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This. Dude. Just. Said. Girls. Like. me. Don't . Listen. To. Motley. Crue.

Like bitch I didn't before but now you've personally convinced me. So thankyou.

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(directions are above)

Thanks @strawberrypaul for tagging me❤️

Name of playlist: if only you were lonely too (basically my sad songs that I cry to haha)

For No One -The Beatles

Olivia- The Backseat Lovers

Junk- Paul Mccartney

Small Talk- Briston Maroney

Tin Foil- Andrew Bird

Maple Syrup- The Backseat Lovers

No buses- The Arctic Monkeys

Jealous Guy- John Lennon

August- Flipturn

Just a Boy- The Backseat Lovers

Okieee here we are❤️ super into the indie rock and ofc the loml the beatles🥺

I'm tagging @cherrybombz01 @littledarlingwellaway and @cultofbeatle (sry if you've already been tagged !!)

But yeah do it if you'd like😌✨

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

this is from my playlist “xtreme radical mixtape”… yes, i know.

tagged by absolutely nobody, but i sure would like to be.

when the levee breaks by led zeppelin

sweetest thing by u2

femme fatale by the velvet underground

steel and glass by john lennon

crush with eyeliner by r.e.m.

twin size mattress by the front bottoms

common people by pulp

this charming man by the smiths

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

mary jane’s last dance by tom petty and the heartbreakers

i will tag @dreaminyourvoice, @mynameisbillandimaheadcase, @mossintheconcrete, @blobfishmiffy, @brianjonesismydaddy, and YOU.

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Apparently I've spent over 11.5k minutes listening to the beatles.... Honestly kinda proud lol

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Amen

Pass the happy! 🌻 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! :)

Thank you! It’s good to be reminded to stay positive :)

1. John Lennon’s smile

2. John Lennon’s thighs

3. John Lennon’s sense of humor

4. John Lennon’s band with his boyfriend

5. John Lennon’s hats

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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Pass the happy! 🌻 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! :)

Ahhhh hi!!! Let's go with:

Beat up Converse hightops

Clean sheets straight from the dryer

Being snuggled up with blankets and a pint of icecream

Listening to the same song over and over again because it somehow describes exactly how you feel

Rainy days with rubber soul playing in the background

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHH

All I’ve Got to Do (George Harrison x Reader) [Ch. 1]

Hello! This is the first part of my George Harrison x reader fake dating fic. I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! If you’d like to be tagged for future chapters, please let me know. Thank you to the lovely @rufusrant​, who reminds me that you can’t drink juice when you’re choking on eggs.

Pairing: George Harrison x f!Reader

Warnings: a lil kissing, mentions of sex.

Word count: 5.8k

Title: All I’ve Got to Do

Summary: 1966, the height of Beatlemania. The boys are at the top of the charts. But with John’s ‘bigger than Jesus’ ordeal and George’s own trouble, Brian decides it’s time for a drastic change. That’s where you come in. 

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Today began like any other day. 

It was Friday, which meant everyone was ready for the weekend, and therefore wasn’t inclined to work as hard. 

This mostly applied to the Beatles, who were all goofing off, save for George, who you hadn’t seen yet. Brian was nowhere to be found, and the sound techs were steadily losing patience with the remaining three— namely John, who had stuck two cigarettes up his nose and was cackling like a hyena. 

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Are you even mentally unstable if you don't randomly feel the need to lie down on the floor and start singing the lyrics to "Julia"? Just me? Whoops

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Love love love it🥰🥰

If I Needed Someone - Chapter 14

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | 

Pairing: George Harrison x F! Reader

Fic Summary: Reader and George meet as kids soon after she moves to Liverpool with her parents. Told throughout pieces of their childhood together, we see their friendship grow and the consequences of waiting too long.

Chapter Summary: Most of Y/N’s troubles have gone away now that her parents know about her relationship with George, and next she has to worry about what happens from here on out. She also has a discussion with George leading to something that perhaps was a long time coming.

Word count: ~4.7k

Rating: M must be 18+ to read. 

Warnings: It’s lots of cheesy fluff, then there’s some language and uh self-indulgent smut 

Notes: If you enjoyed this chapter please lemme know! Just a like would be fine, but if you can comment or reblog, or even shoot me an ask about it I’d be so grateful! As much as I am writing this because it makes me happy, I also like to know how it’s being received by all of you, and if you have any predictions, ideas, thoughts upon reading, y’know all that fun stuff! Thank you for reading!!

And yes I realize I kind of crammed a lot in here that maybe could have gone in the last chapter, but after like 5 months of having 0 energy to write, I’m really proud of this chapter so please enjoy!

You picked up your purse from off the ground and dug through it, hoping maybe you could avoid buying a scarf and bringing up more questions.

“What are you looking for?” George asked, sitting back down on the bench.

You pulled a small compact out of the purse, “This!”

