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here-comes-the-moon · 2 years

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d’ye smoke? (part II)

george harrison x reader

the next day you were still thinking about the outburst you had with john and the chat with george, you decided the best thing to do was to just pretend it never happened. that was your plan anyways when you entered work that morning and took a seat at your desk, you had just begun to sort through the stack of paperwork on your desk when in came strolling three of the beatles themselves. to your dismay the missing beatle was the one you wished to speak to the most, george.

you watched in your peripherals as the three boys neared you, ‘good morning love’ paul called out just as they got to your desk making you lift your head with a smile ‘good morning boys.’ they stopped in front of your desk and both ringo and paul looked to john expectantly ‘good morning-‘ he muttered before being delivered a harsh jab to the side by paul, he yelped turning and glaring at paul who stood his ground. john sighed before turning back to you ‘i’m sorry about my behavior i think i’m funnier than i am, i didn’t mean to upset or embarrass ye it was just a laugh,’ he read his apology rather robotically and monotoned and you could tell they’d obviously been practicing this in the car before entering. still you’d take it, you smiled warmly up at him ‘thank you john, it’s alright.’ john snapped right back to his cocky attitude again though and gave you a smirk and a wink which did make you giggle slightly before he turned to the other two ‘was that good enough for ye?’ paul just rolled his eyes before grabbing his elbow ‘cmon ye daft prick’ and guiding him towards the studio.

it was only a few minutes later that the doors flung open again and george came scrambling in, his hair a mess and his suit disheveled along with a half eaten bit of toast hanging from his mouth. you watched him pace towards you trying to fix his suit the best he could, he was in such a hurry he nearly went to walk right by you if it hadn’t been for your sweet voice calling out a gentle ‘good morning george’ that stopped him in his tracks. he mentally cursed himself for looking the state he was in and for nearly walking by you, still he turned to you taking the bit of toast out his mouth bashfully and flashing you a smile showing off his fangs, ‘good morning y/n.’ you chuckled slightly as you took in his appearance fully now ‘sleep in?’ george’s cheeks tinted as he looked down at himself, ‘yeah’ ‘late night was it?’ you didn’t mean to intrude it just slipped out. However you got the feeling you overstepped when george looked back up to you a bright shade of crimson red, ‘uh- well- ye could say that-‘ you suddenly got the feeling that the late night wasn’t such an unaccompanied event. ‘oh- shit sorry- i didn’t mean to-‘ ‘no no no yer alright- i mean how would ye have known’ an awkward silence ensued as you both looked everywhere but at each other. ‘i best head in’ ‘yeah- uh i actually have some things for all of yous to sign’ ‘gear’ you got out from behind your desk lifting the few bits of paper you needed signatures on and followed after george.

you couldn’t deny your heart sunk a little knowing he was with another girl, i mean you weren’t dumb you knew what their life ensued but it was still a painful truth you weren’t ready to experience first hand.

george pushed open the door first entering the studio, laughter and clapping filled the room ‘there he is little georgie, how was yer shag?’ john howled heavily amused, george’s face looked identical to a beetroot and the laughter soon stopped as you appeared behind him. ‘shit’ john muttered, ‘uh- i just came to get some of your signatures on this’ you pushed through the painful awkwardness and started sorting the papers highlighting where they should sign. it was a quick but painfully awkward situation as you waited for them all to sign, ‘thanks boys’ you thanked them sheepishly before heading back out to your desk.

‘well fucking done’ george seethed at john, ‘what the fuck did i do?’ george just stared at john with a confused expression, ‘ye just broadcasted my fucking sex life to our fucking assistant!’ ‘correction the assistant he wanted to fuck’ paul cut in. george blushed as he turned to paul gaping ‘i dont- that isn’t-‘ ‘no. fucking. way.’ john muttered with an amused grin, ‘little georgie porgie has the hots for our assistant’ he smirked as paul and ringo snickered. george groaned knowing there was no point trying to defend himself, he sulked over and dropped himself into a chair ‘i don’t just want her for a quick shag’ george muttered. ‘how poetic of ye’ paul scoffed, ‘modern day shakespeare in our midst, thee not wanteth her for a quick shag’ john mocked. ‘fuck up ye know what i meant’ george mumbled defeated, ‘i know what ye mean george’ ringo smiled walking over and patting his shoulder ‘and if ye really want a chance with the bird then take yer shot.’ george smiled up at his friend, ‘thanks ritchie.’

