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ringosmistress · 25 days
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callemodista · 7 months
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grannysquarevest · 1 year
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my mom when I showed her the picture of paul with the flower in his hair: he really looked like that?!?
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Old age equalizes- we are aware that what is happening to us has happened to untold numbers from the beginning of time. When we are young we act as if we were the first young people in the world.
Granny
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f10werfae · 1 year
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My own Milf
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pairing: Tom Holland x Older!Girlfriend!Reader
summary: Fans retell the best moments of what they see from tom holland and Y/n’s spicy relationship (Tom is 26, Reader is 31) (Requested by Anon)
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Tom Masterlist, Full Masterlist
@/bornintheflesh: Tom finally posted a pic of him and his new girlfriend, and she is so hot. What a milf. I really don’t care if she’s 31, they make such a sexy couple wtf, did y’all not see the photo of them at the beach. TOM IS ENJOYING HER BLUE BIKINI A BIT TOO MUCH, his hands are gripping onto her ass for dear life😭😭
@/osterfieldlol: Harrison said on his story that he introduced Y/n and Tom, and that the first time Tom saw Y/n he said to Harrison “I’ve got to get her number mate” So he likes to think they’re the reason they got together
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@/Marvelgyal101: Why are you guys hating on their age gap? Just cause it ain’t you. They’re such a beautiful couple and they both treat each other so well, that video of them both feeding each other at Tom’s family barbecue was everything!🫶
>> @/loserlovers: So true! I’ve seen some people call her a gold digger, but don’t they know she’s literally one of the only women representing her field?! Lord have mercy these people are dumb. Anyways Stan Y/n L/n, she’s a gorgeous independent woman who wouldn’t even need Tom to sustain herself
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@/spiderwickman: Can Tom just marry her already? They acting too cute to just be bf and gf, surely he’s already put a ring on her? That story Tom told where every morning Y/n gets a shower and he ends up joining her just to piss her off, THAT IS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART TO HANDLE
>> @/Y/nL/n: PSA. The only reason it pisses me off is because he gets too handsy and then that leads to a two hour shower and then I get hungry. THEN I HAVE TO COOK BECAUSE HES TOO LAZY.
>>> @/TomHolland: Now come on love, you love my pancakes
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@/bunnyrabbitexpress: Did anyone see Tom’s tattoo? It’s a tattoo of a dove on his shoulder, and he said it’s because it’s what he used to call Y/n when they first started officially dating😭 Don’t mind me just sleeping on the highway tonight😭
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@/Y/nL/n: Can someone please tell @/TomHolland that i’m not talking to him until he returns all underwear to my closet, he’s such a pervert and now i’m left going commando 25/8. Or i’m stuck wearing his stinky boxers, 😪
>> @/TomHolland: Well i’m telling you, Y/n Holland, I prefer you without em, plus those lace things look terribly uncomfortable. So i’m doing you a favour, stick to the granny panties or go bare❤️
>>> @/liviaughholland: HE HAS TURNED INTO A SEXUAL BEAST, WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM😍😭😭 Lowkey lovin the PDA tho, so keep goin
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@/Biggiraffe: Saw Y/n and Tom out in London walking Tessa, well actually, it was Y/n walking Tessa while Tom took videos of them from behind laughing and giggling as Tessa just trotted pulling Y/n along to her hearts desire.
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@/princesstulip: My sister saw the Holland couple on the beach in Spain, she told me Tom was literally all over Y/n like a rash. Reapplying her sunscreen for her, refilling her drinks, kissing her body literally EVERYWHERE, puckering his lips for a kiss anytime she complimented his sand castle he built around her and adding a moat to “protect his queen”
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@/lestalk: No one makes me happier than seeing fan girls get humbled. While Y/n and Tom arrived at the airport in New York, they were absolutely ambushed by fans and paps, to a point where Y/n was physically pushed over because someone had clearly deliberately tripped her. AND TOM WENT BALLISTIC, SHOUTING AT PEOPLE TO “Calm down and step away from me and my girlfriend please! We just want to get out of here” Poor Y/n I think had to be seen by a medic because she hurt her knee or something💔
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@/TomHolland: Happy 32nd birthday to the love of my life, and my forever home, Y/n L/n (will be Holland soon I promise) Thank God I went to Harrison’s party and met you, because I seriously don’t know where i’d be without you. I love your gorgeous self, mind and spirit; that ass too but that’s for later ;).
