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need that cardigan so bad im shaking








george's brown knitted cardigan appreciation post
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so like since the beatles announced anthology 4... bad to me official release?? georges version of take good care of my baby?? please?? begging??
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Do you think you’ll ever post something about Friar Park it’s funny how something he poured so much love and effort into is used against him.
I attribute it to ignorance? Thoughts?
Hi!!
I want to talk about Friar Park too because George owing it is always taken out of context.
I don't mind when casual fans misunderstand because from the outside George has the image of a cartoon millionaire with the racing cars, the movie business and the eccentric house. He knew he had money and used it to indulge in the hobbies he liked the most which honestly I don't blame him for. He never roleplayed as "a working man" after he became rich, he became a gardener because it was his passion and could afford it. So casual fans might find it confusing that George didn't live up to the image that the press assigned him.
What frustrates me is that most of the Beatles so-called experts misunderstand George's intentions, either purposely to fulfill an agenda or because they are too lazy to actually investigate anything outside John and Paul.
The information that Friar Park was basically in ruins when George got it is easily available, mostly accounts from many people about how the place was not easy to restore. There are people who love to quote Pattie's book to call out George's cheating but ignore everything else she wrote like how they got Friar Park.
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may i finish this fic before it finishes me
#mattadia#ao3#ao3 fanfic#the beatles fanfic#mcharrison fanfic#ao3 writer#fanfic writer#fanfic authors#fanfic writing#fic writing#writing
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thank you to everyone who responded to my post!!
i’m so happy to have some ideas to look back on as im writing, and i’ll do my best to execute some of these ideas in the future! im already working on a new fic, so keep an eye out for when i finish it, i think you guys will like it… i’m challenging myself to write longer fics since i’ve not written very much lately, and it takes a while to get back in the swing of things and write more than 1-2k words. no promises on how long these next ones will turn out, but im working hard to feed the starved mcharrison truthers

#mattadia#george harrison#mcharrison#paul mccartney#the beatles#the beatles fanfic#ao3#ao3 fanfic#mcharrison fanfic#fanfic#ao3 writer#writing update#if you guys have more ideas dont be afraid to tell me!#drop them in the replies of my post#or reblog#drop them in my#asks#i love talking about mcharrison so send your thoughts to meeee
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question…
i REALLY wanna write some mcharrison…feeding the hungry hungry mcharrison enjoyers like myself…but i’m not 100% sure what yall would enjoy… i might do some self indulgent stuff in the future, but i’d love to know what everyone else is looking for! pspspsps mcharrison fans im talking to you tell santa-dia what you want
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George Harrison and Paul McCartney hitchhiking, August 1959 (photo © Harrison Family?)
“One year, Paul and I decided to go hitchhiking. It’s something nobody would ever dream of these days. Firstly, you’d probably be mugged before you got through the Mersey Tunnel, and secondly everybody’s got cars and is already stuck in a traffic jam. I’d often gone with my family down South to Devon, to Exmouth, so Paul and I decided to go there first.
We didn’t have much money. We found bed-and-breakfast places to stay. We got to one town, and we were walking down a street and it was getting dark. We saw a woman and said, ‘Excuse me, do you know if there’s somewhere we could stay?’ She felt sorry for us and said, ‘My boy’s away, come and stay at my house.’ So she took us to hers - where we beat her, tied her up and robbed her of all her money! Only joking; she let us stay in her boy’s room and the next morning cooked us breakfast. She was really nice. I don’t know who she was - the Lone Ranger?
We continued along the South coast, towards Exmouth. Along the way we talked to a drunk in a pub who told us his name was Oxo Whitney. (He later appears in ‘A Spaniard in the Works.’ After we’d told John that story, he used the name. So much of John’s books is from funny things people told him.) Then we went on to Paignton. We still had hardly any money. We had a little stove, virtually just a tin with a lid. You poured a little meths into the bottom of it and it just about burned, not with any velocity. We had that, and little backpacks, and we’d stop at grocery shops. We’d buy Smedley’s spaghetti bolognese or spaghetti milanese. They were in striped tins: milanese was red stripes, bolognese was dark blue stripes. And Ambrosia creamed rice. We’d open a can, bend back the lid and hold the can over the stove to warm it up. That was what we lived on.
We got to Paignton with no money to spare so we slept on the beach for the night. Somewhere we’d met two Salvation Army girls and they stayed with us and kept us warm for a while. But later it became cold and damp, and I remember being thankful when we decided that was enough and got up in the morning and started walking again. We went up through North Devon and got a ferry boat across to South Wales, because Paul had a relative who was a redcoat at Butlins at Pwllheli, so we thought we’d go there.
At Chepstow, we went to the police station and asked to stay in a cell. They said, ‘No, bugger off. You can go in the football grandstand, and tell the cocky watchman that we said it was OK.’ So we went and slept on a hard board bench. Bloody cold. We left there and hitchhiked on. Going north through Wales we got a ride on a truck. The trucks didn’t have a passenger seat in those days so I sat on the engine cover. Paul was sitting on the battery. He had on jeans with zippers on the back pockets and after a while he suddenly leapt up screaming. His zipper had connected the positive and negative end in the battery, got red hot and burnt a zipper mark across his arse.” - George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology
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question…
i REALLY wanna write some mcharrison…feeding the hungry hungry mcharrison enjoyers like myself…but i’m not 100% sure what yall would enjoy… i might do some self indulgent stuff in the future, but i’d love to know what everyone else is looking for! pspspsps mcharrison fans im talking to you tell santa-dia what you want
#mattadia#george harrison#mcharrison#paul mccartney#the beatles#the beatles fanfic#ao3#ao3 writer#mcharrison fanfic
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Practice Makes Perfect update
hello lovelies! if you're wondering where my latest fic 'Practice Makes Perfect' went, i regretfully inform you that i've deleted it for now :,-) after posting i realized i was unhappy with how it turned out, so it'll be kept safe in my writing program until i feel like it's up to my standards (don't worry, i always keep copies of my writing to tweak later, and to look back on!) big thank you to anyone who enjoyed it, i'll keep working hard to get you some good fics! on another note, please feel free to send in asks for fics you'd like to see! i'm keeping myself restrained to the beatles for now, and i'm not yet comfortable writing nsfw material, so do keep that in mind ^_^
#mattadia#fic update#ao3#is this a common writer struggle?#just absolutely hating your work once youve posted it#tbh i didnt like it even before i posted it#i lost the plot#it didnt have a proper ending ready#best case scenario i figure out the plot and rewrite it to match#worst case its just not coming back
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Leave Me Where I Am, I'm Only Sleeping
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Beatles (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Harrison/Paul McCartney Characters: George Harrison (The Beatles), Paul McCartney Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Sleepy Cuddles Summary:
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"'Whoever slept with George woke up with him wrapped around them.' Paul wakes up with George wrapped around him. I just want confusion and fondness. Take it where you will."
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Leave Me Where I Am, I'm Only Sleeping
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Beatles (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Harrison/Paul McCartney Characters: George Harrison (The Beatles), Paul McCartney Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Sleepy Cuddles Summary:
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"'Whoever slept with George woke up with him wrapped around them.' Paul wakes up with George wrapped around him. I just want confusion and fondness. Take it where you will."
#mattadia#my fics#mcharrison#the beatles#the beatles fanfic#mcharrison fanfic#george harrison#paul mccartney#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#whoops this is incredibly short#in my defense i havent written anything in months#like actually#ya girls a lil rusty dusty
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We hear ad nauseam about Paul and George’s “fight” during Let It Be/Get Back but nowhere near enough about their beautiful tender exchanges like this one:
G: They sell boots that high, but not that tight, and not particularly leather, maybe softer. Groovy ones like, you know those Afghan coats, they’re embroidered, I’ve got boots like that, but the slippers, the slippers feel at home. And it is great, you just tuck your pants in.
P: You want boots of those? Yeah, I’ve got boots of them.
G: You know where you get them?
P: Yeah, you get them off me (gentle laughter).
I’ll give you them, I’ll never wear them.
G: Do you want to hear the song I wrote last night?
It’s just a very short one, called I Me Mine.
P: Yes