‘I mean nobody can blame ye she’s a pretty little thing’ john commented and paul whistled through his teeth ‘she isn’t half, had she not worked for us-‘ george couldn’t help feel jealousy coarse through his veins at the way his mates were talking, ‘don’t fucking finish that’ he warned and the three boys snickered. 'listen georgie,' John started as though he was about to say something very wise, he took a seat in front of George and waited a second for dramatic emphasis. the rest of the boys all listening intently and awaiting his advice, 'if ye want a relationship with the bird maybe ye should, I don't know, stop shagging other birds?'

George's heart dropped as he leaned back with a groan, moving his calloused hands up and dragging them over his face, Paul let out a chuckle 'I know we were expecting something a little more inspirational but he’s not wrong george.’ George huffed at Paul’s words, he knew he was right, he didn’t want to continue this path of just continuous one night stands. Sure it was fun all the girls fawning over his every move but he also wanted someone to go home to at night and just cuddle, someone to experience all the wonders he saw with him, and someone to be his inspiration in his music as it developed. ‘who was it anyways?’ John piped up leaning back and fishing the pack of cigarettes out his suit pocket, George inwardly cringed at the name about to spill from his lips.

‘pattie boyd.’

deathly silence overtook the room as all three boys gaped are George, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and also dread. ‘not, pattie pattie’ ringo pleaded with George, George had to try his best not to turn crimson under the boys’ scrutiny. ‘tell me ye didn’t shag the one bird ye promised to never shag again’ paul begged also taking a seat next to John and holding his hand out for a cigarette. John placed the cigarette in Paul’s open palm still staring at George, ‘so what did ye tell her’ John asked the question they were all wanting to. ‘I told her the truth, it was a one time thing’ George shrugged bouncing his knee up and down thinking of the awkward exchange that morning, ‘and she left?’ ‘no she’s waiting in the flat right now, course she fucking left’ George struck out sarcastically, heavily embarrassed by his mistake of sleeping with the model. George stood up shaking his suit jacket off and flinging it over the chair, ‘can we stop talking about my dating life and actually rehearse something’ he asked with a raised eyebrow and the boys all hummed in agreement before picking up their instruments and starting to play through some songs.

It was time for your break and you pushed your chair out, grabbing your packet of cigarettes before walking to the front door, wanting fresh air and a bit of space to smoke in peace like the day before. you took a seat on the cold stone step and lit your cigarette, taking a draw as you watched the people walk by the studio on their errands. you were so into your people watching you didn’t even hear George come out behind you, only realising when he caught your attention as he took a seat beside you. ‘ ‘s fucking freezing out here’ he whined shivering slighted making you snicker, ‘you’re more than welcome to go sit inside George.’ ‘what kind of gentleman would I be leaving you to sit here alone’ ‘a warm one’ you joked light heartedly as he let out a hearty laugh, a laugh so beautiful it made your heart hammer in your chest. george took out a cigarette for himself from his pocket before lighting it up and releasing a puff of smoke into the air, ‘smoking really isn’t good for you’ you smirked taking a drag of your cigarette and blowing the smoke in his direction.

george had to take a second to resist the urge to pull you into a kiss right then and there, instead he settled on a grin. ‘are you going up to see your family like the other boys?’ you asked softly going back to your people watching as you awaited his answer, ‘yeah if I don’t me mam will have me strung up’ George tried to sound bothered but you could tell in his tone he really loved his family and was excited to see them. ‘what about you, any plans for seeing the family?’ you thought for a second but shook your head, ‘I probably won’t have time, too much to do here not to mention I’m moving so I need to move my stuff into my new apartment.’ George nodded letting out another exhale of smoke, ‘well if ye need any help-‘

George was cut off as a car drove into the car park of abbey road studios, your conversation drifted off as you both watched carefully to see who was driving. You both had very different reactions when a head of long luscious blonde locks got out the car, she was a young girl around the same age as you and George, she had makeup on and everything was perfectly adjusted on her tall skinny body. her heels clicked along the road as she approached the stairs, her voice just as sweet as honey as she called out a pleased ‘george!’