Lots of love, your Tommy
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@/butterlfycocooon: Y/N AND TOM ARE ENGAGED, SHE JUST POSTED A PHOTO OF THEM AND HER HOLDING HER HAND UP WITH A DIAMOND RING OMGOMGOMG. THANK GOD WE ONLY HAD TO WAIT A YEAR AND A HALF, IT WAS GETTING DESPERATE
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@/britishteafluff: Y/n is glowing, I don’t know why or how, but she’s got a different kinda beauty going on right now and i’m in love, sorry Tom. That photo Tom posted of her in a sundress with his family has gotten me starstruck, the way she carries herself so elegantly! Also not Tom’s mom hugging Y/n and not her own son, rip Tom lol
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@/DailyMagazine: Breaking News! Tom Holland and lover Y/n L/n seen shopping at baby aisle at the local Target, does this mean a new arrival is on the way? Y/n and Tom have been together for 2 years now, with her being 33 and him being 28, last year we saw the couple engaged by the Swiss Alps; now are we seeing another new Holland?! Not only that, fans are also gushing at the sight of Tom wrapping his arms around his stunning fiancée, the couple seen to be as in love as the day they revealed their relationship. Whatever the pictures mean, we wish the happy couple the best!
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George Harrison (wearing a William Morris print floral jacket, purchased at Granny Takes A Trip on London’s King’s Road), Pattie Boyd, Mal Evans, and Derek Taylor at the launch party for Apple Tailoring (which was to open the following day) at Club Dell’Aretusa, King’s Road, London, May 22, 1968. (Photos by Bill Zygmant; Alan Messer; Mal Evans and Leslie Bryce/The Beatles Monthly.)
“I have a good iconic shot of [George] in a flowered jacket that we used to make.” - John Pearse, Fab Gear: The Beatles and Fashion (2011)
“The occasion is a launching party for Apple Tailoring, a new Beatles’ venture in the Kings Road, featuring men’s and women’s clothing designed by a Beatles friend, John Crittle. Explains George: ‘We bought a few things from him, and the next thing I knew, we owned the place!’ The conversation moves briefly on to some happy chat between George and a friend about them designing a flower-covered dustbin. Then we talk. Says George: ‘We’re still involved in a hectic recording scene at the moment, although I’ve spent this week at the office. All that paper-work. There’s about 35 songs we’ve got already, and a few of them are mine. God knows which one will be the next single. You never know, not till you go right through them. I suppose we’ve got vague idea of the overall conception of the kind of album we want to do, but it takes time to work out. We could do a double album, I suppose… or maybe a triple album. There’s enough stuff there.’ […] George is almost obsessionally sincere about meditation, in spite of his obvious let-down Yogi-wise. And it’s given him almost that look of holy inner calm (together with a nice, mellow sense of humor) that wouldn’t disgrace the most devout of monks.” - article/interview by Alan Smith, NME, June 1, 1968 (x)
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ceofjohnlennon · 1 year
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"Eventually I learned to distinguish the differences in temperament. John's granny glasses and pale skin, milk-white like the tigers in the Delhi zoo, suggested the persona of a studious intellectual, high-strung and enigmatic, carefully sifting the text of the Maharishi's wisdom for the grains of something that he could recognize as the truth. Like a lot of other people west of Suez, in Europe and America, he'd been expecting a guru to turn up, and suddenly, 'There he was in the Hilton hotel.' Yes, he said, it was great to be rich, great to be famous, but 'we're not the eternal rich men,' and money isn't what makes or sings the songs. One evening when Harrison said that 'nobody can be one hundred percent without the inner life,' Lennon told the other students at the table that the band's records served as diaries of its developing consciousness. In the photographs seen on the covers of their recent albums, he hoped and assumed that people might notice 'something going on behind the eyes other than guitar boogie.' He wasn't sure that the Maharishi was wiser than Lewis Carroll, but he knew that if a person could find within himself an inner wonderland impervious to the pressures of space and time, 'then nothing's going to shake my world.' Ringo and Paul didn't talk as much about the meditation. Yes, they had results with it. No, it wasn't a put-on, but their attitude implied that it was George's thing, and if he wanted to go to India, okay, fine, everybody went to India. Ringo missed his children and his nine cats, and he figured that he could assume the lotus position just as successfully in Liverpool. Maureen hated the flies — to the point that if there was only one fly in the room she would know exactly where it was, how it got there, and why it must be destroyed. She and Ringo had consulted the Maharishi on the subject, but the Maharishi told them that for people traveling in the realm of pure consciousness, flies no longer matter very much. 