#and of course it'd be Ringo

[gothixm00nz]

I personally like the interview where Paul is explaining what his last talk with George was like with Ringo beside him and he (Paul) claims that "men don't caress each other's hands" while talking about how he and George held each other's hands but Ringo says "not unless you're secure" only for Paul to clearly scoff and be annoyed about being fucking called out.

Like James Paul McCartney. Even Ringo is calling your ass out and you know damn WELL he's sick of that shit too.

[makemeactup]

Ringo Starr x Reader - Stolen Glances

Summary: Ringo has feelings for his long time friend, but cant bring himself to do more than steal glances.

This is actually something I wrote for my oc but thought everyone would enjoy it. So — here ya go!

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It wasn't that Ringo was scared to say anything to you. No, he wasn't the least bit worried about the outcome. You were adults now, it'd be fine. But, perhaps, he was just being cautious about the situation. Weighing up the possibilities and the comfort of the now. Such as:

Everytime you would playfully shove him, or playfully punch his shoulder, or playfully try to fight or wrestle, or just sit next him or drape your legs over his lap or put your head on his shoulder, Ringo held a humongous grin. His cheeks would tint a soft red. His blue eyes took you in as quickly as they could without drawing any attention.

Each time, he played along or dismissed you with a joke. Sometimes he would wrestle or take an exaggerated boxing stance, or he'd put his hand around your legs to make sure that you could relax and not worry about them sliding off. You'd smile at him then, beaming and radiant. And it'd be just for him — until one of the other boys, usually John, demanded your attention.

You were like that with everyone for the most part, Ringo had reasoned. You'd playfully shove George, but you wouldn't try to fight him. You'd use Paul as a pillow, but you wouldn't try to wrestle with him. You'd offer both men your smile, the one they all knew so well. But John, to Ringo's eyes, was too close to how you treated him.

John did get the playful fights and attempts to wrestle, and sometimes you'd get put into a headlock or he'd have his arm wrenched behind his back. John did get sat next to, and he got your head on his shoulder, or legs over his lap. But worst of all, he got the smile. The others got the smile, sure, but that wasn't the same. It was a specific smile.

But who was Ringo against John? Clint Eastwood versus Larry Fine?

Oh well, Ringo would shrug to himself at the thought. You were all long time friends, nothing more. His feelings had to pass, right? The denial certainly wouldn't, but that was neither here nor there.

Sat behind his drumkit, drumsticks held loosely in hand, he watched his friends interact. He watched you as you laughed at something George had said, waving him away. He admired your side profile, your shiny hair. Your shirt was nice today.

Sporadically, his eyes flickered to whoever was talking, an attempt to cover his tracks. He'd crack a smile and laugh at a joke or story, but he wasn't actually listening. Not as he gently hit the cymbals absentmindedly, and not as he looked at you again.

"—right, Ringo?" Came the sudden voice of Paul, the use of his name knocking him back into the room.

It was only then, under the scrutinising stares of his friends, did the drummer realise that his face gave away his previously absent mind. His eyes, dark with the apparent lack of sleep lately, grew briefly wide as he perked up and looked at Paul.

"What'd you say, Paul?"

"You alright? You look spaced out."

"Oh," Ringo blinked. "Yeah, I'm fine. And you?"

"You're gonna get bug-eyed if y' keep starin'," John hummed, smirk wide. He had obviously seen something the others hadn't.

"In me own world," Ringo raised an arm and moved his drumstick in a circular motion beside his temple for emphasis.

"Can I join your world?" You asked innocently, brows arching, as if you'd have to plead for him to say yes.

"'course ya can!" He beamed softly. "None'a these jokers can, though."

"What have I done?" George asked, sounding offended to be included with John and Paul.

"Dunno, let me get back t' you," Ringo offered, earning a small laugh and smile from his friends.

His eyes met yours, and he offered a small shrug. When you didn't immediately turn around, he swore he felt his neck grow warmer and the grip on his drumsticks grow ten times tighter. His lips grew into a lopsided grin, nose turning a soft shade of red.

When you did eventually turn back around, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Swallowing thickly and lightly hitting his drumsticks together, he feigned interest in whatever joke or story was being told. All the while, as subtly as he could in the background, he kept stealing loving glances at you.

[thecoleopterawithana]

Eras: The Beatles | Episode 6 - Now and Then

In the final episode of Eras: The Beatles, we hear the story behind The Beatles' final single Now and Then, including new interviews with Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr. Narrated by Martin Freeman, the episode also features insight on the new track from Sean Ono Lennon, Olivia Harrison and Peter Jackson.

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[This episode features more complete audio from the soundbites included in the 'Now and Then' short film/documentary. Under the cut are transcriptions of some of my favorite sections. Including Paul's interpretation of the meaning of 'Now and Then' (bonus points if you guess his answer!)]

PAUL: And then 'Now and Then' just kind of languished in a cupboard and we didn't do anything with it. I kept saying, "You know, maybe we should do something with this, seems a bit—" "Hm, I don't know..." There wasn't a great desire to do anything with it. So it hung around for a while. Years! And every so often, I'd kind of go to the cupboard and think, "There's a new song in there! We should do it! We gotta do it!" But it'd go back in the cupboard.

[...]

PAUL: Peter [Jackson] had sent me a text while he was doing the 'Get Back' thing. He said, "Here's a piece of dialogue of John's that I'd like to use, but George is rehearsing in the background," and you could hear George's guitar and you couldn't really make out quite what John was saying because it was distracting. He said, "But we've got this new technology: Machine Assisted Learning. M.A.L., so we're calling it MAL." Which was like— that was really cool! Because our old road manager and dear friend was Mal [Evans].

[...]

PETER JACKSON: I'd had this idea for two or three years about him [Paul] singing a duet with John. And the fact that we'd developed this software now allows us to separate the voices and the music meant that I could take a song that John and Paul were singing on, just separate John's vocal only, and Paul could have that for playing on stage. And then his band and himself could do the vocals and the playing for the rest of the song. So he could do a duet with John. He didn't even blink, he just said, "That's a fantastic idea, I love it! Let's do it!" And so we quickly turned that around and got that underway. So Paul was now touring with a John Lennon duet on 'I Got a Feeling'.