you watched her in amazement, trying to recognise where you had seen her face before. however, next to you george sat there, dread spreading across his whole body as pattie drew closer to him. he was so startled by her appearance that he jumped to his feet, leaving you sitting there next to him herself. ‘pattie, what- what are you doing here?’ George questioned without trying to sound rude, ‘I’m here to see you silly!’ she grinned flashing her pearly white teeth. that’s when it clicked to you, how you didn’t recognise her before is beyond you, standing in front of you was pattie boyd. one of the most famous, and most beautiful models out the now.

as your eyes scanned over her outfit you became increasingly aware of your old shirt and skirt that was now dirty from sitting on the step, you self consciously rubbed your arms tightly. however your eyes still were able to leave your outfit and look up just in time to see pattie rise up on the step and press a kiss to George’s lips. It was a short tender kiss and that was all it took to rip your heart out.

you got up awkwardly, ‘uh I best get going I’ve well and truly ran over my break time’ you joked awkwardly trying not to cry. George’s head snapped round to you, guilt and shame spread all over his face ‘y/n-‘ ‘I’ll see you later george.’

You stood up dusting the dirt from your skirt and turned on your heel to leave when George called out for you a second time, ‘y/n, the offer stands.’ It took you a second to register he was referring to what he was saying before pattie turned up, he was offering to help you move in, you wanted to say yes but after seeing pattie smiling up at George lovingly and running her nails over his chest you decided better and forced a smile. ‘thanks george.’

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#60s #classic rock #george harrison #george harrison imagine #george harrison x reader #get back #john lennon #pattie boyd #paul mccartney #richard starkey

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hubbie22 · 2 years

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If I was one of Vecna’s victims and he’s about to get me, then this absolute banger comes on.

Vecna: Is that Eric Clapton??

Me bobbing me head and singing: the guitar god himself.. “I played for you own my guitar, we didn’t last long…”

Vecna finishing the lyric: “we didn’t go far. and though the times have changed and we have rearranged. Will the ties that bind remain the same?”

Me: what a bop. the lyrics just get me every time.

Venca: do you know what this song is about?

Me ugly crying: Pattie Boyd hearing George Harrison was getting married. And I love all 3 of them so much.

Vecna: my otp 😿

Me and Vecna crying and talking about how much we love Pattie Boyd.

The gang waiting for me to come out of my trance.

Me waking up: Hey guys, Vecna wants to know if can stay a little longer… we aren’t done comparing our favorite Pattie Boyd looks. And who we’d chose Clapton or Harrison.

#stranger things #st4 volume 2 #st vecna #eric clapton #pattie boyd x eric clapton #george harrison x reader #my thoughts at 3am #Spotify

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harrisonarchive · 8 months

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Photo by Max Scheler.

“[I feel] more fragile when it comes to music [these days]. If a car comes past me in a traffic jam with a boom box going, I jump out of my skin. Those big booming basses. I’m just more sensitive to noise these days.” - George Harrison, AP, February 2001

“George was never very comfortable with that level of fame. The Beatles had experiences where they realized, on tour, that they were trapped in their hotel room. They couldn’t go anywhere. That’s when George realized what fame had done to them, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t understand why HE was famous. Why him and not somebody else?” - Pattie Boyd, American Photo, July/August 2008

“He was shell-shocked from the whole Beatle experience. Literally shell-shocked. He hated loud noises. And imagine if all day, every day, for five or six years, people were screaming at you when you opened your door, jumping on the hood of your car, looking in your window. And then there were the death threats. He wanted to be far away. And he wanted sunshine.” - Olivia Harrison, Architectural Digest, August 2007

“If you had 2 million people screaming at you, I think it would take a long time to stop hearing that in your head. George was not suited to it. […] George talked a lot about his nervous system, that he just didn’t want to hear loud noise anymore. He didn’t want to be startled. He didn’t want to be stressed.” - Olivia Harrison, Rolling Stone, September 15, 2011 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #quotes by George #George and fame #Beatlemania #The Beatles #Pattie Boyd #Olivia Harrison #George and Pattie #George and Olivia #1960s #1964 #fits queue like a glove

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ljblueteak · 2 months

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Pattie Boyd, George Harrison and John Lennon collaborative drawing of Kinfauns, 1969. From The Pattie Boyd Collection (x)

#Pattie Boyd #George Harrison #John Lennon #The cat!!! I wonder who drew what?

