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my other platforms lol ;;
The Beatles didn’t fit any known categories. My first impression was… how could somebody possibly create such music? The Beatles were different because they looked within themselves. They were singing to each other. Resonating to each other. Empathizing with each other. It felt like they, themselves, were in search of something. I’ve never seen any team like them. I think it was one of those things that happens in history once in 100 or 200 years. One thing I can say is that people are lonely, but when people do connect like they did, there’s joy, happiness, and satisfaction. It’s a miracle, I think. – Shimpei Asai, Beatles photographer
HIS EYES ARE SO BEAUTIFULꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡
Help! (1965) dir. Richard Lester
I THINK THEY ROLLED UP THE WRONG MYSTERY TOUR GUYS
duolingo:
my brainrot:
*say goodnight John*
Bear with me:
When the Beatles arrived in Paris in January 1964, they stayed at the George V hotel.
John and Paul composed 3 songs there. One of them was "If I Fell".
Fast-forward to 1970s: John is writing a book called "Skywriting by Word of Mouth". One of the stories was about his hookup with a woman, but really with a man, as you can tell from the wording. John and the other person make love at… the George V hotel.
What are some Beatle theories y'all actually believe?
an assortment of polish beatles-related posters i could find!
A Hard Day’s Night, Waldemar Swierzy (1965) / A Hard Day’s Night, Unknown, (1965, as it looks to be a poster used by polish movie theatres to dictate individual showtimes) / Help!, Eryk Lipinski (1967) / Yellow Submarine, Zygmunt Bobrowski (1970) / Unknown, Waldemar Swierzy (1978) / Yellow Submarine, Waldemar Swierzy (2009)
BONUS: VERY STRANGE poster from 1985 by Waldemar Swierzy. i wish i knew the context.
Good animation 👍
I made an animation about paul after the beatles plant, or as I imagined it💔🥹
Just between us I remember it all too well
McLennon wallpaper anyone? 💁♀️
The Beatles' Search History 🪲 (pt 4)
I will never shut up about the sled
The Beatles' Search History 🪲 (pt 3)
I literally cannot with how John & Paul look at each other. No wonder George is depressed -- I would be too!
The Beatles' Search History 🪲 (pt 2)
I'm with Ringo on this one
George’s Search History 🫥 (pt 3)
The only reason I’ll go onto that roof is to thr0w myself off of it
George’s Search History 🫠 (pt 2)
no amount of meditation can protect him from their lunacy
George’s Search History 😑 (pt 1)
define pisces man
John’s Search History 😏 (pt 2)
Ringo X Touch Starved!Reader
(calling my touch-starved Ritchie enjoyers !! headcanons + drabble requested by anon 🌟 hope this is just what you needed ✨️)
Ringo is incredibly aware of how touch-starved you are
he makes it a point to offer small, comforting touches whenever and wherever he can
whether it's a soothing hand on your back or a gentle caress of your cheek, he always makes sure you know how much he loves and cares for you
he loves to hold you close when you're together, often resting his head on your shoulder while he presses his chest against your back, the warmth and closeness providing you comfort
Ringo finds these quiet moments of innocent physical intimacy deeply satisfying and sees them as essential to your bond
he loves to surprise you with spontaneous displays of affection, like a quick kiss on the forehead or a lingering hug, especially after a long day
above all, he needs you to know that he's attuned to your feelings and would do anything to see you happy and calm
☆☆☆
It was a lazy Sunday for you and Ringo.
Your shared kitchen was already awake with the scent of fresh coffee and the soft hum of morning activity, gentle rays of sunlight peering through the sheer curtains.
Ringo stood by the counter, preparing breakfast for two with an easy grace. You, still half-asleep, wandered in and leaned against the doorframe. Your eyelids were heavy, but your expression hopeful as you caught a whiff of fresh pancakes.
Ringo glanced over his shoulder, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Come here."
Without hesitation, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You sighed, burying your face in his chest as he cradled you to him.
"I missed you," you murmured, your voice muffled but sincere.
Ringo's embrace tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.
"I'm right here," he said softly. "Always."
He guided you to the kitchen table, gently seating you in a chair and placing a steaming mug of tea in front of you. You thanked him with a grateful smile.
