#cuddly!george

[ringosmistress]

😔

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Val being a cold boy on set & wearing one of those thermal jackets 🧥🥶

It seems like he was particularly cold on willow (it's the pink dress fault)

[i-pogchamp]

george doesnt cry like the others about being separated but he does occasionally forget to eat or get out of bed for a couple of days (Storm eventually stops that habit. no sad, get zapped.)

[mmufanatic]

You know how the Junior Pinkertons have the 'Mystery Box' which is basically a biscuit tin with a Scottie dog on it? (It's mentioned in 'The Secret of Weston School'.) Well who can imagine Alexander and George on a case in Scotland going to a tourist shop to buy a present for Daisy and Hazel and Alexander seeing cuddly toy scottie dogs with tartan collars? And buying two so he and George can have matching ones forever. And then they are named after fictional detectives.

(George says it's a waste of money and grumbles about tourist shops and capitalism but really thinks they're cute and it sits on his shelf next to all his Agatha Christie's, who it is named after - of course it is.)

[icbmil]

UK Official Charts

2016/2018/2022

[ani4detal]

Georg Behringer. The Bavarian Bull. You can’t beat a rottie either. Bull indeed...

[henryrussell63]

Hoodie George is my favourite George

[guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes]

One Day At A Time

Author's Note:

Based off of when Jeff Lynne and Dhani Harrison finished George's last album, Brainwashed. In this fic, Dhani becomes upset over missing George and Jeff comforts him, reminiscing about old stories of George. Also, in the recent four or five months, I've gotten really into ELO and Jeff Lynne, so it was only a matter of time before I put him in a fanfiction! (Don't worry, The Beatles are still my favorite!)

Beverly Hills, California

April, 2002

Dhani strummed the last chord on his guitar before letting it ring out until it was silent. Jeff was sitting by the control booth and stopped the tape.

"Ok Dhani, sounds good. I think that's enough for today." He said.

Dhani nodded inside the recording room and got up from the stool he was sitting on to put his guitar back on the stand.

Jeff leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head, yawning as he did so. Today had been a long day. It had been about five months since George had died in November. George had tried to finish as much of his last album, Brainwashed, as he could. But when he got too sick, he'd decided to leave his songs in the hands of the two people he'd trusted the most. His son, Dhani, and his dear friend, Jeff Lynne. The two had decided to finish recording four months after George died. Once late March rolled around, Dhani packed up the master tapes and flew to California to stay with Jeff to finish the album.

Within the past month, Jeff and Dhani spent most days in the studio recording their parts and using the notes George had left for Dhani to make them sound the most like he would have wanted.

After breakfast today, Jeff and Dhani had spent all day in the studio. It was now almost 7:00 pm and they were both tired.

"Let me play you the recording." Jeff said when Dhani came over to the control booth.

Jeff hit a button and the sound of Dhani's guitar came through. The recording lasted about two minutes before it ended.

"I think it sounded pretty good. What about you?" Jeff asked.

Dhani nodded, looking down at the control booth. His shaggy hair hid his face, so Jeff couldn't see him. Jeff felt mildly concerned for Dhani, thinking something might be wrong, but shook the feeling from his head.

"Let's hear how it sounds with George's recording." Jeff pressed a few buttons and George's voice synced up with the guitar. The recording played for two minutes, then ended.

"So what do you think, Dhan?" Jeff asked.

"Sounds good." Dhani said quickly. His voice sounding a bit shaky.

"I think we might be able to finish the song tomorrow." Jeff said, shutting the control booth off. He didn't hear a response from Dhani and rather heard sniffling. Dhani was leaning against the booth and was still looking down.

"Dhan?" Jeff asked gently.

Dhani sniffled and his breathing was shaky. Jeff lightly touched his shoulder and could feel it quivering. Dhani looked up at Jeff and there were tears in his eyes.

"Oh Dhani." Jeff cooed and pulled the younger man into a hug. Dhani held onto Jeff and began to cry right away against his shoulder. Jeff rubbed his back soothingly and Dhani's crying turned into sobbing.

"I know Dhani, I know. I miss him too." Jeff soothed.

Dhani tried to say something, but between him crying and trying to breathe, all that could come out was a broken sob.

"Shh, I can't understand you Dhani. Try to take a couple of deep breaths." Jeff said, rubbing his shoulder. Dhani nodded and took in as many deep breaths as he could until he felt composed enough to speak.

"It's not what you said." Dhani said, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "I mean, I miss him, but it's just that, well..."

"Here." Jeff said, and guided him over to the couch in the corner. Dhani sat down and Jeff sat next to him.

"Thanks." Dhani said, "What I meant was, it's just hard. I keep hearing his voice on the tapes and I keep thinking he's still here like he always was. But just when I'm ready to ask him what he thinks, I remember I can't. It just doesn't feel right."

"I know, I feel the same way." Jeff says, "I keep thinking he'll walk right into the studio even though I know that he won't."

"And it's like, anytime I feel happy about something, I feel guilty because I feel like I should be sad. And then I am sad and I feel I shouldn't be so that I can focus on the album. I just feel so mixed up all the time." Dhani admits, turning red with embarrassment.

"Listen Dhani, there's no right way to deal with this." Jeff says. Dhani looks directly at him when he says this. "It's ok to be happy when you're happy. And it's ok to be sad when you're sad. You shouldn't feel like you need to act a certain way, and you definitely shouldn't feel like you need to be sad all of the time. You're dad wouldn't want that. I remember when we'd get together your dad would always be telling me about you. He'd always tell me what you had been doing and how proud he always felt of you."