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friendofgeorgeharrison · 2 months

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George Harrison and Pattie Boyd on their honeymoon trip to Barbados, February 1966 (x)

via The Pattie Boyd Collection

#george harrison #pattie boyd #geo photo #*mine #he's so smiley. i can't-

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goldenwilliamson · 1 year

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What about a Beatle!reader x Paul maybe or John where you guys are really good friends and flirt with each other all the time and then maybe one of you decides to act on it?

okay. so. i decided to make this request somewhat of a part 2 to this request that i wrote a little while ago. i just thought that writing about this already developed relationship with paul would be fun. hope its alright!

pairing: paul x reader

summary: after paul helps you out when you express your unrequited feelings towards george, you realise paul is the one you should be with. PART 1 HERE

warnings: PDA? lollll

George and Pattie's New Year's Eve party had well and truly kicked off. After your little deal with Paul you had floated around socialising with the people you knew. You were stood speaking with Eric Clapton when Paul sidled up to you.

"Oh, hello," you smiled as his arm moved around you and his hand found its resting place upon your hip.

“Hi,” Paul smiled at you with his eyelids slightly drooping. You can see he’s had a good amount to drink and smoke at this stage of the night.

Something in the way Paul is looking at you makes you feel flustered, almost like butterflies.

“Are you having a good night, love?” You ask.

“I’m having a wonderful time, how about you Eric, you alright?” Paul turns to Eric.

“Yes sir,” he smirks, looking between you both, “I’ll leave you to it then,” he sends a subtle wink toward Paul, which you don’t miss.

Paul spins you so that you are facing him completely and lets his hands rest around your waist, clasped at the small of your back. You shamelessly let your arms snake around his neck and look at him in a way you’ve never looked at him before. You were looking at Paul as if he was the most attractive man you’ve ever known.

“What are you trying to do?” You say, making Paul smirk.

He leans close enough to you that you think he’s about to kiss you on your neck, but instead he whispers, “Just trying to get him off your mind.”

There’s that feeling again. The butterflies, and the goosebumps all over your arms and legs.

You take in a sharp breath as he pulls away, “I think it’s working.”

Paul smiles proudly and laughs a little bit, "I never expected this would be happening."

"What's that?" You ask, your face lighting up at the sight of Paul's happiness.

"I never thought I'd be with you like this," he holds you a bit tighter and pulls you a bit closer to emphasise his point.

"Neither did I, but I'm liking it," you tell him honestly.

You feel so safe in his arms, and you honestly don't know how this had never happened before. Paul is constantly flirting with you, and you're always giving it straight back to him. You both have always played it off as jokey banter, but tonight it's clear that there was truth behind all that playfulness.

"I am too, love," Paul says.

You decide you don't want to wait around any longer, it just seems silly to deny yourself pleasure at this stage.

"Do I have to wait until midnight for you to kiss me?" You ask.

"I think we can work around that rule," Paul says as you both lean into each other smiling. You find each others lips with ease, fitting into each other like jigsaw pieces, and falling into a rhythm as you continue to kiss each other. Being with Paul was something you never knew would feel so good.

As you pull away, you can't help but smile, and you just about laugh at the situation.

"Why have we never done that before?" You say.

"Well until about an hour ago you were in love with my best mate," Paul explains.

He did his job well because right now George is the last thing on your mind, all you can manage to think about is how much you want to stay with Paul the rest of the night, and how you hope this isn't a one night thing.

"That was silly, I couldn't see that the person I should be with was right it front of me," you say.

"I couldn't see it either, but I can see it now."

"Kiss me again," you say, wanting to keep feeling that feeling over and over again.

"Happily."

