#Ringo is the witness

[seasaltmemories]

Being completely honest, as much as I enjoyed the buddy comedy duo of Ringo and Shouma in the first half of the series, when others would claim they were obviously in love with on another, it always felt a bit forced, as more time was dedicated to shenanigans and some growing understanding, than like other romantic signifiers

But their relationship really started to hit in the second half even though you could argue they do less together. In comparison to her destiny plots, the most Ringo can do is lend an ear to whatever troubles Shouma is going through, but her quiet refusal to run away is probably one of the most impactful choices she can make

A key component of trauma, is how isolating it can be, there's often this fear of tainting others or them pulling away once they see the full extent of it. And especially around subjects of grief and loss, often even helpful loved ones will be ill equipped to "fix" the situation.

So Ringo doesn't try to make things better, but she stays besides Shouma as a witness, another pair of shoulders to bear the pain. It reminds me of the Death Cab for Cutie song, What Sarah Said.

Love is watching someone die

So who's gonna watch you die?

#ringo oginome #shouma takakura #mawaru penguindrum #penguindrum #that song gives me a lot of penguin thoughts in general #but even though it isn't Shouma at risk of death until the very end #Ringo is the witness #as someone who has dealt a lot with grief #just having someone who will listen to how bad things are is transformative

[reflectismo]

Can the Baby’s In Black live in Munich 1966 aficionados please stand up.

#The Beatles #(If I were to have witnessed it live you already know I would’ve been like those guys at the beginning screaming) #John Lennon #Paul McCartney #George Harrison #Ringo Starr #Germany #1966 #(Shoutout to the other 15 people who care!)

[ringosmistress]

#john caught in action 😱 #george had to witness all that throughout these years #that's why he left the beatles 💯 #john lennon would spam mclennon pics if he had twitter #paul would repost everytime #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon #beatles #memes

[theres-a-bea]

VERY VERY IMPORTANT I NEED YOUR HELP: tot moots (or anyone who wants in) help me name arto's school (because apparently hyv gave us NOTHING) please I would greatly appreciate it and would send u pics of my cat in return

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfiction #cmon yall i'm at my wit's end i need some fancy schmancy school names #i will gladly give you unseen photos of my cat mr ringo starr

[paulic]

Sometimes I think of how Ringo had such a difficult youth with his health and later the gangs/violence he witnessed and then the drugs and alcohol problems, and then he posts pictures of broccoli or his painted toe nails and my heart just warms. Everyone makes fun of him (lovingly) for his peace and love attitude but he’s so right and it makes me happy to think he’s finally living a life that consists of discovering Snapchat filters and wearing fun hats

#it’s a love and be loved world baby #ringo #the beatles #beatles #ringo starr #richard starkey #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #classic rock #brian epstein #emmys thoughts

[bonithica]

“Ringo Starr, last to become a Beatle, came into the group not because I wanted him but because the boys did.

To be completely honest, I was not at all keen to have him.I thought his drumming rather loud and his appearance unimpressive and I could not see why he was important to the Beatles. But again I trusted their instincts and I am grateful now. He has become an excellent Beatle and a devoted friend. He is warm and wry-witted, a good drummer, and I like him enormously. He is a very uncomplicated, very nice young man.”

- Brian Epstein on Ringo Starr, A Cellarful Of Noise

#brian and ringo prolly have my fav dynamic #they’re just so cute #the beatles #brian epstein #ringo starr #60s #a cellarful of noise

[fivetrench]

Damn he really made the Jehovah’s Witness watch him do backflips

[Image Description: A screenshot of a tiktok video showing someone’s fenced backyard with a trampoline. There’s a person jumping on the trampoline, in the middle of doing a backflip. Standing to the right of the trampoline is a man in business attire, who is looking toward the person backflipping, hands in his pockets. There is a cat walking into frame in the bottom left corner. In the top left corner of the screenshot is a caption which reads “I made the Jehovah’s Witness watch me do backflips.” Drawn over the screenshot are various Eddsworld characters, Tord is drawn over the person backflipping, Tom is drawn over the Jehovah’s Witness, and Ringo is drawn over the cat. End ID.]

Close-ups + original image below the cut!

[Image Description: Three close-ups of the drawing above, the first shows a closer view of Tom, the second shows Tord, and the third shows Ringo the cat. End ID.]