You flipped it open and coated the pouf in makeup. Looking in the mirror, you attempted to mask the redness from the mark. If you couldn’t cover it completely, you could at least act like it had been there a while.

“You sure that’s going to work?” He smirked at you.

“Nope, but it’s worth a try.” You closed the compact and put it back in your bag before looking at him, “I oughta give you one as payback.”

He opened his arms invitingly, “Won’t hear me complain." 

You shook your head and laughed, "We should probably head out. Maybe another time.”

“Looking forward to it.”

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Omg hi thanks for the tag luv xx

Fun fact: I'm actually a dead split between syltherin and ravenclaw so :)))

My favorite season is also summer!!

And I'm currently obsessed with dark green and burgundy 🥺🥺

I'm going to tag @littledarlingwellaway @myukulelegentlyweeps and anyone who wants to do it loll

Got tagged by @ourladylennon <3 and I'm honestly questioning my Gryffindorness bc now I look like such a Slytherin :/ anyway yours looks amazing

Favorite season: autumn

Favorite color: green

Ok rules; Google your [Favorite season] + [Favorite color] + "aesthetic" pick 4+ pictures and create a personal mood board

And I'll tag @lovelylenny @ringoslittlehippie @cultofbeatle @strawberrypaul and if anyone wants to do it tag me back bc I wanna see y'alls!!!

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OMG LAURA IM SO EXCITED 🤩🤩🤩

Not to pat myself on the back or anything but as I've been working on the next IINS chapter I've been re-reading it as well and honestly? 🥺

I love this story so much and yes there are things I'd change, but I really do love it.

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Linda: My favorite Beatles actually John.

Paul: Are you serious?!

Linda: ...

Paul: 🤗 He’s my favorite too!!!

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I stg if I don't spontaneously hop on the plane to England with "she's leaving home" blaring in my earbuds as I walk on ... I don't want it.

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I'm just going to put it out there that Paul McCartney gives off Donna from That 70's show vibes. No I will not take criticism.

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hi THIS IS THE BEST ANGST IVE EVER READ OMG MY HEART HURTS SO BADLY BUT IN THE BEST WAY you are so talented 🥺🥺

ANGST ANGST ANGST but WHAT if Beatle!Reader was in love with John and you let him take your virginity but he basically does you then dumps you b/c he doesn't know you have feelings for him?

i audibly gasped while reading this ask so have some pain for lunch with an extra side of a twist of pain

(i made this during the hamburg era when they were staying in a tiny room next to a movie theater for context)

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“Fuck, fuck,” John swore in your ear as he slid in and out of you. You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. He dropped his head to your shoulder and you shivered at the feeling of his hair on your skin, soft now that it had fallen out of it’s style. He kissed the crook of your neck before leaving a love bite there.

The hand that rested on your hip slipped down to your thigh, gripping hard. You gasped, bucking against him, prompting John to thrust a little faster. He let out a throaty groan that told you he was close.

“Gonna...gonna...” He grunted in warning, words trailing off into moans. All you could was nod and whine, too lost in your own excitement and pleasure. He swore loudly as he came, echoed by you. He flopped on top of you, the both of you panting, coming off of your highs. John’s thumb stroke the curve of your hip, lips pressed lightly to your temple, “That was so good, you did so good.”

Your heart fluttered but the moment was short lived. John lifted himself off of you, sitting on the side of the bed, pulling his pants up from around his ankles and buttoning his shirt without looking back at you. It hit you that he hadn’t even taken his shoes off the whole time.

He stood up, stretching. He turned back to you and you smiled hopefully, scooting over to make room for him.

“You should get dressed before one of the others comes back. Paul’s more of a perv than he lets on.” John joked casually, chuckling to himself. He patted your thigh crassly and left without another word.

You lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly. What you’d just done meant nothing to John. Just another shag, this time with a band mate, no big deal. It wasn’t love. Just sex.

Feeling humiliated and stupid, you turned onto your side, not bothering to reach for the worn blanket despite how cold you were. You didn’t realize that you were crying until you hiccuped.

Romantic music swelled in whatever film the cinema was playing, one particularly sweet chord striking your heart especially hard.

Quietly, the door opened and you briefly hoped it was John. The shadowy figured moved closer and it was George, not John, that materialized in front of you. He didn’t say anything, he just pulled the covers over you. He sat at the edge of the bed, holding your hand.

The two of you sat in silence, listening to the sounds of over dramatic French actors playing out some rom-com. Almost shyly, George squeezed your hand.

“You deserve better.”

“What do you know?”

“I know you love him. I know he just treated you like shit.”

“’im drunk, he’s drunk. It didn’t mean anything.”

“It did to you.”

You rolled away from him, facing the wall so he didn’t see you cry. John hadn’t meant to hurt you, it wasn’t like you’d confessed your undying love before fucking him. But he knew you were a virgin, he knew that even if it didn’t mean anything, this had been a big deal to you. He couldn’t even be bothered to take his fucking shoes off.

