holidays humans celebrate. Not all do, but the vast majority participate.”
Mahito blinked and brought the glossy page closer to his face. You thought if he held it any closer, he’d be learning through osmosis.
“What for?”
You hesitated, unsure of how you wanted to word your answer. Mahito was extremely inquisitive for what he was - and you knew what he was. It was part of why you never actively restricted any sources of knowledge he wished to obtain from you. You believed doing so would undoubtedly result in a demise that would be less than pleasant.
In the one time you had expressed this… concern to him, he assured you he had no interest in killing you. Yet.
It was that last little caveat that kept you from doing anything you’d consider needlessly silly.
You moistened your lips before you proceeded. “It’s meant for expressing affection and appreciation towards the people you love.”
He made a loud noise in the back of his throat and he dropped the magazine unceremoniously. “Love?”
“Yes.”
Out of all the things Mahito found the most complex about humans, it was emotions. Which, to his credit, was not that far off. They were one of the only things capable of sending him into extremely deep thought, and it was in those moments you felt you could look at him without the trepidation of him catching you.
You set your book aside as you observed him. His hair hung free of his signature three ties, the strands pooling around his elbows as he pressed his hands to his lips in a way that looked like that of prayer. The thought of the gesture meaning anything remotely religious would be funny if it weren’t so ironic.
Eventually he pulled himself up to sit cross-legged in one fluid motion that bordered on uncanny.
His hair fell to the side as he cocked his head. “What is love?”
“An excellent song from the early 90’s, if not overplayed.”
His quizzical look made you snort.
“Sorry, you made that one too easy.”
A low groan from the wind allowed you to pause without it feeling too unnatural.
“I don’t know.” You answered after a while.
Mahito’s eyebrows scrunched together - curiosity and disappointment melding together at your answer. “You don’t know.”
“Well I… I just-” You frowned, unsure of how to put it. “I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced it.”
He continued to stare at you in a way that compelled you to continue.
“I mean I do care about certain people in my life, and I have love for family members, but when it comes to people I’ve had relationships with I don’t know if I ever… felt love in any of them.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t humans supposed to ‘love’ the person they’re with?”
A small huff of air left through your nose. “Theoretically.”
He groaned loudly and fell dramatically against the bed, closing his eyes with a sigh. “You’re all so counterintuitive.”
That brought out a genuine laugh from you. “That’s the understatement of the century.”
You bit your lip once the moment passed, still not quite satisfied with the answer you gave him.
“I don’t know what to tell you other than love is incredibly complicated.” Mahito opened an eye to look at you as you spoke. “It comes in a lot of forms. Friends. Family. Lovers. All of them require a certain level of… devotion, and even protectiveness, which I suppose you can label as love.”
He deadpanned before making direct eye contact.
“You’re saying that I love you?”
The air immediately felt ten degrees cooler as soon as the words left his lips. It didn’t matter that it was in the form of a question. You felt your expression harden before you cleared your throat.
“What you feel for me isn’t love.”
He gave you one of those looks that you could never perceive as being deceitful or genuine. “No?”
“No.” Your voice was strong. Firm. “What you have for me is closer to desire or obsession rather than love.”
He dismissed your assessment with a wave of his hand. “Desire is to want something.” He lifted his head and propped his chin in his hand with a smile. “And I have you, don’t I?”
“Physically you do, but am I allowed to leave without the threat of harm to others?” You gestured to the outside world beyond the bedroom window. “Am I allowed to pursue the paths in my life that were laid out for me before I met you?”
The silence that followed was all the answer you’d ever need.
“That’s not love, Mahito, that’s obsession.”
“Is there a difference?”
There was a seriousness in his tone that blended so seamlessly with twisted innocence that it made you sigh deeply and audibly.
“There’s a thin line between them.” You admitted slowly. “One I don’t think Curses could ever distinguish.”
There was an odd pain that accompanied that sentence. One that made your heart ache as you watched Mahito’s eyes flicker back and forth between you, the magazine, and random areas of the room as he muddled over your words. Perhaps it was because, if he agreed, he would decide he no longer had any use for you. Maybe he would come to that same conclusion even if he disagreed.
Regardless, what you said was true. Curses were evil. He was evil. Born of hate and scorn - emotions that shared the commonality of obsession, only far more twisted and corrupt. You thought it unlikely he’d ever be able to tell the difference.
What purpose would he have in the long run for doing so?
The mattress dipped with the change in his applied weight as moved up the bed towards you. You pressed yourself back against the pillows, surprised by the sudden change in distance separating you.
“You said you don’t think you’ve ever felt love in your relationships.” He said. “Does that include me?”
It was a tick question. One meant to trap you on the blade of a double edged sword.
But you didn’t panic, instead locking eyes with him when you asked “Do you want me to love you?”
There was a distant boom of thunder as the tension hung above the both of you. It broke when he ran the back of his patchwork hand down your cheek. You didn’t flinch, even when he repeated a familiar phrase back to you.
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to.” He brushed his nose against yours in a gesture you deemed the closest he’d ever achieve to affection. “It’s not polite.”
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#riri writes#Mahito#Yandere!Mahito#Mahito x Reader#tw yandere#tw captivity#tw forced relationship#tw angst#tw stockholm syndrome#hello goodbye#crawling back into my stack of spiders
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#the beatles#george harrison#paul mccartney#john lennon#ringo starr#beatles#memes#here comes the sun#hello goodbye#sgt peppers lonely hearts club band
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Always, black. 🥀
#the colors are so pretty#hello goodbye#how are we doing#how are we feeling#felt cute#do you like it#do you like what you see?#onlyf@nz#dyed hair
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Mob AU from: @clownsuu
Uh... made on the knee and out of sticks and something else but... Do I like it? Yes I like.
I've been drowning in lettuce all these days.
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#the beatles#hello goodbye#iam the walrus#george harrison#paul mccartney#john lennon#ringo starr#album cover#coo coo ca choo#1967#late 60s#1960s#60s#vinyl records#vinyl community
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"Hello, Goodbye"
dark angel, 2x17
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20 October 1967
During an overdubbing session for "Hello, Goodbye," Paul McCartney erases a guitar solo and replaces it with the echoed line, "Why why why why why why do you say goodbye, goodbye?"
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