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ilovedig · 2 years

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The more I listen to "If I Fell" the gayer it gets.

This got really rambly so it's all below the cut

All the references to "her" or "she" sounds like he's talking about the other person's woman.

That you Would love me more than her

You would love me more than you love her

Don't hurt my pride like her

Don't hurt my pride like you will hurt hers when she finds out we're together. (which kinda sounds like don't cheat on me, which is endlessly funny to me, considering the two people we're talking about)

And that she Will cry When she learns we are two

That's the first time it could possibly be about John's own wife. But more likely that Jane will cry (which, again, endlessly funny because Jane and Paul weren't monogamous anyway.)

No matter how many times I read these fucking lyrics, I can't hear it straight. And it's not just because I see most of their songs through gay lenses, there just isn't a straight way to read those lines.

How on earth would "You would love me more than I love her" make sense? Or don't hurt my pride like she hurts mine even though I'm the one leaving her? I get that it's don't hurt my pride like I'm gonna hurt hers, but that doesn't really make sense either.

The song is a man talking to another man who has a girlfriend. Or it could be a lesbian song too, but Cyn wasn't sleeping around on him with some girl and that wouldn't make sense anyway, though someone should write that fanfic.

This isn't the last time he did this either

Here's "No Reply"

If I were you, I'd realize that I Love you more than any other guy And I'll forgive the lies that I Heard before, when you gave me no reply

Like I get that supposedly you're putting yourself in her shoes, but, it kinda just sounds like you're saying you love him more than any other guy. Not to mention, the song starts with the other person giving no reply. Not John. Soooo you are in their shoes cause you're talking about yourself.

I don't know if there are other instances of John talking about another guy as directly as these two (first one is obviously Paul, second probably isn't, maybe George) other than "She Said, She Said" which had the original lyrics of

He said I know what it's like to be dead And you're making me feel like my trousers are gone

as opposed to

And you're making me feel like I've never been born

Basically, Peter Fonda was hot as fuck and they were both tripping and said "I know what it feels like to be dead" and his breath was in John's ear and it was more of a turn-on than it was creepy

I just went seven thousand different places instead of staying with one topic

My bad

Anyway, all of that shit is really gay and I can't find another explanation.

#mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney #lennison #peter fonda #if I fell #no reply #she said she said

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chaoticvampirejedi · 2 years

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Summary | A/N: Soooo, some time ago I started to wonder what the clones' kids think about their fathers and their past and that's how I wrote this short story. It is mostly about my clone OC - Traitor, his daughter Era, and Era's memories of her father.

CW/TW: Angst, trauma, nightmares

Tags: @hellothere-generalangsty @twinkofthedink @ladykatakuri

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My dad was always happy.

At least that's what I used to think when I was younger.

When I was five he seemed to me the happiest person in the whole galaxy. He always smiled broadly, joked all the time, and his presence made everyone immediately feel better. He also had these amazing colorful hairstyles as he always dyed his curly hair bright, vivid colors, often asking me and my little sister for help in choosing his new hair color. Some of our suggestions were definitely not good, but he would listen to them anyway, just to make us happy

When I was 7, my sister and I tried to make ourselves similar hairstyles using some paints that we found in our house. When our parents found us, my red hair was stuck together with pink paint, and Joy's montrals and lekkus were covered with colored spots that could only look like a spaceship to a 5-year-old. Fortunately, they weren't mad. Dad was laughing so much he had to leave the room, and mom tried really hard not to do the same.

Mom also was amazing. She might seem strict at first glance, but all the kids in the neighborhood loved her. No wonder since she ran a local school and, together with my dad, always tried to help everyone. I guess they were simply good, happy people who never stopped being in love with each other. A Chiss' senator's daughter and a clone who, despite many odds, decided to be together and raise two adopted daughters on this, forgotten by the Force planet. Perfect couple, right? I've always envied them what they had; I've never been very lucky in love.

But in every, even the best relationships, there are struggles to overcome. Sometimes it's fighting over stupid things, sometimes the financial situation, and in my parents' case, it was the past.

I don't know how old I was when I first saw my dad crying. I think I was around 6 or 7 years old. Maybe a little younger. I really can't remember, but what I remember is that it was the morning of Empire Day. Joy was still sleeping, but I got hungry so I went to the kitchen to silently steal some cookies that dad had baked the previous day. As I walked down the hall, I heard noises from the living room that I didn't expect to hear, and then, hidden behind the door frame, I saw it. Dad, who was the happiest and bravest person in the world to me, was crying, with his face hidden in his wife's arms as she lovingly stroked his hair in the colors of the stormy sky I was shocked. Dad never cried! He was always happy and so lively. Maybe it'll sound stupid but to be honest, up to this point I didn't even think that he could cry. Sure, everyone sometimes cries but him? I ran quickly to my bedroom and never mentioned to anyone what I saw.

A few months later I had a nightmare. The previous evening, my friends and I told each other spooky stories and one of them, about a monster that supposedly kidnaps children in our area, scared me a lot. I woke up shaking and saw that my parents, who had to be called by worried Joy, were sitting on my bed. When they finally managed to calm me down, and mom went with my sister to make tea for everyone, I felt terribly ashamed. After all, I was too old to have nightmares! Dad realized immediately that something was wrong and asked me about it. When he heard the answer, he moved closer to me and hugged me.

"Don't feel ashamed ad'ika. Everyone has nightmares. Even grown-ups."

"Even you?" I asked surprised.

"Yes." He ruffled my hair. "Even me."

"Really? What are your nightmares?" I couldn't think of a single thing that he might have been afraid of.

"Your sister's creepy tooka doll," he said without hesitation and I giggled. Joy's favorite toy really looked creepy, it was missing one eye, one arm, and it was all covered in stains of red paint that no one could wash off. Dad started joking even more, and for a while, I forgot about the nightmares and what he said.

I tried not to think about all of it too much, but the older I was, the more I understood that dad's life wasn't as blissful as it always seemed to be, because, although he was so happy so often, his past still affected him.

I saw it in his long lonely walks that he took sometimes.

I saw it in the pain in his eyes when I once carelessly asked him why he didn't keep his old armor.

I saw it in his sad smile every time he had to say goodbye to his brothers when they visited us from time to time, and I saw it in the way he always kept telling us, there is nothing wrong with crying.

When worried, I asked what happened, he just shook his head slightly.

I remember all those moments, and much more, but I most remember one thing that happened much later in my life. It was right after my first successful mission for the Resistance. I was so happy that day; nothing seemed impossible, and I felt I could do anything, even defeat the Emperor myself. I knew my dad was proud of me, he told me so himself, holding me in a long hug, but as soon as he finally pulled away from me I saw that one single tear was running down his cheek.

"Nothing ad'ika. It's nothing," he said, smiling weakly. "I just… I just want you to know that I'm here for you."

"Yeah, dad. I know. You and mom always tell me that." I smiled back and squeezed his hand gently, not quite understanding what he meant by that.

He shook his head once more.

"No Era." I couldn't remember the last time he was so serious. "What I wanted to say is this is a real fight and as much as I don't want it bad things may happen to you, your sister, or your friends. These things will end, and everything will be ok again, but the memories will stay with you forever and I want you to know that at times when you feel overwhelmed by them I will always be there for you."

And he was right.

When I talk about my parents, especially my dad, many people wrongly assume that he was actually sad and only pretend to be happy, but I don't think that was the case.

I think that my dad was, and still is, a very happy, brave, and joyful person who loves life. He just wasn't happy all the time. No one is.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #sw fanfiction #sw fanfic #sw oc #star wars oc #clone oc #sw clones

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