[...]

PETER JACKSON: I got a phone call from Paul saying, "Is it possible to use that technology for another project I've been thinking about? [...] Would it be possible to take John's vocal and clean it up and get rid of everything else? Because that would allow us to finish this Beatles song." And absolutely, it didn't take me more than about a second to get back to him and say, "Of course we can do it!"

[...]

PETER JACKSON: We assumed that the copy of 'Now and Then' that they were working to in the studio in 1995, where the vocals were coming from, was probably not a first-generation copy. [...] So we though, well this is probably a third generation [tape copy]. [...] And so we contacted Sean Lennon and he was very helpful. And sure enough, we got a digital copy of the original. Which is the same demo, same performance, but two generations better.

[...]

RINGO: I'm sitting there thinking, "I don't remember George doing that solo?" It was just like practicing, maybe. Cus it sounds like George! Then Paul said, "No, it's me." [laughs] But Paul did a great job. I mean, he's very good, you know, Paul. He's a very good musician.

[...]

RINGO: Giles [Martin] had to fly out to LA one day to listen to a four-hour string session that Paul wanted, and then fly back to England! [laughs] There's no string sections in England!

[...]

PAUL: Eventually, when we got to mix number 7 it was, "Wow, this is it! Now it's a Beatle record!" And we played it to various people, some of whom cried. Some of whom said, "Jesus Christ! It's a Beatles record!" But the reaction was very favorable.

[...]

RINGO: The difference from the two tracks of John, the old track of John— you know, we have to thank Sean as well, because he found the original tape. So that's the one you can really hear John, not the copy-copy-copies. And... it's like John's there, you know. It's far out. It's so clear now you know it's him. Cus on the original one we were working to I couldn't tell if it was Paul or John singing half the time. But now you know it's John! [chuckles]

[...]

PAUL: I think it just means 'now and then'. "Now and then, I have a cup of tea". I'm not sure it means an awful lot more than that. But, looking at it from today's perspective, now and then. Then you can start to get all sorts of meanings in. The modern-day, the historical past of the Beatles. It lines up with all of that. But we were always very happy to let people make their own minds up. "Here it is, it's a song. Now, the minute we deliver it to you, it's up to you. You can do anything you want with it." And people do!

[...]

RINGO: And that was what it was like for the three of us when we started this role in the 90s. We had to pretend— it always makes me laugh when I think of it— we had to pretend that he'd gone for a cup of tea or his lunch. But that he was still around. Because it was very strange when we started there's only three of us, after all those years, and all that life, that there were four of us. And I still miss him, man!

[...]

SEAN LENNON: It feels very synchronous that the lyric speaks about time and that it's taken so much time. That it sort of fuses the past and the present. It's like a time capsule. And it all feels very meant to be — or fated, or something — in the nicest sense.

[...]

PAUL: When I remember the Beatles, I remember the joy, the talent, the humor, the love. And I think, if people remembered us for that — for those things — I'd be very happy.

[japage3moondog]

This might be oddly specific but could I get a ringo x reader where the reader is a roadie or provides help on tour and even though they are trying to keep their relationship with ringo lowkey it’s super obvious because they can’t get enough of each other? And the other Beatles tease them about it of course

hi anon, this is actually a little similar to my paul x reader series so thanks for playing into my strong suits.

brian is definitely aware of the relationship before you even tell him just because he's a master of reading body language and keeping tabs on his boys. he's the one who suggested you keep your relationship from the band because some of them (cough, cough paul) are too chatty for their own good and the only thing worse than having the band gossip with each other is having the world harrass you and rings over the relationship.

ringo definitely sneaks touches when no ones looking. his hands linger on yours for a little longer than necessary when passing him a new set of drum sticks or he'll pull you in for a hug when it'd be more appropriate to give a hand shake. he loves these small displays of affection, any little tiny act of rebellion against brian to show you that he holds you above all rules.

he always finds an excuse to have you present during the recordings because he likes to show off in front of you. it takes almost double the time it would normally take because he keeps getting distracted by looking at you.

he sneaks you away to make out in hall way closets and vacant bathrooms at any chance he gets. a quickie if he's on a lunch break. the way the band finds out is because george catches you guys sucking face in a guitar storeroom. it's pretty juvenile but the thrill of sneaking around makes you forget the consequences

brian has to have a whole band meeting to make sure that everyone keeps your relationship on the down low and also to stop ringo from fucking you in closets. john is definitely the hardest on you two because he thinks it's funny to take the piss but they all understand what it's like to be in love and to be ridiculously horny.

[bobdylans116thdream]

If you're still doing it, 44 for Starrison?

(fair warning, this one is a bit nsfw!)

out of lust

After a couple of wildly successful American shows, the Beatles found themselves on a warm beach in Florida, enjoying a rare day off. And oh, was it gorgeous. The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect (a shock for this time of year), and everybody was in high spirits. Yes, it was a wonderful time. They were on top of the world, riding high on the wave of success that they'd earned. Things were perfect. They couldn't really want more, could they?

Well. One of them could.

As he applied a fresh layer of sunscreen, George watched Ringo splash around in the ocean. Of course, he was bombarded by fans, but that was unavoidable. But that was the last thing on George's mind. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ringo. The man was stunningly handsome – strong but not overly muscled, lean but not bony, just perfect. He zoned out as his mind drifted back to a few nights ago... they'd been sleeping with each other for a few months now, but something about a few nights ago was just... it'd been incredible...

They'd come back to their hotel room, high on adrenaline from the show. Ringo had barely made it into their shared hotel room before George had him pinned to the wall, their lips crashing together with a desperate passion. Their suit jackets were quickly tossed aside, their shirts hastily unbuttoned with fumbling fingers. Soft, needy moans escaped as George trailed kisses down Ringo's neck. The man tasted of sweat, but George didn't care. He needed Ringo. And from the sounds of it, Ringo needed him too.