'Yes,' Ringo said, 'but that doesn't zap the flies, does it?' McCartney objected to the Maharishi's excessive adulation of the band and all its works ('the bit about being the sons of God and the saviors of mankind'), nor did he much care for the abstractions that sustained the yogi's grandiose metaphysics. 'I get a bit lost in the upper reaches of it,' he said. He also wished that the Maharishi would avoid talking to the Beatles about subjects that he, McCartney, knew something about. He found the Maharishi's support of the draft laws disillusioning; his girlfriend, Jane Asher, often wondered aloud what it would be like to see the moonlight on the Taj Mahal. Talking to Paul was easier than talking to George or to Ringo — his accent not as strong, more willing to exchange meaningless pleasantries, still fond of smoking cigarettes, his sense of humor affable and tolerant. When he showed up one day at lunch to say that he'd had a dream about being trapped in a leaking submarine of indeterminate color, it was Anneliese Braun who provided the interpretation. She clapped her hands in the enthusiastic way of a child seeing its first snowfall. 'How very nice,'x she said, wondering if McCartney appreciated the great truth with which he had been blessed. Paul smiled and said he didn't think he quite got all of it. 'Why it's the perfect meditation dream,' Anneliese said. The voyage in the submarine represented the descent into pure consciousness in the vehicle of the mantra; the leaks represented anxiety, and the surfacing of the submarine in a London street signified a happy return to society and one’s fellow men (like Ulysses coming back to Penelope), which was the purpose of all good meditation. The other people at the table applauded, and Geoffrey drew a comparison to the paintings of Hieronymous Bosch."
The Beatles in India. ㅡ From the book "With The Beatles" by Lewis Lapham.
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coffeeandcalligraphy · 3 months
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giant paragraph I wrote tonight where harrison makes enemies with george michael… handwritten version is the first draft & made some minor changes below:
Harrison’s tired of hearing George Michael on the radio. Once, he enjoyed getting drunk off peach daiquiris and being the only person in his friend group to be kicked out of three separate karaoke bars for being “grossly disruptive” during Everything She Wants. Sometimes, he’d extend a hand to Jeremiah sitting amused on the sectional, singing some people work for fun, girl I just work for you, just so he’d roll his eyes and with a reluctant laugh, take his hand, the silver tassels of his chrome sequin jacket braying midair like Christmas ornaments. They’d shout the lyrics together, every uh-huh, every la, la, la, back to back like Richard Gere and Julia Roberts on the cover of Pretty Woman. The memories are misty at the edges, dreamy tiles of a rotating disco ball because Jeremiah was a dream, half an angel and certainly more than a man. It feels, then, apt to be haunted—by pillar candles, silk sheets, vintage analog clocks, Annie’s mac and cheese right from the pot, silver sedans, the scent of nail polish remover, blue snow cones, disposable cameras, back issues of XY, green gummy bears, losing at checkers, motel pools, bootleg copies of Sleepy Hollow and Silence of the Lambs and The Blair Witch Project, sharing instant coffee on a loveseat, the texture of velvet, halving a granny smith apple in the dark, orange Tic-Tacs, veggie pizza, movie ticket stubs, brown eyes in the sun, fur coats, the sound of George Michael’s voice.
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May 15, 2012 - The iconic jacket worn by George Harrison in 1968 was featured on a stamp representing the famed London boutique Granny Takes a Trip🌸🍀🌸
Great British Fashion stamps - issued today. (May 15, 2012)🌸🍀
Via Something about The Beatles’ Girls🍀
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ringosmistress · 2 months
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imsparky2002 · 7 months
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The Miraculous Beatles
Ok, so I love the Beatles, and I like the characters of Miraculous Ladybug (not the canon show). I decided to make an alternate universe where the 4 boys who in canon had a crush on Marinette are instead the Beatles of their universe. Actually, it'll be 5 soon enough, as Marc is their fifth Beatle and joins later. So they are all from Liverpool (except Marc who is from London) and they formed the group in 1956 at the age of 14. Also they are all middle class. Don't worry, nobody's gonna die and they don't break up after seven years. Also unlike John, Luka doesn't beat his wife or ignore his kid.