He then returned to his work, effortlessly assembling you both a plate stacked with pancakes, syrup and all. He presented yours to you and sat with his own before reaching across the table, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Let me know if you need anything," he said, his eyes tender and attentive.
You smiled, your heart full. "Just you, Ritchie."
Ringo's eyes twinkled with affection, and he reached out to brush a thumb across your knuckles.
"Then you've got all you need."
Ringo X AuDHD!Reader
(another request fill!! I hope this one doesn't read as too generic as i spent a lot of time on it and did my research, and please note there may be overlaps with the previous post due to the nature of the prompt 💞 I do not have ADHD nor (diagnosed) autism so as always, please let me know if any of my writing comes off as insensitive or offensive !! please enjoy these headcanons + short drabble ✨️)
known for his kind and gentle demeanor, Ringo takes on a deep sense of understanding and patience within your relationship
he is curious and eager to learn, taking the time to educate himself and to become familiar with your unique needs and experiences
you enjoy learning from one another; Ringo gaining insights into your experiences with autism and ADHD, and you hearing about his life in the limelight
understanding the importance of routine, Ringo would be supportive and accommodating
he would enjoy establishing routines and schedules with you, trying his best to create a sense of stability in your lives despite his own struggles with ADHD
he tries to keep things structured and predictable to reduce your feelings of anxiety
however, this doesn't mean he won't understand the importance of flexibility
with his easygoing nature, Ringo is always happy to modify plans and apparently to the changing needs and rhythms of his partner, approaching these situations with patience and understanding
he finds joy in helping you plan your day-to-day activities, taking care to ensure transitions are smooth and anticipated
Ringo is very attentive to your sensory needs and sensitivities, taking steps to create a calming, sensory-friendly environment when you are together
he may adjust lighting, reduce noise levels, or provide sensory tools according to your preferences
he loves to gift you sensory toys he thinks you'd make use of, nearly unable to contain his excitement when he finds one that pertains to your special interests
Ringo learns and navigates your triggers and preferences regarding touch, sound, and environments, ensuring both outings and home settings provide you with a sense of security and comfort
he understands that you may prefer quieter, more intimate settings over crowded or noisy ones, respecting your feelings and planning accordingly
Ringo always makes it known that he respects your autonomy and boundaries
he recognizes when you need space or time alone to recharge, supporting your self-care routines and never taking any offense
he values clear and direct communication within your relationship
over time, Ringo learns to interpret your nonverbal cues and respects your desire for explicit communication, aiming to avoid misunderstandings
he does not, has never, and will never judge you for stimming or performing self-soothing behaviors, instead finding them endearing and cute
despite his fondness for your self-regulating rituals, he never infantilizes you or talks down to you, recognizing (like any rational person with critical thinking skills should) that you are your own grown, unique individual
Ringo will always take time out of his busy days to listen to you infodump and ramble about your latest hyperfixations, asking curious questions and showing genuine interest in everything you share with him
he finds great joy in diving deep into these topics with you, creating a strong connection through mutual passion
Ringo provides consistent and unconditional support, understanding that managing your ADHD and navigating your autism can sometimes be emotionally draining
he listens actively, offers reassurance, and learns how best to comfort you during challenging or overwhelming moments
he recognizes the effort and perseverance it may take for you to navigate daily life and expresses genuine pride in each and every one of your accomplishments
Ringo uses his platform wisely to promote and bolster understanding, supporting organizations and initiatives that foster awareness and acceptance
above all, your relationship is built on love, acceptance, and mutual respect
you celebrate one another's unique traits and way of seeing the world, using these qualities to deepen and strengthen your bond
Ringo envisions a future with you full of love and understanding
the two of you talk freely about your dreams, aspirations, and what you can do to support each other in achieving your goals while embracing your neurodiverse identities
☆☆☆
(IF YOU ARE MUSICALLY INCLINED/INTERESTED)
Ringo watched with intrigue as you entered the bustling studio, your movements quick and purposeful
the way you meticulously arranged your notes and adjusted your headphones caught his attention, a smile forming on his lips
Hey there he greeted warmly, setting down his drumsticks.