[Image Description: The original screenshot from the drawing above, there is nothing drawn over it. End ID.]

#idk if this has been done before #but i couldn’t stop thinking about them after seeing this screenshot 😭 #eddsworld #ew #eddsworld fanart #ew fanart #eddsworld fandom #ew fandom #eddsworld tord #ew tord #eddsworld tom #ew tom #eddsworld ringo #ew ringo #digital art #my art #screenshot redraw #(idk if thats the right term but oh well) #heeheehee

[hastyprovocateur]

Ohaguro or teeth blackening was a common practice for aristocratic married women in Edo period, Japan and some men followed it too. There were a couple reasons for the trend, first being that richer women were able to afford regular makeup which comprised of a full white face as pale skin was considered beautiful.

With the absence of dental care, teeth were subject to appearing misshapen, discoloured so it was found prudent to blacken them. It was supposed to act as a cover for any dental imperfections that would otherwise stand out due to the white paint. It was also said to be a protective agent. Conversely, the look of rotten teeth were quite fashionable as it showed how many sweets wealthy women could afford to eat.

Considering Akemi, she doesn't fit the aristocratic beauty standard either. The Shogun's representatives called her "too old" with "a few good uses left." Aristocratic women, especially aspired to be plumper as it represented wealth and Akemi is a lot leaner by that standard. So in the show's cultural context, Akemi should've been glad to have her teeth blackened as her title rose to "Lady", she became wife in the Shogun's family and attained her ultimate mark of womanhood. To be ideal enough to be chosen as a wife to the Shogun's son.

This is where Akemi's individuality and wisdom falls in, she doesn't mind presenting herself beautifully and being feminine, however there is fine line between being forced to perform as a woman and doing it out of her own volition. With Taigen, Goro, Watari, Mizu and eventually Takayoshi, Akemi uses her feminine charm willingly. Being demure, appearing harmless, sweet and sexually inviting to get something out of the interaction.

She uses feminine talents like poetry, flattery and wit but not witty enough to make the man feel less than. However, at the time of arranging her marriage with the Shogun's son, Akemi was blindsided. She wanted to stay close to home, had apprehension against being raped/used/forcibly impregnated by the Shogun's son who was said to be a sadistic tyrant who likely killed his first wife for not being "wifely (read submissive) enough."

Of course Akemi was reluctant to blacken her teeth because it would be like being officially branded as a commodity. Thankfully, Takayoshi turned out to not be a brute and Akemi is more confident about her position in her new family.

It's ironic that out of all the "men," Akemi used her charms against, Mizu is the only one who saw through it. Likewise, Mizu couldn't uphold her ruse of tough masculinity with Akemi who told Mizu that "youre not the killer you pretend to be" and "your face isn't even so scary, you're just angry."

Which is a HUGE flip from how vicious the men get. Hachi with the gun, Taigen, Shindo, Hamata, the Four Fanged, the Thousand Clawed completely bought how manly she was, resorting to name calling and dirty tricks because they felt insecure. It means something to me that Akemi, pinpointed Mizu's disposition without seeing her naked, unlike Ringo. And Mizu found Akemi's weak spots without having her in a position of sexual engagement, like Taigen or Takayoshi

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #bes akemi #akemizu #mizu #mizu x akemi #taigen blue eye samurai #mizemi #ringo blue eye samurai #netflix blue eye samurai #bes netflix

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 17

George is so sweet to put so much effort into helping Ringo write his song and to not ask for any kind of writing credit. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, right? But also, I’d do that for Ringo too if I were him. Ringo deserves it for everything he’s given to that band and the little credit he’s received. 

“What am I playing, Richie?” “You’ll be on drooms.” If the Beatles know how to do one thing, it’s be cute. 

John, stop talking about Paul’s strong arms, you're embarrassing yourself. 

I do have to just include this here. From my Get Back book. I never heard, “was it sexually oriented?” on the nagra reels, but apparently that’s what Peter Jackson’s cleaned-up version gave him, and again, he was like, “hmm. Too gay.” 

He’s known Heather for how long? Less than a year, right? But if somebody had showed me just this footage and told me he’d raised her from a newborn, I would not blink an eye. That kind of tired but fond interaction is exactly how a dad plays with his kid. And she’s climbing all over him and bossing him around like he’s never not been in her life. It’s beautiful. 