Dhani smiled when he heard that. The exact same smile as George's. He looked down shyly.

Jeff pulled Dhani back into a hug and rumpled his hair. Dhani buried his face in Jeff's shoulder, just like he used to do when he was a little boy.

"Just remember he's proud of you. He always was."

Just as Jeff said that, a warm ray of sunlight from the sunset fell through the window. Dhani and Jeff could feel the warmth penetrating through the room. It had been raining all day, so this was particularly nice. Just then, a lovely white dove flew up to the windowsill and tapped on the glass, looking directly at Dhani, like he was trying to get his attention.

Jeff and Dhani both looked at the bird, and although a word wasn't spoken between the two, they could feel they were both thinking the same thing.

...

"Ready to go?" Jeff asked Dhani. After the two had dinner later that day, they both went to their own beds. The next day they had decided to take a break from recording and to just lounge around. They played guitars together in the garden just like they used to. Jeff and Dhani took turns exchanging stories of George and laughing. The next day they were back to recording and Dhani felt much better then he had in a few weeks.

"Ready Jeff." Dhani smiled from inside the studio.

Jeff looked down at the controls and pressed a few buttons. Jeff's eyes looked up at Dhani, allowing him to see Jeff's beautiful blue eyes. Jeff seldom took his sunglasses off, so people rarely got to see his eyes. But Dhani always loved seeing his whenever they peaked over the top of his sunglasses.

Grieving for George wouldn't be an easy process, but Dhani could feel that things would get better with Jeff helping him. Somehow they'd get through, one day at a time.

[nartml]

i miss my little brother

[touteslesfilles]

i love this pic sm

[tuttle-did-it]

420 am thoughts… If the M*A*S*H characters were dinosaurs, which one would they all be?

Hawk- I’m trying to think of the gayest dinosaur for Hawk, but also one that could pull of severe mood swings. I’m thinking something in the pterodactyl family because of his terrible posture and lanky body parts that are often thrown around in disgust. I know, I know. They’re not really dinosaurs but archosaurs, aka the ‘ruling reptile,’ which I think it’s suitable. And it’s 420 am and this is My game so I can break the rules I’d I want to.

Radar- Maybe the Aquilops? It’s just so cute I want to cuddle it. It only weighed 3 pounds!

I’m going to attempt to go to bed, so all I can hope crazy adorable dinosaur nerds (affectionate term) and M*A*S*H obsessive (affectionate term) can help me decide on the rest of the cast.

[interstallerrr]

George today looks like he hasn't slept in days and there's something attractive about that

[kinsfaun]

Mad Day Out, 1968.

[mushiewrites]

Ok, so I'm on my lee Karl Arc rn and my knf brain is running with it. We all know Karl’s adorable ass is ticklish as hell, and with George getting increasingly more touchy he was bound to find out. I'm thinking hard about this, in their tent in Antarctica, Sapnap and Chandler went to help with Dream, poor baby, who was coughing up blood he was so sick. Karl makes a joke that they should cuddle for warmth, not expecting George to actually do it, so he flinches quite harshly when he feels George’s hands on his side. George now finding entertainment, he pulls Karl so that his side is pressed against his front and his hands, that were just resting on his side and lower ribs, spring to life and start wiggling and squeezing the oversensitive areas. Cooing in his ear, teasing that this was his idea so he shouldn't be squirming so much. Eventually he's able to turn himself to hide those spots which then prompts George to get his back which he didn't even know was ticklish. Karl learned about a few tickle spots of his that day and had to flusteredly explain his squeals and screaming to Dream when they get back

knf knf knf! i do love me some knf

karl as a ler is SO ADORABLE. his laugh, his lil comments, how teasy he is....it's all too cute. but when he's caught off guard and is tkled himself? and suddenly he's the lee? he has no idea what to do with the feeling!

george is so much more touchy than karl remembers him being (which...he was touchy before but now he's touchy), and so when he suggests they cuddle he intends it to be a joke. but suddenly he's caught by surprise when george actually pulls him in??? and since the boys are used to huddling together outside in their huge cold weather gear, george grips into karl with a bit more force than he needs. george's hands land on karl's side and his ribs and when he pulls karl towards him he squeezes, and karl lets out a small shriek before slapping his hand over his mouth to hide his little bubbly giggles from returning

george pretends not to notice but he totally does and oh my gosh, how did he forget karl was this sensitive??????? one little squeeze and the giggly idiot's shoulder was pressed into george's chest, george laying on his side while karl was on his back in georges arms

karl was caught off guard yet again when george's hands spring to life, and karl has absolutely no idea what to do. he's stuck where he is! george has him pulled tightly into his own body, squeezing and kneading and making it impossible to karl to effectively escape or grab george's hands to stop the tks. so after a few minutes of wiggling and giggling and kicking and squealing, he manages to turn himself towards george. he buries his face into the older boys neck and catches his breath through the leftover tks, thinking that its over

its only when he feels a trace of a fingertip from the bottom of his spine to the nape of his neck that he shivers with a squeak, little giggles tumbling out yet again as george fluttered all of his fingers along the sides of karl's back. karl didn't even KNOW he was tklish on his back, and he tells george this bc oh my gosh, why does this tk so much??????? and george would just hum in acknowledgement, continuing on because it was a "karl issue, not a george issue"

and having to explain to the rest of the group why there were continuous squeals and laughter coming from karl's tent???? both of the boys swore they need their jackets bc of how hot their faces were due to how embarrassed they were 😵‍💫🫠

[icbmil]

Happy Birthday George Daniel!

[lesbian-gnf-archive]

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