What's on your mind today, love?
you looked up, your eyes bright with excitement as you launched into a detailed explanation of a new rhythm you'd been experimenting with
Ringo listened intently, nodding along as you described the intricate patterns and variations
That's brilliant! he exclaimed, his admiration clear
You've got a knack for rhythm that's just extraordinary
you grinned back, feeling a rush of validation
with Ringo, you didn't have to explain or apologize for your intense focus or sudden shifts in topic
he embraced your enthusiasm, encouraging you to explore and create without constraints
as you continued to discuss music and share ideas, Ringo marveled at your unique perspective, finding inspiration in your boundless creativity and passion
☆☆☆
(IF YOU'RE NOT PARTICULARLY MUSICALLY INCLINED/INTERESTED)
Ringo glanced up from his drum kit as you entered the studio, a smile spreading across his face
he noticed the way you moved with a rhythm uniquely your own, your attention shifting from one detail to another with an intensity that fascinated him
Hey there, love Ringo called out, setting his drumsticks aside
How was your morning?
you shuffled closer, your eyes bright with excitement as you shared your latest discovery
Ringo listened intently, captivated by your enthusiasm and the way your words painted vivid pictures in his mind
You always find the coolest things he mused, reaching out to gently squeeze your hand
You make every day an adventure, you know that?
you beamed at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest
your thoughts lingered on how Ringo understood you in a way few others did, cherishing and embracing every aspect of your unique perspective
Your Beatle BFF Based On Your Beatle BF✌
(hello, everyone! :) sorry I haven't been posting much- a lot of my time has been taken up by family health and financial problems :/ however, that doesn't mean I've abandoned this blog!! posts may still be slower for the next while, but I'll try my best to stay active 🌟 thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your support ♡ it means the world to me 🌌)
Paul:
George
getting into a relationship with Paul was one of the best decisions of your life
you two are compatible, get along well, and are very happy with one another
you love Paul more than anyone else in your life- of course you do, he's your boyfriend after all
that being said.. we all know that he can be quite the drama queen
sometimes, when he gets a bit too huffy and prissy, you just feel the need to get away and relax drama-free...
that's where George comes in!
when those off days occur or you just need some mindless respite, George will always invite you to spend the afternoon with him-
chilling out on the couch, binge watching whatever new series he's been blabbing to you about, pigging out on every snack imaginable
after enough of these hangout sessions, you two have formed a strong bond and know things about one other that you wouldn't share with any of the other lads
you know you can always turn to George for honest advice, or even just for a midday movie marathon
he's become sort of a sweet, mellow older brother to you, and never hesistates to protect or defend you
John:
Ringo
you adore your boyfriend John and couldn't imagine spending your life with anyone else
however, it's fairly obvious that he can be.. overbearing a lot of the time, to put it nicely
when you and John have gotten into a squabble, he's had an outburst, or his jealous ways have gotten to you, you turn to your best friend Ringo to talk it out
he's an amazing listener and offers advice neither you nor John could have thought of, blinded by your frustration with one another
you, of course, assure Ringo that you'd return the favor if ever he needs a shoulder to cry on
he's also great at cheering you up and cooling you down after even the most heated of arguments
he'll spout off his trademark nonsense sentences just to take your mind off of your troubles and put a smile on your face
you two often play board games and card games together, along with some light chatter and many, many jokes and outlandish statements from Ringo
he never fails to lighten your mood, pick you up when you're down, and supply you with (more than) a few good laughs
George:
Paul
as head-over-heels as you are for your boyfriend George, he really loves his sleep
and I mean really- he'll sleep for 12 hours on some nights and still proceed to take a midday nap after inhaling his lunch
as frustrating as this can get sometimes, you've grown accustomed to it
a big help in dealing with George's... unconventional sleeping habits has been your ever-growing friendship with Paul
whenever George decides he's going to sleep half of the day away, you'll wander over to Paul's place or he'll come pick you up for a day of fun and laughter together
on some occasions, Paul will drive you into the city and you'll spend the day window shopping together
others will start and end with the two of you locked in an intense game of Go Fish, records playing softly in the background, the music drowned out by your lighthearted discourse
though George can get jealous of your close bond with Paul, he understands why you spend so much time with him, and he's secure in the knowledge that neither of you would ever betray his trust
Ringo:
John