And John, with his “are you going to eat them?” is the perfect sort of bad-example favorite uncle. The kind that would check her out of school when she’s older and go get her ears pierced when her dad had said she was too young. 

Sorry, I promise I’m not just going to be thirsting over dad Paul this whole time. I have to just make one thing clear, and this is the only thing I’ll say on the subject and then I’m done. If a man is a 3 and a good dad, he’s a 10. Paul was already an 11, so I’m literally just done-for. Okay, I’ll shut up. 

John and Paul doing their usual thing, only paying attention to each other. Talking about an Elvis gospel ending for Let it Be. George, smirking, stands up: and we’ll all kneel as you do it. If John had said it, Paul would be in stitches. But George said it, and he might as well have never opened his mouth for all the notice he gets. And it’s honestly heartbreaking, if you can take your eyes off of the insanity of John and Paul’s weird eye-contact, to watch George’s face go from excited at his own wit and hopeful for a laugh to just completely downcast. Twelve years of that. Twelve years. 

Ringo, you’re an absolute saint. He’s being so sweet to Heather, even letting her mess with his symbols, and then Paul has the audacity to tell him to “keep it lighter.” Like. Paul. Do you think that maybe the fact that he’s got a five-year-old over there “helping” him might have anything to do with how the drums are coming out? Just a thought. Anyone else would at least have something to say about it. Ringo just sort of nods along but he looks SO tired.

TFW you’re inspiring the next generation of women to be loud and free and take up space.

“Dig it” is actually insane to me. I know I’m crazy, but remember those twin dreams they had about buried treasure when they first met? “If you want it, you can dig it up.” ???

When George and Paul just jump into harmonizing together when they’re talking about The Long and Winding Road arrangement? Their voices are like magic together. I wish they would’ve had George sing that part in the final thing, actually.  

#that's all for today folks #even later then last time #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[sofie-toffy]

Mizu Headcanons

AN: Broo ive just finished blue eye samurai and im obsessed w it..so here are some headcanons! SHE WAS SO FINE IN THE LAST SCENE BTW UGHH

(I’ll be separating it based on genre eg. angst or fluff)

Warnings: Angst, Contains mentions of death & murder, spoilers! The fluff is x reader

(if you know me irl, no you don’t)

Angst:

- Mizu often thinks about how life would be if she chose to forgave her husband and didn’t kill him

- After Ringo leaving her she feels awful for what she’s done and wishes that she could let go of her revenge path but cannot

- Once Mizu’s “mother” betrayed her and Mizu killed her, she still had the motive of killing her father, but instead of the motive to avenge her mother it was to curse the man that made her live in the first place

- She understood that she never should’ve been born in the first place and was born as monstrous, hence her obsession with revenge. But there is obviously a part of her that wants to live a peaceful life

- She normally has panic attacks but no one has ever witnessed them except Swordfather

- When she was with her husband (the night before the sparring) that was the only time she felt loved for who she was

- She wanted to show who she really was as her husband asked to, and once she did she was called “a monster” and now she’s reluctant to show anyone even half of who she really is

- She overworks herself to the point of exhaustion and most times collapses, forgetting to eat and rest

- Whenever she checks her reflection, she imagines herself with brown/black eyes

- (Canon) she wears the same clothes she wore since she was a child and stitches them whenever they tear

- because of her binder she often has trouble breathing but she’s so used to it she thinks it’s normal

- She once wanted to gouge her eyes out so she won’t witness the looks of disgust when they see her eyes

- She’s entirely convinced that there’s no way she’ll ever be truly loveable. She’s convinced she’s monstrous in every way, from the hues of her blue eyes to the violence she bears

(MY POOR BABY I LOVE HER SM I JUST WANNA SEE HER HAPPY N SATISFIED 😭😭)

Fluff/Not angst(finally)

- Love language is quality time & acts of service

- Although she’s not aware of it, she has an unconscious fixation with music. Mizu has always been drawn to musical festivals and it both calms and excites her

- If given the time, she normally asks if you want to go to festivals (her unnamingly pleading for you to agree) and her face is relaxed the whole time, her fingers intertwined with yours

- I feel her normal dates with you would be very simple. She’d enjoy just spending time with you, quietly or with small chatter

- She loves stargazing with you. My god. Laying beside each other, feeling each others warmth contrary to the harsh snow as you look at the different constellations