#paul mccartney fic #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney imagine #paul mccartney fluff #beatlesimagines #beatles imagine #beatles fic #beatles x reader

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javelinbk · 2 months

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Kind of disappointed that the ‘rock legends’ love triangle’ headline wasn’t about John/Paul/X , but close enough…

#the more I learn about eric clapton the more I hate him #george harrison #pattie boyd #george and pattie

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mysweetgeo · 9 months

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Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

hello love! i am soooo so sorry about the very very long wait for this—i found myself quite busy and in quite a writing slump. i hope this is worth the wait !

Cupid's Arrow

Request: Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

14: “I’ve been hit with Cupid’s Arrow.”

16: “Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!”

Pairing: John Lennon x Reader

Warnings: Only a bit if swearing, dare I say a bit mild for good old Lennon.

Not written with an extremely specific era in mind—sometime after George and Pattie married in January 1966.

You and John Lennon hardly had a conventional relationship—if you could even call it that.

Yes, that John Lennon.

You were currently one of the many personal assistants to Brian Epstein, therefore making you an assistant to The Beatles.

You’d ‘landed’ the gig when the lads had first taken off in Liverpool—you had worked at NEMS for Brian ever since you were able to work as a teenager.

While you loved your job, you did find many aspects of your work incredibly stressful, you had to make deadlines and phone calls like any other assistant.

But worst of all—you had make sure that any food orders were perfectly correct or else you’d never hear the end of it from John.

You got on perfectly well with all four of the boys, in fact you’d gone to school with George up until he’d been placed at Liverpool Institute for Boys.

Each of them had your heart in one way or another:

Paul (an endless flirt) always greeted you first thing with a smile that would make any girl weak in the knees and a very chipper, “Good morning, love. How’s it?”

George was very kind and always asked about you and your family and if you’d heard about one craze or the next—always in the know and wanting to make sure you were up to speed.

Ringo was the friendliest, he always would offer to walk you in the building if you arrived at the same time and you were always invited to his home for tea. You and Maureen got on wonderfully and it was always such a joy to be invited to the home of a Beatle even if you saw the lads nearly every day.

John, on the other hand was always pulling anything and everything he could on you.

He always seemed to have a wise remark to say in response to anything you said or did, no matter what it was.

It didn’t seem to end with him, and nearly everything was a joke—at your expense, not that you particularly minded.

You’d had some indifferent feelings towards John in the nearly 6 year span of your acquaintance.

Today was no different, it was Valentine’s Day and it seemed that each of the boys had their plans set out with whomever they were taking out.

You knew most of the ins and outs of each of their personal lives, Ringo and Maureen were married with yet another kid on the way, George had just married Pattie Boyd not long ago and they were very much still in the honeymoon phase, and Paul had been seeing Jane Asher for quite some time but it seemed to be going nowhere.

You couldn’t quite read John. He never liked to open up about those things with you, but you did know that he was single—at least that’s what Paul had told you the other day.

You’d put these thoughts far out of your mind while you had a friendly chat with all four of the boys in the canteen when you had all arrived, you were sat beside Ringo at one of the small tables while John and George grabbed a tea.

George sat to your other side and John had sat across from you, passing you a cuppa across the table with a wink.

You smiled as a wordless ‘thank you’ while George soon began chatting your ear off about his plans with Pattie for the evening—you often wondered how anyone could even faintly consider him the ‘Quiet Beatle’ when you’d never had a moments peace while in his presence.

George was soon interrupted by Paul, and then Ringo and soon you knew of all three’s Valentine’s plans.

John remained silent while you engaged in conversation with the remaining Beatles, seemingly taking it all in or perhaps feeling a touch of jealousy at the fact that he didn’t have any plans for the evening.

The coziness of the conversation was soon over and the lads began working on a quick take with just Paul, George and Ringo—which proved to be a very rare occurrence—and you found yourself lounged on a couch in the control room with John.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, y’know,” John’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Oh, is it?” You asked, playing coy. “I’d have never known. Say, that must be why I was calling for reservations for you lot a month and a half ago!”

John snorted a laugh and gently nudged you with his shoulder, “Oi, not me I’ll have you know!”

You pushed back with a nudge of your own, “Well I know that much—I’d be pretty dim if I thought I was makin’ you a reservation when George is the one who asked!”

John only gave you a closed mouth smile as he draped his arm on the couch behind you, allowing a comfortable silence to encroach upon the two of you once again.