as much as you adore Ringo's humorous and compassionate nature- after all, that's one of the main reasons you chose him to be your partner- sometimes you want to be a bit cheeky and exchange a dirty joke or two
it's not that Ringo is completely pure and innocent; your raunchier jokes just tend to fly right over his head and he can't quite play off of them like John can
whenever you catch John standing around, tuning his guitar or having a smoke, you often tease and poke fun with one another in a way you can't with Ringo
John can keep a joke or conversation going like no other, and so his witty banter with you has become a common occurence
eventually you two began hanging out together casually:
listening to him jam out and generate ideas for new songs, watching a comedy movie together-
one time even baking banana bread with one another, which you proceeded to share with Ringo
(though he'd die before he admitted it aloud to anyone else, John enjoys cooking and is quite the baker)
you and John have forged a close bond and he feels protective of you now, as if you're the little sibling he never had growing up
Ringo X Fem!Reader- "Shower Head"
(thank you to @marmaladeskies67 for requesting this! they wanted a sweet + smutty Ringo fic, possibly something in the shower ;) it ended up far longer than I originally intended- hope you enjoy nonetheless! 💕)
⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️!!!VERY NSFW!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
DISCLAIMERS:
this is my first full smut fic, so please be kind! :)
the words "c!nt" and "c!ck" are used quite a few times- if this makes you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to read any further
(this fic starts where my last imagine left off, except in this scenario you're getting ready to shower instead of bathe)
You grin smugly at him and reply: "How about now?"
Ringo suddenly regains his confidence and smirks- he steps back into the room and closes the door, locking it behind him. "In that case..." he says, unbuttoning his shirt: "I'll join you." He looks into your eyes as he unfastens each button one by one and shrugs his shirt off, tossing it onto the bathroom counter. Ringo steps closer to you and places a hand on either side of your face, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss. You're both out of breath by the time Ringo pulls away; his cheeks are flushed pink, his full lips are parted and his eyes are half-lidded, gazing longingly at you.
When Ringo steps back you take the opportunity to drop your towel, letting it slide down the hills and valleys of your body and fall to the floor as you maintain eye contact with him. His azure eyes widen and he looks you up and down slowly. Ringo stares at you in awe, mouth slightly agape as he takes his time to admire your physique. "You are... absolutely stunning, Y/N. I'm so damn lucky to have you," he tells you breathlessly, then grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for yet another snog. You don't think you'll ever get enough of the feeling- his plush lips against yours, the taste of him, the sensuality of his movements... it's heaven on Earth. Ringo licks your bottom lip softly and you part your lips for him. Your tongues dance with one another- not fighting for dominance, but tangling together in perfect harmony. When he steps back once more, there's a string of saliva connecting your lips; Ringo gently wipes it away with the back of his hand.
His eyes find yours, a sort of hunger behind them as he runs his hand down his chest, over his stomach, past his 'happy trail,' and to his belt buckle. He unfastens the belt and pulls it through each loop painfully slowly before unbuttoning his pants and zipping down his fly. Ringo pulls his jeans down, steps out of them, and tosses them aside: "How about you get rid of my boxers for me, darling?" Ringo asks, his voice husky and dripping with seduction.
You nod and kneel obediently, taking one side of the waistband in your teeth and hooking your index finger into the other. As you pull Ringo's boxers down his erection springs free and nearly slaps your cheek. You gaze eagerly at it- thick and hard and veiny, and practically begging for your touch- and wrap your hand around the base. Ringo shivers at your touch and you give the head a kitten lick, earning a groan from the man. As you take his length into your mouth he leans his head back, the heat and wetness overwhelming his nerves. Ringo's hands tangle themselves in your hair and you bob your head back and forth, pleasuring him at a leisurely pace. Not even a full minute passes before he speaks up: "C-Careful, love," he gasps out between moans, "'M close... but I wanna- mmh- finish in yer cunt."
Ringo slides out of your mouth and you stand up, pulling the shower curtain aside. Your boyfriend steps out of his boxers and follows you into the shower; to the surprise of you both the water still runs hot, cascading down your bodies as he positions himself behind you. Ringo presses himself flush against you and you can feel his erection poking your backside. "I think it's your turn now, sweetheart," he growls in your ear, sending waves of arousal rippling throughout your body. You feel how rough and calloused his fingertips are as he slides his hands over and down the soft skin of your stomach. You spread your thighs wider and Ringo slips a hand between your legs.