How disappointing.

“Please don’t tell him.” You plead softly, praying he didn’t hear the heartbreak in your voice. You weight his weight shift on the bed, his fingers brushing your shoulder.

“I won’t. I won’t.” He promised, fighting to keep his own voice from breaking. It fell silent again. George watched your shoulders shudder as you cried and he felt his skin crawl when he spotted a hickie at the crook of your neck. He know that John was somewhere giving a complete stranger a mark just like it.

He didn’t know if it was jealousy or anger, but George felt sick. He pulled the ratty blanket up over your shoulder and started to stand, stopping when your hand shot out to grab his.

George looked back, his dark eyes meeting your pleading ones.

“Please stay.”

He sat back down and you pulled the blanket back, patting the empty space next to you. Wordlessly, he nodded, shedding his leather jacket and kicking off his shoes before slipping in next to you. He pulled you close, resting his chin on the top of your head - something the two of you did often.

You closed your eyes and pretended he was John.

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THIS IS SO CUTE

I mean not to be pathetic or anythung but Paul teaching reader how to kiss bc she hadn't done much, that hits different

“You’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing! ‘M not.”

You pointedly avoided Paul’s gaze as he crawled over to your side. The two of you had gone to a nearby park for a walk. You decided to sit in the grass for a while and that’s where you opened your big mouth.

“You are. It’s not nice.” Your lips were set in a sour pout, forehead creased.

“I would never laugh at you, Y/N. I’m just surprised. I thought you’d... well, what about that one guy you went to the winter formal dance with?”

“He ended up leaving me and chasing some twelfth years. Anyway, I didn’t want to kiss him. Didn’t even like him all that much.”

“He ditched you? What a prick. You should’ve told me, we could’ve hung out.”

“You had a performance at the Cavern that night. It’s fine, Paul. I know you don’t go for dances anyway.”

“Well... still. You’re one of my best mates.”

You hummed, focusing on a particularly riveting piece of lint on your jeans.

“So you still haven’t kissed anyone.”

You shook your head.

“Is there anyone you want to kiss?”

You met Paul’s eyes then. He was so close and soft. No hair gel, no cocksure smile, no sleek leather. He was just Paul, for as long as you’d known him. Kind, gentle, sweeter than anything.

“Yeah. Yeah, there is.”

Paul sat up excitedly.

“Who is it?”

“You don’t know him.”

“I’m sure I’ve at least heard of him.”

“No, you haven’t. It doesn’t matter though. I could never work up the nerve to kiss him. I don’t even know how to.”

“I’ll show you.”

“You what?”

Paul shrugged.

“I’ve kissed plenty of birds. I think I can handle kissing you, Y/N.”

Yes, but could you?

“O-okay.”

Paul grinned and you could feel the beginnings of a bad decision forming.

He turned to face you and tugged you closer, so you were cross legged in front of him.

“Alright, the first thing y’need to know is that no one likes getting their face sucked off. So you’ve got to be gentle. Keep your lips relaxed, like so.” Paul parted his lips slightly.

“And don’t use tongue unless they say it’s okay. Just a simple, gentle kiss. He might suck, whoever you like, but you can always take the lead.”

“No, I think... I think he’ll be good at it. Way better than me.”

“Heh, if you say so. I’ve seen plenty of guys who slobber all over their birds. ‘S painful to watch, quite frankly.”

Paul put his hands on either side of your face. Your breathing hitched and you prayed Paul wouldn’t notice. His thumbs confidently brushed your cheeks and you could’ve stayed like that forever.

“Ready? We’re gonna try it out.”

“Yeah,” you said, voice barely audible.

Paul nodded and pressed his lips to yours.

You tried to do what he’d told you, but eventually you just melted into the kiss, not really worrying about whether or not you were doing it properly.

Paul kissed with his whole being. His hands slid up into your hair. His nose lightly poked your cheek. Everything was Paul.

He pulled away after a few more moments and you had to remind yourself to not go chasing for another.

“So, how— how was that?”

Paul’s lips stretched in a tender smile. You ached to kiss him again and keep having him look at you like that.

“It was great, love. That guy’s gonna have one hell of a good time.”

Paul abruptly stood and you followed him up confusedly.

“So I, uh... I just remembered that Da wants me home. So, I’ve got to go. But you’ll be great, Y/N. Don’t overthink it.”

“It’s barely four o’ clock, Paul. You’ve stayed out past midnight with John.”

“I-I know. It’s just I’ve got a lot of— um, chores! Yeah. Da’s very strict about that, y’know.”

You didn’t quite believe him but you didn’t feel like starting a fight.

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Paul walked briskly, shortly disappearing behind the gate. You watched him go, wondering what you’d done to chase him away.