Luke Lennon (Luka Couffaine/John Lennon)
Birthday - October 9, 1942
Instruments played in the band - Vocals, guitars, keyboards and harmonica.
Personality - Luke's a mellow guy who has a bit of a rebellious streak in him. Luke is the heartthrob of the group. With his tousled, jet-black hair, he exudes an effortlessly cool and mysterious aura. Luke's soulful and raspy voice captivates audiences, and his lyrics often delve into deep, introspective themes. He and his twin sister Jules (Juleka) like to make weird songs together.
Adrian McCartney (Adrien Agreste/Paul McCartney)
Birthday - June 18, 1942
Instruments played in the band - Vocals, bass, guitars, keyboards and drums.
Personality - The babyfaced charmer of the group. With his striking green eyes and perfectly styled blonde hair, he's the poster boy of the band. Adrian's bass playing is both melodic and solid, providing the foundation for the band's sound. He's known for his upbeat and friendly personality, which draws fans in. While he may be the face of the band, he's also known for his humility and willingness to connect with their supporters. He and Luke form a killer writing duo, even though Adrian's showtunes and more upbeat material is sometimes referred to by Luke as "granny shit".
Nathaniel Harrison (Nathaniel Kurtzberg/George Harrison)
Birthday - February 25, 1942
Instruments played in the band - Guitars, vocals, sitar, keyboards and bass
Personality - Nathaniel is the creative genius of the group. With ginger bangs and a constant look of curiosity in his eyes, he's the band's secret weapon. Nathaniel's guitar skills are unmatched aside from his boyfriend Mark, and his songwriting is often spiritual and introspective. He's the quiet, introverted member, often lost in thought or doodling in his journal. Fans admire his ability to weave stories through his music, creating a unique and enchanting atmosphere during their performances. Nathaniel is gay and dating Marc, and the boys and their loved ones kept it a secret so that they didn't get arrested, since this is the 1960s in UK. It wasn't until 1967 that the two came out after getting married in 1966.
Nino Starr (Nino Lahiffe/Ringo Starr)
Birthday - July 7, 1942
Instuments played in the band - Drums, percussion, keyboards and vocals
Personality - Nino is the powerhouse behind the band's rhythm. His infectious energy and perpetual smile make him the life of the party. Nino's drumming is dynamic and energetic, providing a pulsating beat that keeps the audience moving. He's the joker of the group, always ready with a witty remark or a lighthearted joke to break the tension. Nino's charismatic stage presence and love for improvisation injects a sense of spontaneity into the band's live shows. It should also be noted that Nino is the only POC member of the group, with his mother being a Black Liverpudlian and his father coming from Morocco. He wears his background with pride, being one of the first artists to support the Black Power movement.
Mark Clapton (Marc Anciel/Eric Clapton)
Birthday - March 30, 1942
Instruments played in the band - Guitars, keyboards and vocals.
Personality - An tall anxious boy from London with a cockney accent who moved to Liverpool as a kid and befriended the other Beatles, who were his classmates. He soon fell in love with Nathaniel and they began dating. Mark is an absolute maestro with the guitar. His solos are legendary, evoking a range of emotions from raw, bluesy laments to electrifying rock anthems. His fingers dance effortlessly on the fretboard, and his mastery of the instrument is unparalleled. He is also a master songwriter, forming a lovely writing duo with Nathaniel and also providing songs with his other bandmates. The group had wanted him to join when they first started in 1956, but Mark had a huge fear of crowd's, and said he'd be fine as the unofficial "fifth beatle" until he got over his fear. This meant he would only go on stage if one of the other guitarists got sick, and for albums he would help write songs, provide guitar or background vocals, but never lead vocals. It wasn't until 1969 where he officially became a Beatle.