“Bed,” George whispered. “Now.”

Ringo didn't need to be told twice. He nearly ran to the bed, shedding his shirt as he laid himself out as alluringly as possible. Ringo's eyes raked over George's body. There were times when he was jealous of George's body, but now wasn't one of them. He wanted that body on top of him. Needed it. And he soon got his wish.

“Been wanting you all day,” George whispered, kissing down Ringo's neck and sucking a hickey below his collarbone. He delighted in the moans, the way Ringo's back arched slightly off the bed with a combination of pain and pleasure. His hands traveled down Ringo's chest and played with his trouser button. “Now, let's get these off, yeah?”

Before his daydream got any further and George ended up with a rather awkward stiffie, he shook his head and snapped himself out of it. Didn't stop him from wanting Ringo though. He wanted to feel those thick fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as George took Ringo's cock into his mouth. He wanted to hear Ringo's deep, rich moan in his ear as he came, spurting white hot ribbons into George's mouth. Or over his own stomach as George fucked him into the mattress. Either way, he didn't care. Hell, he'd even let Ringo fuck him if he so desired...

“I think it's time to go inside, don't you?”

George startled out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice in his ear, one that sent blood rushing straight to his cock and made it twitch in his swimsuit. He turned c and, sure enough, there was Ringo, bent over slightly so he could whisper in George's ear. He smirked at George's obvious lust. To be fair, he felt that same lust himself. How could he not?

“Like the way ye think,” George replied.

He glanced out towards the ocean. John and Paul were busy lapping up attention from the throng of girls that had ambushed them. They'd be occupied for a while. Without another word, George followed Ringo towards the hotel, being careful not too look too conspicuous. After all, nobody could know that they were secretly shagging.

But as soon as they were upstairs and the doors were closed, they dropped the act. Before Ringo could say one word, George had him on the bed, pressing himself against him and kissing him desperately. He moaned into Ringo's mouth as he felt those hands slide over his shoulder and down to his arse, squeezing it almost in perfect rhythm with the kiss. Of course. Ringo was a drummer, rhythm was in his blood. George nipped Ringo's mouth and began to grind against him as he hardened.

“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” George whispered.

He went back in for more kisses, heatedly lapping at Ringo's mouth and sucking on his lover's tongue. Ringo moaned at the tugging sensation and began to pull at the hem of his shorts. He didn't want to stop the kiss, but George knew it was temporary. He pulled his own shorts off as Ringo spread his legs, giving a tantalizing view.

“Then by all means, love. Have me.”

[mydaroga]

hello! I’d love to hear your thoughts on the ethics of the new single given that we know George didn’t want it. It doesn’t sit right with me, but maybe I’m just being protective of George

Thank you for the thoughtful question. It's nice to think I have something to add, though I'm not sure it'll be helpful.

I think it's entirely natural to be protective of George. And he did veto it, and the Beatles were a democracy. Obviously that becomes complicated once half the band have passed on, and you could even ask, "what would Lennon think of 'Real Love'? or Anthology?"

For my money, it's almost too thorny a thing for me to feel I have a say in at all. Once someone has passed--indeed to some degree, once someone has put a creation out into the world--it's not entirely theirs to say. And Lennon and Harrison both have estates in the hands of others who are now in the business of making decisions for them. You can speculate about their motives, of course. Is it about the money? Or do they think maybe he'd have changed his mind, with the changes in technology or the mellowing of age? Would George have supported All Things Must Grass? Or were they thinking about the time he said he didn't care what happened to his songs after he died, do whatever you want (I am paraphrasing because I can't find the video at the moment)?

So I guess I'm in this middle ground of thinking, it's fine to think this isn't right and isn't ethical. I think you have a leg to stand on. On the other hand, I think it's also the decision of Olivia and Dhani and Yoko/Sean and Paul and Ringo. And I definitely understand, at their age, wanting this one last little bit of all four of them to go out into the world. I definitely feel that if any of it was actually constructed out of whole cloth it'd be a hard no from me. But as it is, I guess I feel both sides are defensible, and it's coming, and the decision now is whether to support it with your money/streams/attention or not.

[johns-prince]

What breaks my heart (though a lot breaks my heart about these two) is that, whatever had transpired between John and Paul during the escape-hopefully-this-fixes-it trip to India, it's that neither had wanted the outcome of it to be what ended up happening.

I mean even with John clearly spiraling out of control of his mind and emotions, trying to deal with it all from childhood to then and now with drugs and alcohol and sex—I can't bring myself to believe he wanted to have the falling out, the divorce, the interpreted separation of connection from the soul, from Paul.

All complicated and dramatic and bluffing and lying to himself evidently points to no, he didn't.

He burned down the temple he loved so much because he loved it so much. He burned down the Beatles—and with it, he burned down what he and Paul essentially created together (as George said, it was in 1967 that John and Paul became a duo... That is, not super on the nose dig at apparently the innate dynamics of the Beatles George was privy too... Or at least believed he'd witnessed become the inevitable outcome of his band in 1967. Remember, 1967 was like, peak John and Paul attached-at-the-hip proximity probably similar to that of when they were just teenagers in Liverpool together)

Not to exclude the other two, because John was so desperate and in need of his friends, the people he had grown up with, he'd wanted them to buy an island and live together on it, just them, houses connected through tunnels.

But, as harsh as it sounds, John could live not working with or necessarily having George and Ringo... But Paul.

Now Paul and him, in many interviews, confidently proclaiming once The Beatles went bust, then that's alright—it'd be John and Paul, Paul and John, still writing music together, still creating together. Paul helping John with his books, John and Paul writing music together as old farts to so graciously hand off for younger musicians to play; John and Paul even having the audacity to mention maybe dabbling in creating a musical play, even when John apparently had no interest in musicals whatsoever.

It was John and Paul, JohnandPaul, and it was since 1957. George was just speaking the truth of it all out loud:

HADDAD: Then, your musical ambitions didn’t really begin to take form until the two of you joined with John Lennon?