You feel two thick fingers stroke your lips, and you whine as Ringo circles your clit teasingly. He chuckles softly: "So needy already?" he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Despite knowing that his question was rhetorical, you respond with a nod: "Only for you, Ritchie~" "Good girl," he purrs and slips a finger into you, pumping it slowly in and out. You whimper and moan Ringo's name, arching your back against him and letting your head lull back onto his shoulder. His pace quickens and he slides another bulky digit inside of you, his thumb reaching up to play with your clit. "Ahh- Fuck, Ritchie," you cry out as Ringo pleasures you with his adept fingers. "That's it, love- just relax," he says, his fingers fucking you faster as his thumb circles your swollen clit. You whine once more and clench around his fingers, your nerves going crazy from the stimulation- you're unable to keep your knees from buckling, and you fall back into Ringo's strong arms as he holds you up. He keeps a steady rhythm (being a drummer, he's exceptionally good at doing so) as you gasp for air, soft moans escaping your lips and sending warm blood rushing to Ringo's hard cock. "F-Fuck," you pant, "I'm close." "It's okay darling, let go- cum for me," his husky voice edges you on and suddenly you're electric- the feeling of his fingers stroking you inside and out is so much, too much, and you're pushed to your climax. You cry out Ringo's name as your body shakes and quivers, your toes curling and your legs now giving out completely as he holds you upright.
When you can finally stand on your own again (albeit still trembling), Ringo slides his fingers out of you and brings them to his lips, sucking on them and savoring what the water hasn't managed to rinse off. "You taste so good, baby" he hums; "Seems like we've got more than enough lube now, eh?" he chuckles as you catch your breath. You turn around to face Ringo and the two of you share a sloppy, desperate open-mouthed kiss.
"I want you, Ritchie," you tell him, your voice low and lustful. "Oh, yeah?" he lifts you up and pins you against the tiled shower wall. "Your arse in that pretty little skirt's kept me 'ard all day, sweetheart," he growls beside your ear. Ringo trails soft kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving occasional love bites on your sensitive skin. You buck your hips into him and whine: "Ritchie, quit teasing!" "All right, all right," he chuckles at your frustration; "So eager for me." "Just for you," you purr. "Is that so?" he gives you a cheeky grin and lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick cunt. "Uh-huh," you nod enthusiastically, breasts bouncing with each vigorous movement. Ringo looks into your eyes, his own glazed over with lust and want and need for you: "Are you ready, love?" he asks tenderly. "Yes, Ritchie, please," you plead, and with your permission he slides his length into you, stilling when he's buried himself all the way into your cunt.
You whimper at the feeling of being stretched and filled by Ringo and you tighten your hold on his shoulders, gripping them until your knuckles turn ghost-white. He pulls back until just his tip is inside of you, stalling for only a moment before slamming back into you and repeating the motion. Ringo fucks you at an excruciatingly slow pace, speeding up only when you begin to grind against him, begging for some more friction. Ringo groans as he quickens his pace, the filthy sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing throughout the small room. "Fuck, Y/N.. you're so tight and hot, and- mmh- so wet for me," Ringo growls into your ear as your moans grow louder by the second. "Mm.. ahh.. Ritchie!" you whine as he drills you into the shower wall, the feeling of his cock filling you up so satisfying that you're nearing another orgasm already. Ringo grunts and moans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approaches his climax. "Mmh, Y/N, I'm so close.." Ringo reaches a hand between your legs and rubs sloppy circles on your sensitive clit. You gasp his name and buck your hips instinctively. "Ahh- fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum," Ringo buries himself deep in you and cries out your name as he spills his load inside of you. The warmth of his cum and the stimulation of his fingers teasing you pushes you over the edge and you follow close behind him, moaning Ringo's name as you reach your high once more. He thrusts lazily into you as you ride out your second orgasm.