- Actually, you’d be looking at the constellation while she looks at you with a small smile tugging at her lips, while she adores the light in your eyes as you gaze up

- Speaking of holding hands she LOVES to hold your hand, doesn’t matter if your hand is cold or warm, it intertwines with hers perfectly

- Whenever you compliment her eyes she doesn’t believe you until you say it a thousand times

- takes a LONG time to warm up to you, but once she does it is SO worth it

- unconsciously misses your warmth, once sleeping she searches for your hand to hold or for you to hug

- speaking of hugging, i think she can be both spoons but mostly big spoon

- loves resting her head on your chest but loves wrapping her arms around you, ensuring that you are safe

AN: GUYS I NEED HER SO BAD U DONT GET IT

#blue eye samurai #blueeyesamurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu headcanons #mizuxreaderhc #headcanon #headcanons #mizu fanart #fluff #besfluff #besangst #angst #fanfic

[andieperrie18]

When the SHEEP bare Fangs

Pairing: Mizu x Reader

Series: Blue Eye Samurai

Prompt: No blade was always made the same. In all of Mizu's life under the apprenticeship, there was only one black blade made in the forge of her swordfather. A special blade made of one particular samurai lineage that said to have ancestors the slayed demons that wreaked blood years ago. Now this blade was in the hands of one of her companion.

(Still haven't finished watching the series but it got me so hyped that its driving me crazy with how few the Mizu x Readers fics are. I'm still working this out. Its corny but this plot has been bugging me for days now everytime i'm watching.)

That blade was familiar.

One that she has seen before, when she was still a budding teen apprentice under an infamous swordsmith hidden in the woods of Kohama. Same dark and shiny blade which had flame like designs on the very edge and the signature of her master close to the very hilt of the blade.

No blade was always the same and even she cannot remember every single one she had smithed but this one, she has only seen it once, and now her second time as it was in the grasp of one of her companions, a shrine maiden who became their healer that she had met back in Horokonai. Ringo had met the girl after winning the sacred festival challenge and she had offered them lodging for the meantime.

Mizu would have assumed that Y/n was playing bait brave as Ringo dragged her wounded stated away from the number of enemies that surrounded them. She looked at the female dressed in a white loose jacket and a red hakama and the said blade black sword with a grip of natural swordwielder.

Her hand wrapping the handle was strong and firm, her feet apart, back full and levelled as it rise and fall. Mizu could see Y/n's growing breath with every gasp, each release going a few minutes slower than the one before. Just like that tenggu-masked client did when her swordfaster asked to know and witness how the client will wield the sword.

"Y-You... Your s-sword..." she trailed as Y/n turned to her before she her lips curved to that usual smile Mizu was so used to seeing.

TO BE CONTINUED...

(THAT'S IT. I CAN FINALLY WATCH IN PEACE. I'mma finish the series first.)

#mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x you #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai imagine #blue eye samurai x you #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[shebunie]

Can you do Mizu x British fem reader? So what happens is that mizu and reader got together (romantically) when they were back at London but whens mizu done with her quest she's goes back to Japan but with the reader. Reader and mizu goes to see everyone/friends that they know and their shocked (or you can choose depending on the person/character) that Mizu brought the reader also Mizu is very protective of reader and you continue off that if you want! Also can you do some lime to? 🤭

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟮.𝟳𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵𝘆, 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁. 𝗥𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲

"Spring is nearly at its bloom," Mizu remarked, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia as both of you strolled through the bustling streets of Kyoto. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, casting a delicate pink hue over the city. 

"The beauty of Kyoto in spring is truly something special," The sword wielder continued, her fingers lightly tracing the petals of cherry blossom as you passed by. "Each year, it feels like a renewal, a fresh start."

“You’ve always told me stories about its beauty but witnessing it in person, truly you did not give this sight justice with your words.” you teased the swordswoman, The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of the blossoms, and the distant sound of a shakuhachi flute added a melodic touch to the atmosphere.

Mizu giggled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and affection. "Perhaps, some things are better experienced than described." She glanced at you, her hand finding yours as she led you through the vibrant streets.

As you continued your leisurely walk through the streets, the blue-eyed warrior’s thoughts seemed to drift momentarily, a subtle melancholy shadow passing across her face. The journey she had embarked on, seeking vengeance for the discrimination she had to endure, had been long and arduous. But now, with the vendetta behind her, a new chapter awaited.