GEORGE: Paul and John were the spark that ignited The Beatles. Of course, we weren’t The Beatles then, and we didn’t have Ringo, but that was the start. The air was filled with excitement, and even though we went through silly names like The Quarrymen Skiffle Group, The Moondogs, The Moonshiners, and The Silver Beatles, before evolving into that group everyone grew to know and love, the crucible was in 1967 [sic; 1957] when John and Paul became a duo.”

— George Harrison, interview w/ M. George Haddad for Men Only. (November, 1978) [X]

John and Paul were the spark that ignited The Beatles. The Beatles were John and Paul's, and George was simply aware of it. By 1967, John and Paul were a duo, at least in George's viewpoint: the inevitable happened, what George suspected to be, anyway.

So to tell me that John had actually wanted to burn it all down and destroy this Thing that was in fact his and Paul's, essentially burning Paul (and himself) in the proces, because he loved them, it, him, too much. He wanted that.

I refuse to believe it.

I refuse to believe it because even John couldn't buy in to his own lies about why he had actually been the one to finally bring an end to Lennon-McCartney. Yoko's validation of his lies and encouragement of letting go of the past and all those that hurt him (Paul) might've enabled him, but it didn't make the lies of it all stick. He couldn't justify it in the end, he couldn't let go.

It's heartbreaking to think how neither of them wanted it to go the way it did.

Paul probably didn't even fathom it. He's gotten into enough rows with John, and while this one could've definitely been different, been worse, been something that even stable and strong and level headed and perfectly centered Paul McCartney couldn't even withstand, he couldn't control, he couldn't neatly deal with. What he couldn't do for John. What he might not have been able to understand, for John, for whatever reason.

But they've had fights, they've had their trials and tribulations together... What's another one? Why wouldn't they be able to climb over it or sweep it under the rug? Or even come to a compromise, at some later date.

Paul certainly didn't want what ended up happening, with The Beatles, with John.

It damn near tore him up and left him a pitiful, pathetic, alcoholic of a man. He agonized over this impending doom of another loss he couldn't stop.

Of course the main strain between John and Paul after the India excursion was only made worse and exacerbated by other outside forces and John's dwindling psyche and general stability.

No matter how hard he tried, truly fought for it all, it was set up for failure by the inside out.

Ringo was the only one trying at points and Linda was literally his saving grace.

Paul felt he had to divorce The Beatles (divorce John) because he felt he had no choice. John tapped out. George was angry. John wasn't even trying, after all Paul did was try and try and try.

What I'm trying to say is, and not just beat this potential dead horse: what is truly heartbreaking, is that John and Paul since the time of their boundless partnership, friendship, collaboration, and essentially finding their soulmate in each other (Paul's word, not mine) they had it set it would be them, together, forever, creating and inspiring and being together, during and after The Beatles.

You could say it was unrealistic, that it was just the faulty and frivolous daydreaming boyish promises young men barely in their twenties make in the heat of the hour of that day and week and month and year.

But they meant it. You can tell they meant it, you can tell, especially from Paul, that he meant it truly and earnestly and with shameless affection and fondness for his relationship with John, that he wanted to continue whatever this was with him, after The Beatles and on.

It's heartbreaking, because whatever was transpiring between John and Paul and which came to a head in India, whatever happened in India, they didn't want it to turn out and end in the way that it had.

John and Paul loved each other, indescribably so.

It's so heartbreaking when two people who clearly loved each other and are like soulmates, can't end up staying together, have a falling out or life finds a way to tear them apart because life isn't fair.

It's tragic.

There's an extra heaviness to it when you come to fully realize "Nobody wanted what happened to happen."

Neither John or Paul planned for it, for that kind of falling out, for a divorce. By all accounts and records, it hit like an agonizing and sudden septic natural disaster.

[lick-me-lennon22]

Trans Man!Reader X Beatles headcanons/How they'd support a trans (FTM) partner + help them through dysphoria 💙💙💙

(lengthy title, I know ^^' this amazing request is from @anonymous-blanket ! they originally asked for how the Beatles would help a trans [FTM] reader through dysphoria, but I sort of expanded it to add general headcanons- I hope you don't mind :) 💞)

⚠️⚠️⚠️DISCLAIMERS:⚠️⚠️⚠️

- I myself am a cis woman and this is solely based on the experiences my trans guy friends have been so kind as to share with me, as well as some of my own research on gender dysphoria and grounding techniques

- this is NOT entirely accurate to the 60s or 70s

- I have written these with the assumption that the reader has already come out and has transitioned or is currently transitioning; with that being said, none of the lads would ever out you or disclose your identity before you are ready to do so yourself/without your permission!

- all of the boys would respect your identity and address you by your name and preferred pronouns !!!

- please feel free to (kindly) correct me if any of this post is offensive or incorrect! I have written these headcanons with nothing but love and respect for the trans community ♡

Paul:

when you come out to Paul (if you were together before you began your transition), he's so proud of you for being your authentic self and so glad you're willing to share something like that with him

he immediately offers to take you out shopping and buy you a more masculine/comfortable wardrobe, as well as items such as boxers and binders if you want them

whenever you're up for it, Paul does your eyebrows and some masc contouring (if you ever want him to)- he's quite good with makeup, as he often does his own!

along with (of course) using your correct name and preferred pronouns, he showers you with gender-affirming nicknames and compliments ("my handsome man," "my prince," "dashing," "Adonis," etc.)

if you ever feel dysphoric about sitting down to pee, Paul reminds you that he also pees sitting down (hc)- "It's just more comfortable that way, no shame in it," he shrugs

he makes it a point to remind you how strong and handsome you are often

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

Paul respects your boundaries if you want to be left alone or don't want to be touched

he stays close to you and holds your hand if/as soon as you're okay with it

he tries to take your mind off of your discomfort and ground you by serenading you with your favorite songs

he listens attentively if you just want to vent, and gives you plenty of reassurance and words of comfort/validation if you need them

Paul reminds you that however you want to present is valid and that you are still, of course, a man- regardless of idiots who may tell you otherwise