A familiar warm feeling in your stomach began to set in, a feeling you felt nearly any time you were alone or in close proximity to John.

Another take was done before the other three decided to call it a day, it was early in the afternoon and they all likely had other things planned for their loved ones.

Once your duties were done for the day, you bid farewell to Brian and George Martin before popping your head into the canteen to tell the boys goodbye and wish them a happy Valentine’s.

Upon doing so you only found Paul and George, who thanked you for the regards and for helping with their plans.

Ringo and John had seemingly already left so you decided to concede and walk back to your car.

What you found waiting for you proved to be very interesting.

John projected a casual ‘coolness’ as he smoked a cigarette and leaned against your car, a sly smile on his face when he saw you approach.

“Hey, I was looking for you inside but thought you’d already left—to what do I owe the pleasure of John Lennon leaning against my car?” You asked, mirroring his cool demeanor.

He let tendrils of smoke release from his mouth before flicking his cigarette to the ground and clearing his throat.

“I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s sparrow,” he said in a very serious tone, eyes meeting yours.

“You mean, ‘I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s arrow’?” You asked, huffing a laugh.

John’s face immediately burnt a bright red at his jumbled words, “Well—yeah! It’s not my fault, I’m nervous!”

“Why are you nervous, John?” You asked, tilting your head because you couldn’t understand why John would be nervous, especially when he was speaking to you.

John threw his hands in the air, exasperated, “Why?” He asked, huffing loudly before continuing, “Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!”

You knew your mouth had dropped open the moment John had finished his sentence, but you were frozen in place, unsure of what your next move should be.

“Fuck—I knew I should have waited. I didn’t mean to—“ John cut himself off with a shake of his head, “I thought you felt something similar, sorry I’ve read this wrong.”

John turned to walk by you and back into the studio, but you’d already reached a hand out to grab his arm before he could get very far.

His head whipped back in your direction, eyes searching yours for anything that could clue him in to what you were going to say.

“I like you, John. I’m not sure if what I feel is what you could call ‘love’, but I do get a warm feeling inside whenever I’m with you,” you moved closer and placed your other hand on his opposite arm. “I’d like to explore that feeling, if you’ll have me.”

John grinned, his hands coming around your back and pulling you close to him for a hug.

“That’s better than any Valentine’s present I could have ever received.”

#john lennon #the beatles #john lennon x reader #john lennon fic #george harrison #paul mccartney #ringo starr #john #beatles #brian epstein #requests

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zilabee · 1 year

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The Beatles, about India, during Get Back:

7 January

George: Yesterday Paul was saying something about the picture of us all with Maharishi. Did you hear him say that? Ringo: Hmmm George: I was just messing around, and I saw a big colour picture, and I just looked at it, and it's too much. Ringo: I'll have a look at it. George: [laughs] You look all right Ringo: The one where we're all sitting around? George: Oh, it's got Paul and Jane, and John and Cyn are on the right, and then there's Pattie and me, you and Jenny, I think. Ringo: Yeah. George: [laughs] And they just don't have a clue what it is they're sitting there holding the flowers for. It's too much. Cos I never thought about it until I looked at it. Especially Paul and Jane and Cyn: they just looked in agony. And he was smiling. Ringo: Who? Mahi? George: Yeah.

13 January (while George has left the band)

[flowers arrive for George and Ringo looks to see who they're from...] Ringo: Oh Hare Krishna, those people. Michael: Harry Who? Ringo: Hare Krishna. Michael: Do you like India? Ringo: No, not really.

14 January (while George has left the band)

John: [posh] Now we were going to discuss this afternoon, what religion meant to a pop star. And the pop star we've chosen is Ringo McCartney. Tell me, McCartney, does religion mean much to you in this present day, with all the trends and the swinging miniskirts that are about? Paul: [cockney(?)] Fuck all! Fuck all! John: Well, I can see that he's been disillusioned by the church in general in his remark of 'fuck all'. Paul: No, well, I went to, er, Brighton with the, er, Maharishi. Fuck all, it meant to me! John: Er, was it an important step for you? Paul: Nothing. Nothing. John: Er.. Paul: He didn't groove me. John: He didn't groove? Paul: No. John: I see. I don't suppose he smoked pot did he, by any..? Paul: No! John: I see, what about the Reverend Nipples? Paul: No, not a chance. John: Not a chance. Well, do you like X films? Paul: Yep, yeah! Lulu, Barry Ryan, and X films. But Maharishi? No!