Well, that's the first part done. Next we'll look at how these guys are a lot more harmonious than the IRL Beatles. Then we will look at their manager and producer, their families, partners (For everyone except Mark and Nathaniel) and more along the way. See ya soon! Lemme know what you think in the comments and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness
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The Jensen Code - ITV - February 28, 1973 - May 23, 1973
Science Fiction (13 episodes)
Running Time: 30 minutes
Stars:
Dai Bradley as Terry Connor
Tony Wright as Alex
Brian Croucher as Gordon
Leon Eagles as Dr Jensen
Paul Alexander as Ron
Karl Howman as Jacko
John Barrett as Sgt Buckle
Dan Meaden as Kurtz
Milton Johns as Mr. Richards
Daphne Heard as Granny Powell
Barbara Angell as Miss Howard
The series was originally made in color but the original recordings have long since been wiped. Only black and white copies remain.
The series was written by the novelist and dramatist Carey Harrison (son of actor Rex Harrison).
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f1rstb0rn-auth0r · 11 months
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Countryside Spidey
(Slight Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Spiderwoman!OC) (Little bit of Yandere Green Goblin! OC x Spiderwoman! OC)
Warning: A bit mature themes in the beginning
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Emma Ritter spent two years in denial and grief. She was seventeen, turning eighteen in a month. When she was fourteen, she was bitten by a radioactive spider. 
Two years ago, her best friend, Henry Owens- betrayed her. She was going into her second year as Spiderwoman, the masked heroine when she so-called “figured out�� the identity of perverted Green Goblin. Her conclusions came to Nickolas Owens, Henry’s father and CEO of Owen Industries. She never considered the possibility of Henry actually being the Green Goblin.
She went to confront Nickolas on November 7th at 10:37 PM EST. It was raining heavily that night. When she arrived on scene, she found Nickolas’ head on a little fancy plate, on a nicely set table. Around her lied different parts of Nickolas, and his blood seemed to have repainted the walls a scarlet red.
On the table where Nickolas’ head, fixed with a horrified expression, a candle was lit. Two wine glasses were set down, and then filled with Nickolas’ own blood. 
Emma looked at the man responsible, completely mortified. Henry Owens, her best friend, grinned at her. His black hair was drenched wet, indicating he just took a shower. He wore black dress pants, and a white dress shirt. His green eyes stared at Emma, with a rather lustfully and obsessive glint in them, rather then a murderous psychopath who just murdered his only family.
Henry walked up to Emma, and cupped her face with his firm hands, forcing her to look at him. He smirked when her lips parted. “My, my.” He giggled. “You showed up in your Spidey-Suit? Darling, I find that rather... hot.”
Emma felt beyond furious and terrified. She fought Venom, Vulture, Doc Ock, Electro, Rhino, Kraven the Hunter, Kingpin, and even Doctor Doom! Why would she so terrified of her own best friend who went completely nuts?!
“Why do you look terrified? I thought you wanted him dead.” He chuckles. “I overheard your conversation with Willow, how you were so convinced he was the Green Goblin! Oh, how you planned to confront him and kick his ass. Sorry, darling, I beat you to it.”
The rest was a blur, all Emma could remember was Faith Harrison, aka Black Cat stopping her from punching the lifeless corpse of Henry Owens and forcing Emma to flea the scene both the cops arrived.
Now here she was, almost three years later. Almost eighteen with long, light brown hair wrap-up in a messy bun with her hazel eyes clearly tired. She wore her black-and-red Spidey suit, but with her mask off. She also wore grey sweatpants and a grey cardigan sweater.
The brunette fell onto her Grandparents couch, absolutely exhausted. The week had been her running around stopping petty thieves, college interviews, homework, and managing to find time to eat and sleep and shower.
She was back in her home state of Sweet Minnesota. Visiting her beloved grandparents in their little town, called [REDACTED].
Her peaceful moment, like all her others, was cut short, this time by her grandmother letting out a fearless shout, “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU COW LOOKING MOTHER-” It was clear where this universes’ Spiderwoman got her short temper and vocabulary of insults from.
Emma quickly jumps up and pulled her mask on while running into her grandparents bedroom. Her grandfather was out fishing with her uncle and father. Her mother, aunt and little sister were trap-shooting.
“Wow! Jesus!” A completely white man from head-to-toe expect for the small black spots across his body was covering his head as Granny Donna smacks him with a broom. “You are a very vile old lady-” 
The Spotted Man was cut off by getting round-house kicked in the face by Spiderwoman. “Grandma, are you alright?” She asks her grandmother, concerned written across her face.