"There's a place I want to take you," she said mysteriously, her eyes regaining their usual determination. As you continued your stroll, the two of you reached the outskirts of Kyoto, heading towards Kohama. Mizu's steps became more deliberate, a mixture of anticipation and a tinge of hesitation in her demeanour. 

Sandals shifted on the dirt path, eyes as vibrant as the morning sky after early morning passed and looked down to that small little house. A sense of warmth, comfort, and familiarity washed through her as both of you slowly walked down the steep hill, Mizu gently lending a hand for your safety. Eventually, you arrived at the cabin, Mizu exhaled deeply as she approached the home with her hand tightly wrapped around the strings of her hat.

“I’m sure they’d be delighted to see you back alive, Mizu” you assured her, fingers tracing along the lines of her calloused hand. She nodded, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension in her gaze. The memories of this place were both tender and bittersweet.

She need not have to practice her words. Swordfather consistently extended a warm welcome, contrary to the doubts that lingered in the recesses of her mind. Nevertheless, she couldn't shake off a peculiar sense of obligation to Ringo. 

The door to the cabin opened hastily, revealing a tall yet chubby man, head wrapped with white fabric their eyes widened in surprise and then quickly filled with joy as they saw Mizu standing there. 

“Mizu!” The large man, who unexpectedly embraced her and hoisted her off the ground, exclaimed with joy, "You're back! A-And alive!" Ringo squeezed Mizu so tightly that the pain from her healing bones and wounds shot through her, though she was relieved not to feel indebted to him anymore. She grunted in response. 

“If… you don't put me down, n- neither of us will be," she warned, gritting her teeth. Ringo chuckled heartily, finally setting Mizu down but kept his stubs on her shoulders, as if making sure she was real and not just a figment of his imagination. Mizu couldn't help but grin at his exuberance, appreciating the genuine warmth that emanated from him.

Ringo’s eyes wandered to the figure beside his master, there you stood, with a soft smile on your painted lips, eyes emitting a gentle glimmer. “You brought a girl! - A pretty girl.”

You chuckled at Ringo's enthusiastic remark, recognizing the jovial tone in his voice. Mizu shot him a playful glare, but he seemed oblivious, still beaming with joy at Mizu's return, as her hand found its way to the side of your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It seems Mizu didn’t lie about your cheerful attitude, you’re too harsh for calling him annoying.” you voiced.

Ringo's expression shifted from joy to curiosity as he shook your hand vigorously. "Well, Mizu has never been one to bring just anyone around. You must be special," he declared, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Mizu rolled her eyes, used to Ringo's playful banter.

"Special or not, just don't let him talk your ear off with his stories. You'll be begging for silence within minutes," Mizu teased, earning a mock offended gasp from Ringo.

"Hey now, my stories are legendary! People travel far and wide just to hear them," Ringo defended himself, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. Mizu and you exchanged amused glances.

"Legendary for their length, maybe," Mizu retorted, earning a laugh from Ringo. As the three of you walked together, Ringo couldn't help but throw in another comment. "So, Mizu, spill the details! Where have you two been? Any epic battles? Dramatic rescues?" he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Mizu sighed, but there was a fondness in her eyes. "We've had our fair share of adventures, but not every tale is meant to be shared, Ringo. Some things are better left unsaid."

Ringo nodded solemnly, then grinned. "Of course, a samurai never reveals its secrets.” You chuckled, realizing that Ringo's friendly personality added a lively touch to the atmosphere. Sounds of something thudding against the ground interrupted the reunion, as your gaze settled on an old man.

“Swordfather.” Mizu greeted with a sudden stiffness. 

Swordfather looked at her his brows furrowed and his lips thinned. He hummed as he simply stared for a few tense moments. Mizu blinked softly, she nodded and he exhaled deeply. “This house is getting too crowded…” He muttered in slight annoyance and Mizu couldn’t help the relief she felt as she smiled at him.

You observed the interaction, noting the subtle dynamics between Mizu and Swordfather. Despite his initial gruff demeanour, there was an undeniable connection between them, an unspoken understanding. 

Bowing respectfully, acknowledging Swordfather's presence despite his blindness. His acute hearing allowed him to perceive your gesture, and he responded with a nod in your direction. "A new face, what brings you here?" he inquired, his voice calm but carrying a certain weight that hinted at his years of experience.