You collapse against Ringo's chest and he holds you as you heave, exasperated, your combined sweat rinsed off and washed away by the flowing water- which runs cold now, but you two are more than warm enough. When you've summoned up enough strength to stand, Ringo sets you down and gazes breathlessly into your eyes. "That was so.. fucking... good," he pants out. "I love you, Y/N." You look up at him with tired eyes, a satisfied grin on your face: "I love you too, Ritchie." He pulls you close and holds you in a sweet embrace, the water cascading down over your bodies as you relish each other's presence. You stay like that for what seems like (and may be) minutes before Ringo pulls away and speaks: "Guess we'd better get you cleaned up" ♡
They Walk In On You Changing/Naked ;)
⚠️⚠️⚠️IMPLIED NSFW⚠️⚠️⚠️
Paul:
it's your birthday today and Paul is taking you out to a nice, upscale restaurant to celebrate
he arrives at your house to pick you up, looking dapper in his suit and tie
you unlock the door and he greets you with birthday wishes and a kiss on the cheek, before asking why you're still in your pajamas
you're quick to apologize, explaining that you're still in the process of choosing the perfect outfit:
"I've never been to a restaurant this fancy, I want to look nice!"
"You always impress no matter the clothes, darling~"
you roll your eyes and swat him playfully on the arm before guiding him to your sofa; you pat the plush loveseat and tell Paul he can sit and wait for you there if he'd like
you head back into your room and rummage through the closet for a while longer, laying some options out on the bed and taking your time to deliberate
when you've finally made your selection, you hang the rest of the clothes neatly in your closet and begin to undress
you're just about to put the outfit on when Paul grows impatient and decides to barge in, assuming you to be dressed by now
"Are you ready yet, lo-" he pauses briefly at the sight of you dressed only in your undergarments, before recovering his confidence and smirking at you:
"Ohh, I see- so you'd rather it be THAT kind of date then, hm? Fine by me," he says with a cheeky wink
by now you'd already snatched the duvet off of the bed and covered yourself up for the sake of modesty
you scold Paul, telling him to knock next time and that you're (obviously) still getting dressed
he rolls his eyes and grins:
"Alright, alright, but just so ye know- it's nothing of yours I haven't seen before ;)" he says, and leaves before you can even respond
you're left red-faced and flustered, and take a moment to compose yourself before getting dressed and heading out to meet him
John:
you're beyond ready to treat yourself with a hot shower after a long, stressful day
you've got everything set up- body lotion on the bathroom counter, a plush towel fresh out of the dryer, and a clean set of PJs neatly folded and ready to be worn
you walk over to the shower and turn the tap on nearly as hot as it can go, the steam from the scalding water already fogging up the mirror
you've put so much effort into prepping for your evening of self-care that, unbeknownst to you, you've neglected to lock the bathroom door
you peel off your dirty clothes, looking forward to feeling the warm water cascade down your body and relax your tense muscles
you've stripped completely nude and are about to step into the shower when John suddenly barges in to pee, assuming you're already showering by now
"How's your showe-" he begins to shout over the running water before realizing that you aren't, in fact, behind the curtain
you squeal, blush, and snatch the towel off of the rack to cover yourself
John wolf whistles and looks you up and down slowly
"JOHN!! Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock??"
"What? It ain't my fault nobody taught YOU how to lock the door..." he says, his gaze wandering everywhere but your eyes as he bites his bottom lip seductively
"Well it's about time you learned," you scold him, "Now get out!!"