“Oh, I’m fine, dear.” Donna Ritter smiles softly. “Now, I’m gonna go make some waffles. Deal with him, won’t ya?” She left the room. Unbothered Queen.
Spiderwoman opens the bedroom window, and toss the Spotted Man outside. She then jumps out and lands on his stomach before doing a front-flip off of him.
“I’m really getting tired of you Spider-people.” The Spotted Man mutters under his breath. 
Spiderwoman raises a brow. “Other?” She chuckles. “Buddy, I’m the one and only Spiderwoman. There is no others. No Spider-Man, no Spider-Girl, no Spider-Boy. Only me. Maybe in some other universe but not here.”
“I was talking about the Spider-people from other universes!” He snaps. “Spider-Man from Earth-1610! He turned me into this! Just look at me!”
“Uhh, do I have too?” Spiderwoman winces.
“Excuse you!? Look at you! You’re wearing sweatpants and a sweater over your suit. And what is that? A messy bun? How lazy are you?!”
“Bitch, I haven’t slept in over four days! I’ll kick your confused-zebra looking ass-”
“What is it with the people in this universe and swearing every second they get-”
 Suddenly an yellowish-orange portal appears above him and four other spider people land on top of him.
“Uh, where are we?” A Spider-Man dressed in a full-body black Spidey suit with a sprayed-painted red logo on it.
“Earth-16730.” The only Spider-Woman of the group tells him, she wore a black and white Spidey suit with a hood.
“Oh, hello this world’s Spiderwoman!” An Indian Spider-Man waves at me.
“Is she wearing sweatpants?” The first Spider-Man asks.
“Yes, she is.” Emma Ritter cross her arms. “Also, who the hell are you guys?”
“Where the hell are we?” Spider-Woman, looking around. “Like where in your Earth are we?”
“Countryside Minnesota, Miss. Lady.” 
“You fight crime in Countryside Minnesota?” The first Spider-Man asks.
“Only during Christmas. For the rest of the year, I’m stationed in the twin cities. It’s a lot easier to swing and shit.”
“Yeah, no shit.” 
“Wasn’t there four of you? Where’s the fourth one?” Emma asks, looking around the yard. The other three don’t say anything.
“I’m right here, Luv.” Said the fourth one from behind Emma, she turns around and is face to face with a punk. A Spider-Punk, eating a waffle. “Your grandmother’s quite nice, Luv.” Man was quite literally flashing between pink and red.
“I know she is...” Emma stares at him, wondering what the fuck is going on.
Spider-Punk suddenly grabs her by the hand and twirls her around. “And what’s your name, Luv?”
“Emma... Emma Ritter.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
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jaytalksmusic · 10 months
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one thing about me is that i refuse to call the beatles by their real names. baul. faul. macca. paulie. granny mcfartney. george harrison? who is that? i only know jeej, geo, and hazza. yawn lemon. bongo starfish. the list goes on.
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harrisonarchive · 2 years
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George Harrison in Haight-Ashbury, 7 August 1967; photos by Grant Jacobs.
“Well we were only in Haight Ashbury for about 30 minutes but I did see quite a bit. […] [We] walked along the street for about a hundred yards, half like a tourist and half like a hippie. We were trying to have a look at a few shops. […] They were trying to give me everything. This is a thing that I want to try and get over to people. Although we’ve been identified a lot with hippies, especially since all this thing about pot and LSD’s come out, we don’t want to tell anyone else to have it because it’s something that’s up to the person himself. Although it was like a key that opened the door and showed a lot of things on the other side, it’s still up to people themselves what they do with it. LSD isn’t a real answer. It doesn’t give you anything. It enables you to see a lot of possibilities that you may never have noticed before but it isn’t the answer. You don’t just take LSD and that’s it for ever, you’re OK. […] [T]here were so many great people, really nice people who only wanted to be friends and didn’t want to imposed anything or be anything [in Haight-Ashbury, but there were those who] were so out of their minds trying to shove STP on me, and acid — every step I took there was somebody trying to give me something — but I didn’t want to know about that. I want to get high and you can’t get high on LSD. You can take it and take it as many times as you like but you get to a point that you can’t get any further unless you stop taking it.” - George Harrison, Melody Maker, 2 September 1967 (x)
“Beatle George Harrison toured the Haight-Ashbury yesterday peering through lavender glasses, strumming a guitar and eventually drawing a huge following of flower children behind him. 