"How can you not look like a man...? You are a man, love" ♡

John:

when you come out to John (if you were together before you began your transition), he talks you through everything you're feeling and listens intently when you share your experience with him

he suggests going to therapy if you feel like it'd be beneficial (he attends therapy sessions as well- hc)

he immediately assures you that he'll beat the living daylights out of anyone who dares to deadname or misgender you

John (without an ounce of subtlety) corrects anybody who uses the wrong pronouns to refer to you

he makes sure you know and always remember that your identity is valid

if you're comfortable with it, John places pride pins on his leather and denim jackets- regardless of the comments people make

he will absolutely go off on bigoted and closed-minded interviewers/reporters who question your identity or your relationship

John accompanies you into the men's restroom if you're nervous (and if you want him to) and will tell off/uppercut anyone who even looks at you the wrong way

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

John reminds you that your body doesn't dictate your gender and that your identity is 100% valid

he offers his clothes for you to wear if that would make you more comfortable

he helps ground you and distract you from your discomfort by putting on a silly movie for you to watch (together, if you'd like)

John carries his/your cat into your bedroom and places them in your lap for cuddles and purrs

he reminds you of what a hot, sexy stud you are ;)

"A... woman?? That's the dumbest thing I've ever 'eard. You can't 'look like a woman,' you ain't one- you're a man, love"

John tells you he can't wait until the day you become his husband ♡

George:

when you come out to George (if you were in a relationship before you began your transition), he sits patiently and listens as you share your feelings and experience with him

on his next trip out to the store, he buys doubles of all the masculine-scented hygiene products he usually purchases (body wash, deodorant, shampoo, etc.), as well as some extra boxers in your size in case you'd want them

when he arrives back home, he wordlessly places the items in your shared bathroom/dresser so you have access to all of them, but won't have to ask if you aren't comfortable enough to yet

he's very mindful about using your correct name and pronouns from the moment you come out to him

George supports you if you're on T and gives you daily reminders, or advocates for you if you aren't and want to be

he supports you equally if you don't want to start T at all!

he reminds you that your presentation doesn't invalidate your identity

he refers to you as "my boyfriend" or "my man," and tells you that you look sexy, dashing, and handsome ;)

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

George respects whatever you want to do and makes sure you're as comfy as possible if you just want to stay holed up in your bedroom for a while

he fetches you some comfy, baggy clothes in case you feel like disappearing into them for a bit, and offers you some of his clothes if you'd prefer them

he'll bring your pet into your room for some extra love and cuddle time

George will be considerate of your boundaries if you don't want to be touched, but stay by your side if you'll allow him

he's taught you how to meditate and will practice meditation with you as a grounding/relaxation strategy

"Remember, darling- your body doesn't dictate your gender. You are a man no matter what" ♡

Ringo:

when you come out to Ringo (if you were in a relationship before you began your transition), he is elated and relieved that you feel comfortable enough to share something like that with him

the next time you leave the house without Ringo, by the time you've arrived back home, he's set your entire dining room up like a gender reveal party: complete with an It's a Boy! banner and everything blue he could find (it's overkill, but he means well)

on the table is a care package he's bought and assembled for you

in it, he's included plenty of masc-scented soap/deoderant/shampoo, boxers, a pricey and great-quality binder (if you've expressed that you want to bind), and a very thoughtful handwritten and decorated card

from then on and if/when you're ready, Ringo makes a point of (re)introducing you to everyone (and I mean everyone) as his boyfriend- you both love the sound of it!

he'll give you the most genuine, validating compliments out of nowhere

for example: the first time you watch your favorite show together after you've come out to him, Ringo admits that he's always thought you looked/sounded a lot like one of the main characters (who happens to be male)

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

if you're still alright with being touched, Ringo smothers you in one of his famous bear hugs and tells you that everything is okay and you're no less valid for feeling this way about your body

he brings your favorite snack/treat into your room for you to eat and enjoy

he'll sit on the bed and engage in honest conversation with you if you feel like venting; if not he brings you all of the pillows, blankets, and/or stuffed animals in the house- as well as any clothes you'd like to change into

he showers you with gender-affirming nicknames and compliments: "my handsome man," "my prince/king," "heartthrob," "hunk," "stud"... some of them silly, but all of them sincere

Ringo is sure to remind you that no matter what your body looks like or how you're feeling about it in this moment (and no matter what bigoted asswipes may say to either of you), you are just as valid and masculine as any other man:

"Because that's what you are, my love- a man!" ♡

[mithranqueersmusings]

I Think I'll Love You Too II

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: U

Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.

Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

The following clean-up from their nocturnal experiment was far from easy, the wax seemed to crumble into tiny pieces and was determined to cover each inch of the carpet. George was insistent on doing most of the work, a struggle of manners ensued in which Ringo was adamant that he should help but eventually gave in and took up George's offer to relax in the bath.

Soaking in the warm water, Ringo's mind began to wander to their first official date. It seemed like such a long time ago now, although it had only been a couple of months at the most. Ringo could vividly picture arriving at George's house for the first time and picking him up for dinner, bruises still dotted across George's pale skin from the somewhat embarrassing but retrospectively rather comical fall at the club. Ringo had struggled to figure out the best place to take George, unfortunately the only advice available was John's.

"He's a vegetarian." Ringo emphasised for the fourth time, John had once again offered up a meat-only establishment.

"Oh, well you could've told me sooner." John scoffed, sometimes Ringo couldn't tell whether he was joking or truly that oblivious.

"What about sushi? That can be veggie, right?" Ringo was fiddling with a bouquet of flowers that had been left on John's kitchen counter, a small card had the name 'Paul' written on it, punctuated with a kiss.

"Sure." John offered "You could always, and hear me out, ask where he wants to go."

Ringo rolled his eyes "Great advice John, thanks. What if he doesn't know either?"

"Then you're both helpless and you belong together."

In the end Ringo had settled on sushi, which only calmed his panic somewhat because he still had to find which sushi place was best. He'd forgotten all about how stressful dating could be, and it'd been a long time since he'd been a proper date. Eventually he settled on a fairly affordable place that wasn't too far from his house, he felt rather silly calling up to make a reservation an hour in advance but he didn't want to risk embarrassing himself by not having a table booked.