"Why?" he asks nonchalantly, finally making eye contact
"Why?? I'm taking a shower, that's why!" you shout, face red from both anger and embarrassment
John waggles his eyebrows at you and asks cheekily: "Can I join?~"
"Fuck off, Lennon!!" you yell, and chuck a half-empty shampoo bottle at him
he steals one last lustful glance before hauling ass out the door
George:
you're relaxing in bed with a book, winding down after a long and stressful day
you finish yet another chapter and finally decide that you've done enough reading for tonight, closing your book and glancing out the window
oh shit, it's already pitch black outside.. must be late, you think to yourself, and check the clock on the wall to confirm your suspicions:
yep, 11:30 already- I'd better get to sleep soon...Geo's probably already brushing his teeth by now
you manage to drag yourself out of bed and make your way to your dresser, rummaging through one of the drawers in search of some comfy pajamas
once you've chosen your sleepwear for the night, you lay the outfit out on top of the bed and begin to remove your clothes
you strip down to your undergarments and grab your PJ pants off the bed, when suddenly George bursts in:
"Hello, doll- just here for my hairbr-" he begins to say, but stops abruptly when he catches sight of you in nothing but your underwear
"Woahh.." George smirks as he looks you up and down
"Geo!!" you squeal, holding the pajama pants up in front of you for some semblance of modesty; "Knock much?? you say sarcastically
"My bad, darling- I was under the impression we had an open-door policy," he says and snatches his hairbrush off of the dresser
George steals another glimpse of you and lets out a low whistle: "Sure you want to go to sleep just yet, love? ;)"
"YES. Now, shoo!" He chuckles and backs out the door, finally granting you some privacy
alone in your shared bedroom, you scoff in distaste at George's words- but the crimson blush burning your cheeks betrays you
Ringo:
you're elated to finally have an opporunity to relax, unwind, and treat yourself after a long and trying day
you've drawn yourself a nice, warm bath and even added some fragrant bubble soap this time
you swish the water with your hand and watch as foamy bubbles form on the surface, entertaining yourself as you wait for the tub to fill up
it seems you were so caught up in prepping for your evening of self-care that, unbeknownst to you, you'd forgotten to lock the bathroom door
all day you've been looking forward to reclining in the warm, soapy water and allowing it to melt your stress away
you remove all of your clothes and toss them aside, ready to step into the bathtub
unfortunately Ringo's knocking goes unheard by you, drowned out by the roar of the running faucet
when you don't respond after a good while, he decides to open the door and step inside
"Ritchie!!" you gasp and snatch the towel off of its rack, quickly wrapping it around yourself
Ringo stares at you with wide eyes, his face already turning bright red:
"Sorry, sorry!! I knocked, but you must not have... heard..." he trails off, looking you up and down in awe
you chuckle at his reaction, and you swear you can spot the outline of an erection in his trousers: "It's okay, love- I understand."
"Well.. um, just so ye know, I think you're gorgeous.. proper sex- BEAUTIFUL, you are.. I mean- sorry, you're- I think you're-" he stammers and you cut him off with a giggle:
"Thank you, Ritchie- can I take my bath now?"
Ringo shakes his head to snap himself out of his stupor:
"Right, of course, sorry again.." he begins to back out the door, but speaks up once more
"Maybe we can take one together next time..?" he asks nervously
you grin smugly at him and reply: "How about now?"
George Harrison X Reader- Angel Hair 💜
(my dear friend @shady70smusic requested this gem! 💕 they wanted a George X Reader where the reader gets a pixie cut/short haircut and is nervous to show George, but he's supportive and fluff ensues 🌟 hope you enjoy!)
⚠️⚠️⚠️ NOT time-accurate to the 60s or 70s/Modern!AU ⚠️⚠️⚠️
Angel Hair
Today's the day, I suppose- you thought to yourself, looking down at your phone and reading over the text George has sent you: hello darling ;) it's been too long! how about i come pay you a visit? i'll bring some food for us to share- my treat <3
You'd normally be delighted to receive such a text from your boyfriend- however, it's been nearly a week since you got your new haircut and you just haven't been able to bring yourself to show him. You're very pleased with how it came out- just the right length, with just enough character- but it is quite a lot shorter than you tend to go for, you've gotta admit. And definitely much shorter than George is expecting to see.
In the six days since you left the salon you've (successfully) avoided George, excusing your distance by telling him you're swamped with extra work this week. He's bought it thus far, but you can't keep the act up forever- you know you have to rip off the band-aid eventually. You just can't seem to shake the nervous churning in the pit of your stomach when you even begin to imagine showing him your new 'do. George adores your hair- he's always running his fingers through it or twirling it playfully, admiring its color and silk-like softness. You're happy with your new haircut, but you can't help but fear your boyfriend's reaction. What if he doesn't like my hair anymore? you ponder: Or worse- what if he doesn't like me anymore?? Panic sets in and you're practically hyperventilating, trying to calm yourself enough to respond to his message.
You shift your focus to your breathing, giving your all to steady it and slow its pace. Geo loves me, you remind yourself; That isn't going to change because of something so trivial, you rationalize. After taking another minute to gather yourself you grab your phone, input your password, and open it to see George's message yet again. You think for a moment before typing out a response and reading it over for errors: sounds great, Geo :) can't wait! i've missed you, my love <3
You inhale a long, shaky breath and press 'send' on the text, locking your phone and setting it back down on your bed.