Despite being blind, his movements were sure and deliberate. He relied on the sounds around him, the rustling of leaves, the distant hum of the village, and the footsteps of those around him.

You introduced yourself, explaining the circumstances that led you to Mizu during her travels in London. Swordfather listened intently, his head tilting slightly as if to better focus on the sound of your voice. "Hmmm," he mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "In these troubled times, it is not uncommon for destinies to intertwine. Mizu has a habit of attracting interesting companions."

Ringo laughed, "You have no idea, Swordfather. Our friend here is not only interesting but quite skilled, too."

Swordfather's blind eyes seemed to fixate on you, or perhaps it was a mere coincidence. "Skills are valuable, but character is what truly matters. Mizu has a keen sense for both." His words carried a weight that hinted at years of wisdom and experience.

As you approached the entrance of the house, the aroma of incense and the soft murmur of the wind chimes welcomed you. Swordfather navigated the familiar surroundings with ease, relying on the sounds and textures to guide him. Mizu led him to his usual spot, a serene corner where he could listen to the world around him.

Once seated, Swordfather leaned back, exhaling slowly. "Mizu, my ears tell me you've brought more than just stories back with you. There is something else in the air, a shift in the wind." 

Mizu hesitated for a moment, exchanging a knowing glance with you, as if silently communicating something that went beyond words. She smiled, a subtle yet genuine expression that betrayed the unspoken connection between you two.

"Yes, Swordfather," she replied, her voice carrying a warmth that echoed her feelings. "I've encountered more than just tales during my travels. Fate has intertwined our paths in unexpected ways." She gestured toward you, introducing you in a manner that went beyond a mere recounting of events.

Swordfather's sightless gaze seemed to linger in your direction, as if trying to perceive something beyond the physical. "The dance of destinies," he murmured, "A connection that goes beyond the surface. Tell me, what is it that draws you to Mizu? In the realm of the heart, there are melodies that even the blind can hear."

There was a moment of vulnerability, a shared recognition of the emotions that had blossomed during your journey together. You took a breath, choosing your words carefully.

"Swordfather, in Mizu, I've found a kindred spirit," you began, your voice steady. "Our journey has been more than just an adventure. It's been a discovery of shared dreams, a dance of two souls finding harmony. There's a connection that transcends the ordinary, a bond that defies explanation."

Swordfather listened intently, his expression unchanged but a subtle nod indicating his understanding.

"In this life, sometimes the heart knows paths the mind cannot fathom," Swordfather spoke, his words resonating with a deep understanding. "Cherish this connection. For in the echoes of your hearts, you may find the strength to face the challenges ahead."

As the conversation shifted, the atmosphere in the room carried a new depth, a sense of shared understanding that went beyond the spoken word. 

Just as the poignant moment settled, the shoji doors slid open with a sudden force. The ambient peace shattered as Taigen, stood in the doorway. His eyes scanned the room until they locked onto Mizu, who had been standing quietly beside you.

"Mizu!" Taigen exclaimed, his voice cutting through the hushed atmosphere. "We have unfinished business, you and I. A duel was promised, and I've come to collect."

"You again?" 

Taigen's eyes narrowed, his focus unwavering on Mizu. "Forgive me, Swordfather. But a promise demands satisfaction. Mizu, do not deny me what is rightfully mine."

Mizu stepped forward, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "I have not forgotten, Taigen. But do you have to be such a pain in the ass?” Taigen scoffed, unsheathing his blade with a sharp metallic ring. 

Taigen smirked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of determination and amusement. "A promise is a promise, and I intend to keep it. Are you ready to face the consequences of your words?"

You could feel the tension in the room rising, the air thick with anticipation. Mizu's lips curled into a sly grin. "Consequences? You make it sound like I'm about to face the wrath of the gods. It's just a friendly duel, isn't it?" Taigen chuckled, a low, throaty sound that echoed in the room. 

"Perhaps you've forgotten the sting of defeat. I'm here to remind you."

As the two wielders squared off, you couldn't help but sense the undercurrent of rivalry that went beyond the boundaries of a simple duel. Mizu and Taigen circled each other like predators in a dance, their blades gleaming in the soft light filtering through the shoji doors.

Unbeknownst to you, Mizu's usually composed demeanour was cracking under the pressure of Taigen's persistent comments, about you. Her eyes darted between him and you, an unreadable emotion flickering in their depths. It was then that Taigen, with a mischievous glint in his eye, decided to turn the tables.