This struggle with the restaurant left Ringo only an hour to get himself looking presentable for the date, his closet was emptied onto the floor and bed as he rummaged around for something suitable. He felt like making more of an effort than usual, this was one date he didn't want to screw up, especially knowing how fashionable George was likely to look. In the end he settled on a paisley blazer, it had been a gift from John years ago and had hardly been worn, and a black shirt underneath which he experimented with the buttons of.

He left himself just enough time to brush his teeth, sort out his hair and tidy the room as quickly as he possibly could. Hurrying over to George's in the car, he'd almost forgotten to be nervous about the date itself. Almost forgotten, because as soon as he knocked on George's door Ringo felt a wave of dread washing over him. He hadn't even thought of any conversation starters, or what he was going to order at the restaurant. As he waited for an answer, the dread only festered further. Yet once the door finally opened, revealing George draped in a decorative kimono, all fear subsided.

"Hi." Ringo spoke, suddenly sheepish.

"Hey." George replied with a grin, stepping out onto the street and locking the door behind him.

The two of them looked at one another for a few moments, eyes tracing from head to feet with no words being said. George was wearing makeup: his eyes darkened with liner and mascara, his gaunt cheekbones sparkling with highlight and his lips painted a tempting shade of red. Ringo could see that he'd tried to use foundation to cover over the bruises on his face but it wasn't entirely successful, not that it mattered.

"You look great." Ringo managed to get out without stumbling over his words as they walked over to his car.

"Thanks, so do you." George responded but Ringo supposed he was only trying to be polite.

Passing a shop window, Ringo stole a glance at the reflection and found himself presently surprised at how good the two of them looked together. Ringo was even beginning to believe George's compliment, a surge of confidence arising merely from being stood next to George. He'd anticipated that George would only make him look worse, but there was something complimentary in how the two of them were dressed. It was a small boost that Ringo needed to quash his nerves, he was determined to not ruin the night just because he was feeling anxious.

"So... Where are we headed?" George asked, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"Sushi." Ringo replied more curtly than intended "Is that alright?"

"I love sushi." George answered cheerily.

"What a relief." Ringo chuckled "I'm not gonna lie I was struggling to find a place to eat, with you being a vegetarian and all."

George paused for a moment "You remembered that?"

"Of course I did." Ringo panicked for a moment, afraid he'd said the wrong thing and given too much away but the smile that spread across George's painted lips calmed him back down.

It didn't take them long to arrive at the restaurant, it was rather busy but not so much that it would become uncomfortable. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck, that he'd actually been able to get a date with George. Looking back on how their relationship started, it was strange to consider that they'd end up here.

"Is your face alright?" Ringo asked when they'd been seated, it was hard to not notice the swelling on George's lip.

"Oh yeah, it's fine." George provided evidence with a genuine smile "I've had way worse, don't worry."

"You fall over a lot then?" Ringo joked, looking down at the menu and feeling a little intimidated by the amount of choice.

"Only when I know you're there to catch me." George winked "No, I've had my fair share of scraps here and there. That's just life, isn't it?"

Ringo chuckled "Not in my line of work, no."

"Don't be so modest, I haven't forgotten when you beat up that creep in the club." George was studying his menu with far less fear than Ringo "Any idea what you're gonna order?"

"Haven't the faintest." Ringo read the same words over and over again as though it'd help him understand "What about you?"

"Hmm, I think so." George answered with a confidence Ringo envied "Want some help?"

"Please." Ringo smiled sheepishly, laying down his menu and looking to George for assistance.

The date was hardly going as Ringo had anticipated, but while George went through dishes on the menu with a clear expertise Ringo couldn't stop himself from smiling. The intimidating Spike was describing in detail the difference between maki and temaki with such delicacy, it was such a strange moment of realisation for Ringo that made him truly understand how far they'd come. Ringo realised too late that he hadn't been listening to what George had been saying but it didn't matter in the end because George ordered for the both of them.

"So..." George began, drink in hand.

"So." Ringo repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"How long have you been waiting to take me out?" George asked with a knowing smile.

Ringo half expected this line of questioning to begin, he only wished he'd prepared some answers "Does it make a difference?"

"I'm just curious." George leaned in a little closer, a devilish look in his eyes.

Ringo sighed "Now I'm debating whether to lie so you don't think I'm a loser."

"I wouldn't bother with that, I already know you're a loser Ringo." George spoke deadpan, staring without expression then burst into laughter "I'm sorry, I had to."

"And that's meant to encourage me to be honest?" Ringo laughed nervously.

"Come on, tell me." George sounded almost whiny, a tone Ringo had heard before but never in regular conversation.

"Fine, fine." Ringo conceded after drinking his beer "In all honesty it was probably the first time I saw you... Not that I thought you'd ever say yes, of course."

The answer seemed to satisfy whatever itch George had "Really? I'm that good looking am I?"

"Not to sound cliché, but have you seen you? I don't think I've seen anyone more attractive." Ringo spoke somewhat seriously.

George blushed just slightly, having to look away from Ringo's intense gaze "You're sweet. But why were you even in the strip club in the first place? You didn't seem too at home, at least from what I remember."

Ringo felt rather complimented that George even remembered how he'd been acting all that time ago, he'd always supposed he hadn't left much of an impression at all and whatever he did was surely negative.

"John dragged me there. He, uh-" Ringo stopped himself before saying too much "Thought it'd cheer me up."

George squinted his eyes in suspicion "What aren't you telling me?"

Ringo paused, debating the best verbal exit strategy but the good beer and even better food was slowing his thought processes "Uh... Nothing?"

"Oh come on." George kicked Ringo lightly under the table "You think I'm gonna judge you?"

"Well, yes... But fine, I'll tell you." Ringo chuckled, pausing for an anticipatory breath "I'd been going through a bit of a... dry spell, so to speak."

A grin spread across George's face "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Ringo repeated, hiding his shame behind his beer.