(All taken from the Get Back book version of events, and not checked against audio.)

#obviously then there is the whole #actual india discussion with all of them there #not sure these three bits mean anything together #I just wanted to put them somewhere.#india #the beatles #get back #(I think it's obvious #but Paul and John's whole conversation is done in character)

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luciainthesky · 14 days

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“Hello! Hello!”

Welcome to my blog. I’m not sure how often I’ll be online, but I’m glad to be here and hope to make new friends. Here’s a little about me:

Here’s a little about me:

Name: Lucia (my friends call me Lucy in the Sky)

Age: 20

Birthday: May 16th

Hobbies: Writing (find me on Wattpad: AWrtrInTheWorks), reading, drawing, and singing

Favorite Song: “Rain”

Favorite Era: 1965-1957

Favorite Beatle: John

Favorite Album: Revolver

Another thing about me is that I love to roleplay. I used to be part of a Beatles fan community (the Beatles Amino) where I used to roleplay, chat with friends, share fan art, and so on, but my roleplay partners have ghosted me lol

If you’re into roleplaying, feel free to shoot me a DM.

Rules:

Status: Closed { } Open { x }

Literacy: Literate

Genres: I’m open to pretty much everything, though my favorites are slice of life and romance. As long as the plot is eventful, I don’t really care what genre it is.

Plots: Don’t have a lot in mind right now, except for one based on a fic I wrote over on Wattpad called “Ticket to Ride,” but we don’t have to do that.

Pairings: I mainly do bxg, but I’m open to bxb

Characters: John, George, Ringo, Pattie, Cynthia, my oc Margie

If you don’t want to roleplay here, I also have Discord!

#introduction #icebreaker #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #roleplay #rp #beatlemania #classic rock #60s rock #british invasion #fangirl

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James' Working Master List

My Bullshit Theories:

Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child (Mothergate origins, Vecna’s mother imagery)

Psycho Killer, Qu'est-ce Que C'est? (Neither Henry Nor Vecna Are Psychopaths: An In-Depth Behavioral Analysis)

A Night of Monologues (Splicing together the released 4.07 script and the transcript of One’s filmed monologue. Spoiler: They’re two halves of a whole speech)

Shattered Mirrors and Cracked Walls (An analysis of Henry’s dematerialization scene, the aftermath, and a determination that we’re being shown all 4 timelines interchangeably in the NINA version of the 1979 HNL Massacre)

One Does Not Simply Lose A Gate (The 2nd part of the 1979 massacre aftermath and proof that a timeline exists where Henry/Edward did nothing wrong)

Where Is All The Blood Coming From? (A comparison between the NINA massacre's smeared blood and the carnage resulting from democreature attacks)

A Tale Of Two Vecnas (An analysis of Vecna's scorching in Dimension-X, which shows us two distinct and physically different men)

Pick A Damn Jumpsuit! (Matching up the Dimension-X jumpsuits to NINA massacre jumpsuits)

Barnes And NO!! Where Did He Go!! (A write up on the discrepancies in One’s appearance, tattoo, and color grading in the closet scene as evidence of his disappearance from the plot)

Why Do You, As The Big Bad, Have No Lines Or Powers? (Vecna’s physical form in the UD has no dialogue and doesn’t use psionic powers: evidence and theories)

So Which Is It: Night or Day? (Discrepancies in time-labeling in the released 4.07 script and how they might link to El’s 1983 escape)

Plinko Power! (NINA's plinko game as a microcosm of timeline theory and Henry's time-based powers)

The Mystery of the Move-In Date (Physically speaking, there’s no possible way that the Creels moved in in 1959)

Our Lord and Savior…Vecna? (Why Vecna/001 is God, Based On Analysis Of ST4, The Bible, And Other Supporting Media)

The First Shadow: Who Knew Whom in 1959 (Why Certain Character Were Removed From Hawkins Prior To ST4)

Proto-HeIIcheer: Who Did George and Betty Become? (Why Patty Newby and Allen Munson may be the pairing to watch for in The First Shadow, rather than Patty and Henry)

Fics:

Paper Faces — POTO x ST fusion fic (Complete)

ptolemaea (blessed be the children) — Henry’s fix-it fic (3/?)