"Ah," he said with a smirk, "I can't help but wonder if your heart is in this duel or if it's distracted by other matters." He shot a quick glance in your direction, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment too long. Mizu's face betrayed a hint of annoyance, her jaw clenched. 

"Focus on the duel, Taigen. I have no time for your theatrics."

But Taigen was relentless. As the clash of steel filled the room, he continued his banter. "I gotta admit, I didn't expect to find such captivating company here. Maybe there's more to this journey than meets the eye."

You could see Mizu's grip on her sword tighten, a flash of irritation crossing her features. It seemed Taigen's words were getting under her skin. The duel became not only a test of skill but also a battleground for unspoken emotions. 

Finally, with a swift move, Mizu disarmed Taigen and held her sword at his throat. The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the heavy breaths of the combatants.

"Poor technique, easily learned," Mizu declared, her gaze cold. "Easily defeated."

As Mizu withdrew, she shot you a glance that carried a mix of frustration and something else— that lingered in the air. As Taigen retreated, she turned her attention back to you. The tension in the room lingered, thick like the scent of cherry blossoms on a cool breeze. The air crackled with unspoken words, and you could almost taste the lingering traces of the duel's emotional undertones.

As the shoji doors slid open, revealing the tranquil garden outside, Mizu stepped into the moonlit night. You followed suit, the night embraced them like a cloak, shadows dancing on their faces as they exchanged a few terse words.

"You're always so serious, Mizu," You teased, tone light as your hand reached to grasp her shoulder, tracing light patterns.

She turned to face you, her gaze softening under the moonlight. "I have to be serious. The world is not always forgiving." A hint of vulnerability peeked through the facade she usually wore. The tension from the duel seemed to linger, but now it was a different kind of tension—an electric charge that pulsed between you.

"Maybe," you said, stepping into the small distance between you, fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw, "but there's more to life than just battles and strife. Sometimes, it's about the moments we allow ourselves to savour."

The garden around you seemed to hold its breath, the only sound being the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Mizu's gaze dropped for a moment before rising again, a hint of something more profound in her eyes.

"Sometimes, though, I wonder if there's room for a different kind of seriousness in my life," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The air became charged with an unexpected intimacy, and you found yourself drawn closer to Mizu. The scent of cherry blossoms intensified, wrapping around both of you like a delicate perfume. The moon illuminated her features, casting a soft glow that accentuated the vulnerability she rarely revealed.

"Perhaps there is," you murmured, your fingers gently tracing a strand of her hair. The tension in the air shifted from the remnants of the duel to an unspoken connection, an energy that pulsed between you.

Mizu's gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, the world outside the garden seemed to fade away. The boundaries between, and the night became a canvas for something more profound. Without another word, she leaned in, and the touch of her lips against yours carried the weight of a thousand unspoken feelings.

Your lips, soft and familiar, sent a surge of warmth through her entire being. With every passing second, her breath grew more strained, muscles tensing in anticipation of your touch. Yielding to the magnetic pull between you, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into her embrace, the world outside fading away.

As her hands flattened against your spine, an electric current seemed to dance along her skin. Your hand, like a gentle breeze, found the curve of Mizu's neck, fingers starting a sensuous dance, caressing the delicate contours beneath. With each tender touch, a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, intermingling with the shared breath of the moment.

Kissing her back, your lips traced a path of desire, leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of passion. The sensation of your fingers on her neck sent shivers down her spine, and a subtle smile played upon her lips, a silent acknowledgement of the intimate connection forged in that tender embrace.

A momentary pause lingered as the kiss continued, a shared symphony of desire. As you pulled away slightly, her gaze, infused with a delicate lightness, met yours. The air between you crackled with the unspoken, silent language of longing. Her breath, a soft melody, hung in the air, a testament to the lingering sensuality that bound you together.