"I find it hard to believe that you were having a 'dry spell'." George rested his hand on Ringo's own, his finger tracing around the metal of the rings.

"Well, I'd, er- I'd still be having one if you hadn't come along." Ringo stammered "Shit, that sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?"

"Just a tad." George smiled reassuringly "I'm just glad I could be of service."

"For a while you were making it worse, actually." Ringo had finished his beer and was itching for another "With all my pent up frustration and then I see you undressing on that stage, I nearly lost my mind."

George chuckled, looking rather proud of himself "I can only apologise for being so tempting." He emphasised the word by running his tongue over his top lip onto his sharp canine tooth.

"No need to apologise, it's your job after all." Ringo tried to remain composed "And in the end it all worked out so... No harm done."

"My aching body disagrees." George pouted his still somewhat swollen lip.

"Well... That was your own fault really." Ringo joked, finally catching the waiter's eye so that he could order another beer.

"You're right, you're right." George's hand was still pressed against Ringo's "Hopefully from here on out all the pain will be consensual."

Ringo blushed "Hopefully."

Later that night it was clear that there was no longer any need to be hopeful.

[blackberry-gingham]

hi! i was just wondering if you could do a reader coming out to the beatles as genderfulid, it'd really mean a lot, your work brings a smile to my face daily!

Sure! And thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my blog 💖💖 Would headcannons suit you alright? Sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy!

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George

Given him and his open mindedness to things like other religions and cultures, I don't see him being any different at all about the gender spectrum

In fact, if he was still with us today, I think he'd be a really big advocate for the lgbtq+ community!!

So yeah, all that to say, coming out to him wouldn't be an issue at all, he'd probably just accept it immediately lol

Everything about your preferred pronouns and important things like that would be easily digestible for him, just tell him what's good and he'll remember

Really, he'd just be interested in hearing you explain it to him a little I think!

He'd be fascinated by the idea of gender as a spectrum and would probably be down for a whole conversation on it of you're up to it!!

Needless to say, he's a huge ally and very good about keeping up with your gender identity

John

Ok, I don't think ???? it's controversial to say that John was like a haaaaairs breadth from being openly bi

Now of course, I once saw a post that saying how young John would basically knock you senseless for even insinuating he's anything other then straight

And honestly? Probably.

That said, depending on the era of John, you might be extra nervous to come out to him, which is toooootally understandable

I'm sure early 60s john would, respectfully, shrug it off and move on. He may not get it, but whatever makes you feels best, right?

Kinda lame, but!! Any era of John during/after the Sgt pepper era, would be EXTREMELY invested in what you have to say 👀

Like, George is pretty fascinated, but John would be actively curious

You'd probably be his biggest brush for all things lgbt, and he wants to know more!

Not only to be a better ally, but also, admittedly, for his own sake and getting an idea on his sexuality

If you told him it's *shock* possible to be attracted women and men, he'd probably have a heart attack (in a good way!)

Anyway, regardless of the era of John, I can tell you for sure that he'd be the one to make sure no one gives you trouble for your gender identity

He's extremely protective and would be sure that you can be open and true to yourself in freaking peace damn it, lol

Paul

Paul would proooobably be a John part two regarding the whole "which era" thing, but a little less callus

Younger Paul is also a little confused and "ok ig" but at least actually seems happy for you

But Sgt pepper and beyond Paul tho, is very very proud of you for coming out and also, excited to hear about it!!

You don't have to go into detail about the whole community and all to him, although he'd be just as interested to hear about that as well if you'd like

Being the perfectionist that he is, his ability to use your preferred pronouns each time is nearly infallible lol

You may have to watch him tho, as I feel like he'd also be a bit of the pronoun police

Like, if someone misgenders you or uses incorrect pronouns he'd jump to set them straight

As long as you're cool with that, then no problem!

However, he supposes he can be a little more chill if you'd prefer lol

Ringo

Ah Ringo, bless him

I find it impossible to believe that the king of peace and love himself would be put off in any way by leaning of your gender identity

Any era, any time my friend, he's glad to hear it and happy that you trusted him with this information!

Although, I will say that any version of him that was still in the Beatles would proooobably need a little adjustment time

That, and he may need a little more explaining to so he can wrap his head around things

It's not that he's unaccepting!! It's just this is a totally new thing for him, so he'd appreciate your patience lol

Don't worry tho, he'll get it eventually!

But regardless, he'd be supportive no matter what!

He hopes you can forgive him if he accidentally misgenders you or uses incorrect pronouns tho, he's trying!

He's just a bit forgetful

But once he's got it all down, he 100% joins Paul in making sure others don't misgender you

Don't worry about having two of them tho, Ringo is a little less confrontational about it at least

[littlelambdrgnfly]

I have two scenarios plaguing my mind: one is Jim and Mimi teaming up to tease mercilessly Johnny, just like the grandparents they are. The second one, is Linda breastfeeding Johnny while at parties. Idk if she would feed him right in front of people, but it'd be hot if she does it maybe into a room where mothers are feeding their babies and toddlers 😳

Oooh, this gives me a wonderful idea! Paul and Linda decide to throw a big birthday party for John and not only invite the “grandparents” but also all of their old friends, including George, Ringo, George Martin, and Mal. Jim and Mimi would come a few days early to dote on the baby, cooing over him and coddling him, buying him lots of presents, but utterly humiliating him in the process. He’s not ready for everyone to know about his new life, and it’s so embarrassing to have it so openly displayed, especially for his auntie and Paul’s dad. 😳 At the party, everyone is initially shocked to learn that it’s Johnny’s “first” birthday and to see him paraded out in his little sailor suit and a thick nappy, but to John’s mortification, they all get over the shock rather quickly because “John’s always been such a baby.” Ooh, no wait, they should already know, so then they can bring Johnny embarrassing baby presents! During cake time, Johnny gets stripped down to his nappy and strapped into his high chair, and he has to eat his cake with his hands, getting all messy. After he’s finished and cleaned up, Linda brings him over to the sofa to nurse him, while all the grownups are drinking their coffees and smoking cigarettes. John would beg and plead not to be fed in front of everyone, but Linda would just shush him, barely listening as she undoes her bra and pops her nipple between John’s lips. He’d instantly start suckling and calm down, even as everyone is laughing. Of course he’d be so relaxed that he wets himself while nursing, so when he’s finished, Paul changes him right there, making sure everyone knows how dependent Johnny is on his nappies now. He doesn’t even get to stay up for the entire party, little babies have to go to bed early, but after Mummy has him dressed in his little footed sleeper and thick nighttime nappy, he has to waddle downstairs to give everyone a kiss and thank them for coming to his birthday party. 🥰

[jojolustnotes]

[ICA]

From: Koi <3

To: Ringo <3

Hey, Ringo. Can we fuck tonight? I recently got..y'know..a vibrator. I think it'd be a good idea to use it on me tonight, maybe. It's the ones that go inside too..I think you'd like it..