Spider Fact, Anyone? — 1959 RPG-style ST minific

Featured Art:

Creel Siblings Outfit Swap

Creelarke Aesthetic Board

Featured Edits:

NYMPHOLOGY (ft. HNL)

The Colors of ST4 (ft. Le Monde)

Henry Creel: Brainless Borzoi

Art:

TUNNEL VISION (ft. Henry Creel)

Edits:

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve (ft. Henry Creel)

Left-Brain, Right-Brain (ft. Henry and Edward Creel)

House of Leaves (Mini-Library):

House of Leaves Initial Analysis

House of Leaves Excerpts

Creel Files:

Henry Files:

Rebuke of Apologism Claims

A Note on Script Analysis

Our First Impression of Henry Sets Him Up For Failure

The Seagull

Stand By Me

The Divine Comedy

Henry and Edward, Jekyll and Hyde

Young Henry, Adult Henry, and the Rabbit Scene

Multiple Henries: Screenshots and Brenner Comparison

Perspective On The Length of Henry's Imprisonment

Vecna as the Villain: Defining Stranger Things' Narrative

I, Tonya and Perspective-Based Truth

Henry's Unseen Costumes

Kate Trefry and The First Shadow

Henry Didn't Manipulate El Re: Soteria

Details the Duffers Must Address

The Fallacies in Henry's Spider Schtick

NINA and Vecna’s Black Obelisks

Henry and Brenner Expansion Pack

Expansion Pack!

Creel Cousins:

Eleanor “El” Creel

The Stare Runs In The Family

Room (2015)

And Soon, Others Were Born

Sleepyhead

She’s Mike’s…Cousin! Second Cousin! Lots of family in Sweden.

Luke and Leia vs El and Mike (Stav’s Post)

Luke and Leia vs El and Mike (2)

Luke and Leia vs El and Mike (3)

Henry/Edward…Anakin…

Family Files:

Heritability of Powers

Psychopathy: Learned or Genetic

Karen, Virginia, and Tortured Husbands

ST5: Which Wheelers Live and Why?

Alice Creel: Admission of Innocence by Omission of Fault

ST4 Victims: A Story By Proxy (AKA The Breadcrumbs Post)

Even if Henry killed Virginia, It Would Be Self Defense

Brenner and Virginia Expansion Pack

Pedo-Files:

Mamas and Papas: Spiders, Flowers, and Bathtubs

Karen, Billy, Virginia...Henry

Will and Vecna Expansion Pack

Will Files:

Expansion Pack

The First Shadow/Creelarke:

Creelarke Origins

IT (1990) Reddie Aesthetic Similarities

Scott's Funeral Scarf

A New Timeline

IT (1990) Aesthetic Updated for TFS

Radiationgate:

Radium Files:

Eben Byers, Radium, and ST3's Soviet Plot

Chemistry Class: Maria Skłodowska-Curie

Radiation Sickness Files:

Psionic Powers and EM Radiation

Vecna's Curse: Radiation Sickness Symptoms

ST5 Predictions

Nuclear Disaster Files:

Henry Creel Literally Nuked Hawkins

Chemistry Class: Nuclear Explosion Imagery

Chernobyl, Hawkins Earthquake and ST4's Soviet Shadow (1)

Chernobyl, Hawkins Earthquake, and ST4's Soviet Shadow (2)

Phantomgate:

What in the POTO Visuals?

POTO 2004: Film Analysis

Dart and Gustave: Love Never Dies

Secret Admirers: Puzzle Tales Connection

Anime/Manga References

Coming Soon: Fullmetal Alchemist

Rambles:

1: On Byler and Rink-O-Mania

2: On Demoslugs

3: On Byler and Open Secrecy

4: Sad Thoughts About Post-S2 Will

5: On Spore Lore

6: On The Rain Fight

#phantomgate #radiationgate #henry creel analysis #creel massacre analysis #stranger things and the bible #rambles #the wheelers are creels #timeline theory #st casting #stranger things #stranger things: the first shadow

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