#blue eye samurai #mizu brainrot #blue eye samurai x reader #fanfic #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x you #bes #fic #request #this was so much fun #ringo #swordfather #mizu my beloved #like ahhhh #this is perfect #i love this so much #meow #hehe :3 #this is so real #i love women #bes fluff #fluff #x reader #lime #hunie writing #the kids miss you #bes mizu #taigen #mizu

[erinarigby]

ringo looks a mute village boy who was the sole witness to a violent murder

[got-ticket-to-ride]

After a palpable silence, Paul said, "Well, that's an interesting one" also known as "slowly dying inside"

According to an article by the Daily Mail, this picture was taken by a fan on May 28, 1968. John Lennon coolly stares into the camera. Alongside him, George Harrison has in his shirt pocket a resignation letter from Paul McCartney – apparently written a full two years before he would eventually quit. Mr Herring says he took these intimate pictures of the Beatles after turning up uninvited on John’s doorstep, later sharing a car ride with him to George Harrison’s house to see the Beatles recording – and witnessing the opening of a letter said to announce McCartney’s resignation.

Could this have been Paul Mccartney's kneejerk reaction to having to listen to Two Virgins?

In his 1980 David Sheff interview John said: "After Yoko and I met, I didn’t realise I was in love with her. I was still thinking it was an artistic collaboration, as it were – producer and artist, right? We’d known each other for a couple of years." (also known as forcing myself to love someone to mend my broken heart because someone betrayed me)

As far timeline goes, John left India April 12, 1968. John then went to find his next best thing to "get back" at something someone did in India. In May 2, 1968 he made the "Two Virgins" tape with Yoko and presented it to his bandmates.

After a palpable silence, Paul said, “Well, that’s an interesting one.” ALSO NOW KNOWN AS "wait till I send you my resignation letter on May 28, 1968"

John then says: “You need to understand that this is where she and I are now. I don’t want to hold your hand anymore.” (this was directed to The Beatles - but we all know who it was for)

Ringo and George are just silent throughout the whole thing, because mother and father are fighting. And mother's heart is breaking.

So in conclusion, I want to hold your hand was their love song, huh.

#This is a satire #Mclennon #John Lennon #Paul Mccartney #The Beatles #Lyrics #I want to hold your hand #Two Virgins #India #what happened in india?

[reflectismo]

RINGO & PAUL: A MINI COMPILATION

McCartney offers a further, more emotional reminiscence: "I probably bore him by telling him the moment when the three of us realised he was The Guy. In my recollection it’s at the Cavern and there's me, John and George — which, right there, is pretty cool — standing at the front doing our thing, facing out on the mics. And then behind us there's this new guy depping, who we knew we liked — we'd seen him in another band. But now he was playing with us. And it just felt so different. It felt so amazing, and it just locked in with what we were all about. And I have this very vivid recollection of kind of looking at John and him looking at me and looking at George and him looking at me, and the three of us are going, 'What the fuck, this is fucking amazing!" As McCartney describes this, he wipes his eye. "And as you can see, it gets emotional. There was a moment."

Keith Smith, Assistant Engineer: All I can say about Ringo is that you just have to listen and watch him playing drums with Paul on bass, it's pure synergy. I can't think of any other way to describe it. He is a completely unique drummer and when they play together it's as near to perfect and natural as I have ever witnessed. It is something that still to this day hasn't changed.

McCartney digresses for a moment to describe the most recent example of getting-together-with-Ringo, nine days before this conversation, at the end of his show at Dodger Stadium: "Just the other night we finished our tour in Los Angeles and Ringo got up and we were doing 'Helter Skelter' together, and when I wasn’t on the mic, in the solo breaks and stuff, I really made a point of turning round and watching this guy drum. And thinking, 'My God, you know, the memories across this ten-yard gap here,' with him on the drums and me on the bass. The lifetime that’s going on here, and here he is! And I was just listening to him during that song. I was doing my performance but basically [he sings] When I get to the bottom I go back to the top — as I’m doing that bit, there’s normally just the guitars sort of playing, but Ringo did what’s on the record" — McCartney sings the drum part to demonstrate — "building. So I’m going, 'Oh yeah, great.' So you know it’s a sort of magic."

"It’s always a special experience to play with Paul," says Ringo now. "I love Paul and I love his playing and, you know, we spent a lot of time together in the sixties."

#Ringo Starr #Paul McCartney #The Beatles #(Me coming back just to post a Ringo & Paul photo/quote compilation?) #(You know it) #(MY RHYTHM SECTION) #Flaming Pie

[i-live-for-lennon]

REAL

i miss john and george, and i never shared a lifetime with them. i’m so lucky that i do get to witness paul and ringo, but i still miss the other two so much.

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #music #mclennon