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Photo (from July 1969) by Linda McCartney.
Happy birthday to Paul! George Harrison: “My parents both liked music; they used to go out dancing a lot. And when I first wanted a guitar, my mother bought me this very cheap guitar worth three pounds, ten shilling, or about six dollars. And she didn't mind that I used to stay up until two in the morning polishing my guitar and trying to learn how to play. Later, when I got to know John and Paul, she used to love having them around singing in the back room. She was very encouraging about that.” Q: “You met Paul first.” GH: “Yeah, Paul went to school with me. I met him when I was about twelve years old. So I had this guitar… and Paul had a trumpet for some reason. His father, in his earlier days, had been involved in a little dance band. He was a piano player. So there was a lot of music in Paul's house too. But when we started hanging out together, that's when Paul realized that he wasn’t going to be able to sing and play the trumpet at the same time. So he traded it in and got a guitar.” - WNEW-FM (1987) “‘The thing about Paul,’ George says, ‘is that apart from the personal problem of it all, he’s having a wonderful time. He’s going riding and he’s got horses and he’s got a farm in Scotland and he’s happier with his family. And I can dig that.’” - in conversation with Al Aronowitz early 1970s; The Blacklisted Journalist (2001) “But actually, I love Paul, he’s my mate, and it doesn’t matter what they say in the papers, they’re not gonna get much mileage out of that one.” - George Harrison, Aspel & Company (March 1988) “There’s always a place in my heart for Paul… and Linda.” - George Harrison, Musician (March 1990) “Scan not a friend with a microscopic glass — You know his faults — Then let his foibles pass. Old Victorian Proverb. I’m sure there’s enough about me that pisses him [Paul] off, but I think we have now grown old enough to realize that we’re both pretty damn cute!” - George Harrison, Yahoo web chat (February 15, 2001)
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.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ 𐔌 .intro !
hello hello! im mattadia, you can call me whatever you'd like: matta, matty, dia, anything goes im a beatlemaniac, i like writing, not sure how often i'll post though happy to be here, happy to see you!
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