[To: Koi]

>Of course we can. I know how needy you’ve been for me lately.

> It sounds like the both of us will have a nice time together ;)

[desertdragon]

Had a sudden reminder listening to the first ED for the anime adaptation again but I think subconsciously part of me was influenced to automatically take 'Hydaelyn's Blessing' as evil and easily corruptible because telekinesis in From The New World is constantly being nicknamed Divine Power, God's Gift etc. and even when it's not called that explicitly it's described with a sacred reverence and divine terribleness when in use and by those who witness it (especially the race oppressed by the protagonists society who live under constant fear of it for generations- it's worse in the book, even this equation the protagonists society gives telekinesis to godhood reflects their arrogance which bites them in the ass) and I was a young teenager when I experienced that epic for the first time while also trying 1984 and getting into Brave New World*

So like I was already accustomed to thinking anything that comes from supposed "divine" influence is going to have a harmful catch and even if it doesn't have one inherently then there will be people who corrupt it (or manufacture the myth of it) and via the nature of its divine otherness from the natural world (I say this influenced from a Christian/Catholic dominated society like the US), the consequence of that corruption will be far more catastrophic than the worst humanity can do on its own devices, and I already have a personal distrust of divinity as it is

When I saw people easily taken by the prospect of how great and cool Hydaelyn is and how she must be on the WoL's side and is of course a good force in the world I just couldn't follow that from the start, my gut reaction was there's no way a divine power that can do anything won't have its secrets and agendas; how can a divine being existing on a separate plane and perspective from humankind by default ever truly comprehend a human point of view, human boundaries, and human feelings? So Vaste's story ended up in the direction it did without me giving it hard thought- it was like breathing

Vaste has this same distrust deeply engraved into her being and conscious, for she's had to pay the price of being caught in a God's sights, and the consequence of her own actions thereafter which all contribute to her guilt and anger, thinking things like Why Me? (this question followed by immediate guilt knowing it then would've happened to someone else**) or What If I Made A Different Choice That Day? and so on; her situation is her own crucifixion first by the random and unpredictable whimsy of a God, then by her feelings of powerlessness

Divinity then being passed to her by the way her body changed, by the way others began to view her and harness her as a solution to their issues or to fulfill their own jingoism and self satisfaction/desires, did nothing but fuel this negative feedback loop on her self esteem, she internalized and perpetuated her own dehumanization in a sense, and constant comparisons to or treatment reminiscent of godhood I imagine didn't help her process or try to forget how Hydaelyn violated her the moment she was changed into Her champion- it'd be like being put on level with your rapist/abuser and being praised for that where that reputation only worsens the fact that no one will believe you if you tell them what happened

Divinity is scary to her, her goal is very much about looking at a broken system and having the audacity to unite likeminded people to break their own oppression under that system, as much as it is trying to find justice in holding the untouchable power that violated her so to accountability

Also give Broken Apple/Wareta Ringo a listen (here's the lyrics) and have another link to the From the New World novel as well because you can never have too many IMO and it's the definitive version of the story

* (I was into dystopian fiction like most other teenagers back in my day but From The New World/Shin Sekai Yori fueled me into going to the hard hitters like Brave New World & 1984 as well as Battle Royale where the dystopia is more grounded in parallels to real world oppression/racial/class divides than YA of the time- think the only YA of that type I read was Hunger Games and even that was unconventional to the norm/more grounded in its own way, I also grew up reading Orwell's Animal Farm thanks to my dad's book collection)

** The ability she had to settle for pushing her predicament onto someone else like her original plans for Gan became something she's capable of at her lowest point, the moment when she felt hopeless through and through truly preferring the oblivion of a real death to life and to me does count as one of her evil actions purely because she understood, even in her unjust suffering, the consequences and weight her position brings and the horrors another would face in her stead so in her weakness wanted the easy way out rather than confronting the problem herself- all a conversation they've had and which I want to write

[thespiritofvexation]

@see-sawed I don't know why but drummer-Sam makes a lot of sense! But it'd have to be one of the more sensible drummers of course. I immediately thought of Kenny Jones but it's boring with too many cast members from the same band.. so maybe Ringo? I'm not totally convinced..

Not 100% sold on Robert Plant as Legolas either actually.. I feel he's too... Idk but too much something, I can't picture him walking on top of the snow without making prints. He'd definitely make prints! Kind of want to make him Galadriel? Or maybe Faramir and put Ian Gillan as Boromir, purely for the aesthetics.

My easiest call would be Ian Anderson as Tom Bombadill, very most metal moment! And Jack as Bilbo of course because he would make a great sweet naive wee Bilbo going on an adventure, but also a great old grumpy eccentric recluse Bilbo. It's the dr. Jekyll/mr hyde thing.

And what about Bowie?! I immediately thought Elrond, but he could also be a very cool Gollum?

Your LOTR adaptation sounds full of possibilities! Now I'm wondering who would make a better Frodo: Syd Barrett or Donovan. :D

Hahaa, that's the million dollar question! I feel that Syd has the right aura of angst for Frodo, but I might be biased because he's baby™. Donovan has the right wholesomeness though so he would probably be the Frodo if no wizards had disturbed the Shire-peace. I think I need a Sam before I can decide! Any suggestions?