While waiting on your boyfriend, you spend what feels like hours in the bathroom mirror- brushing your hair, attempting to style it, making it look just right for a good first impression.
George has always been a laid-back guy, but you just aren't sure how he'd react to something like this- it's a pretty drastic change, after all. You're combing your hair madly, fussing with your fringe in desperation to make it look the way it did before. Even though you know nothing you can do now will bring back its length, you still try everything- anything to avoid facing George's reaction.
You're so caught up in your anguish that you fail to notice George's knocking on your front door. He waits patiently outside; when he still doesn't hear a response from you after a few long moments, he decides to let himself in.
"Y/N..? I'm here, love!" he calls out, waltzing in the door. He's clutching three paper bags in his hands, each containing food from your favorite drive-thru joint: one bag for you and two for him (you know how Geo feels about food). You pause and drop your comb onto the bathroom counter, panic seizing your body and mind. Oh shit, is all you can manage to think before you're practically sprinting to your bedroom, shutting your door as fast as humanly possible and locking it behind you. "Just a sec, Geo!" you shout back, hoping it's enough to keep him from searching for you.
Alone in your room you pace back and forth, struggling to talk yourself into going out there and revealing your new look to George. Oh, God... he's already here! How am I gonna do this? you ask yourself, scrambling to come up with some kind of solution or excuse to keep him from seeing you. I could tell him I suddenly came down with a cold and don't want to get him sick.. or better yet, crawl out the window and escape! He can't see me if I just run away... You entertain the idea for a few seconds, but you know better: Who am I kidding? He'd never fall for that.. and he doesn't deserve to be lied to, either- no more than I've already done this week..
The realization sinks in that your only option is to march straight out there and show him- now it's just a matter of working up the courage. Come on, it's Geo we're talking about- he'd never leave me, not over something like this, you reassure yourself.
He's my boyfriend, for crying out loud- he loves me, regardless of shallow shit like looks! you seem to remember. George thinks I look great no matter what I do with my hair... yeah! I can do this! you think, striding over to your bed and grasping your phone to take with you.
As you lift it from the pillow, a notification catches your eye- it's from George.
How did I miss this..? you wonder, before remembering you'd ditched your phone in favor of fussing with your hair in the bathroom mirror. You drag the notification menu down to expand the message- it reads:
i've missed you too, love <3 been lonely without you this week :/ i'm so happy you found some time to spend with your loving bf :P
You're instantly torn from your train of thought as you finish reading the text, a smile making its way across your face: What the hell am I even nervous for? Geo only cares that he gets to see me- and I'll make sure he gets a good, long look! you open the door and make your way to the dining room with determination, George's message granting you all the confidence you needed.
You reach the end of the hallway to discover George sitting at your dining table, already stuffing his face- and clearly enjoying himself (that man and his food..).
"Ahem," you clear your throat audibly to get his attention. George looks up from his meal and opens his (full) mouth to greet you, but stops in his tracks as he catches sight of your new look. Your boyfriend's eyes widen to the size of saucers as he takes in your appearance, slowly swallowing his mouthful of food and gazing at you in awe.
You smile timidly: "Well.. what do you think?"
George stands swiftly and nearly knocks his chair to the ground, immediately approaching you and engulfing you in a hug. You breathe in his scent and savor the feeling of his body against yours, having missed your love dearly. When George pulls back his wolf-toothed grin is wider than you've ever seen it, eyes sparkling with admiration. "Your hair looks incredible!" he exclaims, looking you over once more. "Can.. can I touch it?" he asks. "Of course, silly!" you chuckle, and you feel his thick fingers run through it- the sensation familiar, but a bit different now. "It's shorter than you usually go for, but I really like it- honest!" says George beaming, his large hand ruffling your hair affectionately. "Really? I was so nervous to show you.."
"Nervous?" he asks, incredulous; "I can't imagine why! I mean- I love your hair no matter what you do with it, but it really suits you," he tells you earnestly, finally shifting his gaze from the top of your head down to your eyes. "Thank you, Geo- that means so much to me," you say, relieved. "Of course, darling. I'm thankful to see you at all, but this is.. wow," your eye contact is short-lived as George goes back to admiring your new haircut, once again running his hands through the short locks. You grin and close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his touch. At long last, you're able to enjoy the rest of your evening with the love of your life ♡
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!" ♡