Harrison, called ‘the quiet Beatle,’ and his wife [Pattie], first parked at Masonic Avenue and Haight Street about 6 p.m. and wandered down the street unnoticed among the throng of hippies. Harrison sported the drooping French mustache, long hair, buttons, flowered trousers, denim jacket and heart-shaped shades affected by many members of the love generation. And 23-year-old wife [Pattie] could have been just about any hippie girl with her long blonde hair and granny glasses. The two walked the length of Haight Street looking into the shops and watching the local residents and finally stopped at ‘hippie hill’ in Golden Gate Park. 
A young man was entertaining a crowd of about 20 hippies. Harrison and his wife listened for a minute and then Harrison asked, ‘Can I borrow your guitar?’ The young man said ‘Sure.’ Harrison took the guitar and started to play. And played unrecognized for about three minutes. A girl listened and looked at Harrison then started shouting: ‘Hey! That’s George Harrison. That’s George Harrison!’ … A sizeable crowd formed. Harrison played for about ten more minutes and then shouted, ‘Let’s go for a walk.’ And off they went, Harrison strumming the guitar, the hippies following along. As the crowd left the park it grew. ‘What do you think of the Haight-Ashbury?’ asked a hippie. ‘Wow. If it’s all like this it’s too much,’ Harrison answered." - article by David Swanston, San Francisco Chronicle, 8 August 1967
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Jane Asher: ‘What scares me about getting older? Becoming irritating to other people’
Rosanna GreenstreetSat 6 May 2023 09.30 BST
Born in London, Jane Asher, 77, had her first role at five, in the 1952 film Mandy. She went on to appear in Alfie in 1966 and Deep End in 1970, and her extensive stage credits include The Importance of Being Earnest at the Rose in Kingston and An American in Paris at London’s Dominion theatre. She stars in Somerset Maugham’s The Circle at Richmond’s Orange Tree theatre until 17 June. She has three children with the illustrator Gerald Scarfe and lives in West Sussex.
When were you happiest? The early family skiing holidays – before I’d broken an ankle and Gerald had torn a ligament – were just wonderful.
What is your greatest fear? I’ve always been frightened of the dark. I sometimes wonder whether it stems from being away filming from the age of five. I can remember being devastatingly homesick and having a little nightlight I used to look at to reassure myself things were all right.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? Minding not being liked.
What is the trait you most deplore in others? Mental cruelty.
What was your most embarrassing moment? When I was a teenager, I laughed at a joke I didn’t understand. Whoever told the joke turned to me and said, “What are you laughing at?” Of course I didn’t know and he obviously knew I didn’t know. It was excruciating.
What is your most treasured possession? A model of a lion that my elder son, Alexander, who is now in his 40s and an artist, made for me at school.
What was the best kiss of your life? When I was on location in France, making a film called The Greengage Summer when I was 13, I was kissed by a local boy called Jean Jacques and I can still remember the thrill.
Which phrases do you most overuse? “It’s a nightmare.”
Which living person do you most admire, and why? The amazing women standing up against the Taliban.
Who is your celebrity crush? Harrison Ford at the time of The Fugitive. He was perfection.
What do you most dislike about your appearance? There are a million things but, when you’ve got two arms and two legs and you can see and hear, I think you should be happy with what you’ve got.
What scares you about getting older? Becoming irritating to other people. I don’t want to be a know-all granny or down with the kids.
Which book are you ashamed not to have read? A La Recherche du Temps Perdu by Marcel Proust – you feel you should give it a go, but I haven’t.
What was the last lie you told? “That was absolutely delicious,” when I went for a meal with friends.
What is your guiltiest pleasure? Eating condensed milk out of the tin.
What is the worst job you’ve done? Doing an episode of Doctors was a bit of a nadir.
What has been your biggest disappointment? Fine dining when it goes wrong.
How would you like to be remembered? If my children remember me as fondly as I remember my mum, that would be a treat.
What is the most important lesson life has taught you? Not to take anything for granted.
What happens when we die? I don’t know about my soul, but my brain will be on a shelf in the Parkinson’s UK Brain Bank.
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