Told you not to eat on an empty stomach...

Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night…and this is only Thursday morning. (( Independent ask/ RP blog for the legendary Beatles drummer, Ringo Starr. This blog is semi-serious and made just for fun. Though while interacting, please bear in mind that Ringo is a real person and therefore you are expected to behave with decency and respect. )) M!A: None.

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Outofrings

(( So inspiration seems to have left me a little due to lack of drive. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t feel like I’ve settled into this fandom very well. I’ll be back soon, could be tomorrow or in a week or so. I just some leeway and a bit of time to think things over and hopefully I will find my feet!<3 ☮ & ♥ x ))

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Hello, Mr. Starr...

“Hello there, mate. Can I help ya?”

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shatterallthatmatters:

“Oh, I just saw ya here an’ wanted to say hi… My name is Vincent Perfect-Fowley.” He smiled.

“Nice t’meet ya, Vincent.” Ringo smiled and offered the man a handshake. “Is ya real name Perfect? Damn, couldn’t get a more fortunate name than that, ‘ey?”

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(managedbyepstein) : "Happy Birthday Ringo. I thought I ought to bring you your gift sooner rather than later, after all- I'm sure you heard what happened last month when Paul thought I'd forgotten his day !"

*His lips curling into a smile, Ringo released a soft chuckle at Brian’s words* Thanks! Yeah, rumor has it tha’ he burst into tears, locked himself in his room for the whole day an’ didn’t speak to you for over a week. *He joked, flashing a grin in his manager’s direction* I read it in the papers therefore it must be true.

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managedbyepstein:

“Perhaps not, perhaps not.” Brian shook his head. “Well, in any case, I’m quite glad we’re rid of him. I don’t think I could survive another visit by the esteemed Colonel!”

“Pfft. Well, if he ever thought of comin’ back, we’d tell him where to go, you can be sure of tha’!” After he had fired Eppy, kicked Ringo out the band and then threatened to scandalize them, Mr. Parker certainly didn’t sit too well with the lads, nor anyone acquainted with them who knew of the incident.

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"Are you feeling alright?"

     “Eh…” George could lie, though it’s decided against. “Not really, no.” He shakes his head, taking a seat on the sofa. “Jus’ a sore stomach, y’know.” Raspy voice and a hand resting on the belly only help support the thought further.

     “I’ll b’fine, jus’ need a moment…”

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sxurmilksea:

George took a total of two pokes from the drummer before his eyes shot open, red and staring at the other. Without moving, he muttered very softly,

“Ya poke me one more fucking time and I’ll snap that finger right off of ya.”

He just wanted to sleep. He just wanted to rest. Was that too much to ask for? The tiredness and headache pounding against his skull made the younger cranky, thus rolling over on his side with a sudden turn. Once his back faced the other, he tugged the blanket over his head, hoping to get some peace and quiet for at least five minutes. But John wouldn’t have that, would he? As he then began to yell in gibberish all over again, causing a loud whine to leave George. Please… just stop.

The drummer froze as his gaze met with what seemed to be the look of death and despite it being absolutely terrifying, he was still left to debate whether or not he should poke him just one more time.

There was hushed snickering in the room as John had another hyperactive outburst, but trying to think of poor George, Paul made an attempt to usher Lennon out the room. Meanwhile, Ringo -who was still lingering at the bedside- had concluded his debate and was now ever so slowly pressing his finger into George’s back.

[peterdennisxblandfordtownshend]

“Uh, sorry to interrupt, love, but I think I saw someone put somethin' in ya drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did ya?”

Harbor looked down at her drink as the mysterious man next to her pointed out that someone had slipped her something.  “No, dear. Thank you, oh good lord.”  she handed the drink to the bartender, who went to pour her another one.  “Thank you so much, I’m Harbor. A regular here. I haven’t seen you here before.”  she beamed, thankful that he could save her in time.  Harbor automatically owed a favor for this one.

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harborchaplan:

Harbor stood up, “I was fired… I did work at Vogue..” she looked down as Ringo sighed, but only to look back up once Ringo spoke again.  “NO! I mean.. No thank you, I don’t need any sympathy…” she sighed, before sitting back down. “I was taught not to depend on anyone…” she looked up at him, pulling her sleeves up onto her forearms near her elbows.  Harbor knew it would be chilly later.

A little startled by Harbor’s sudden response, Ringo arched a brow in questioning puzzlement as Harbor sat back down, seemingly content with her piece of pavement. “It’s not ‘sympathy’, it’s just a favor... Jeez love, y’need to accept some help once in a while. I wasn’t always rich meself, y’know.” With a smile, he offered his hand back to her.

“C’mon, you’ll freeze out ‘ere.”

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RINGOGOGOGO!!! !!! !!! !!! !!!

“What is it, Todd? You fab fellow, you!” 

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toddrundgren-interactive:

“Well go ahead, read it,” he bounced, possibly more excited to read it than Ringo, as he couldn’t remember a damn thing, except that he’d probably written it. He stepped behind him and rested his chin on his shoulder looking on, “Ringo,” the dear was crossed out, trying to sound casual, “You are the greatest drummer EVER.” ever is bolded and underlined, about six times, Todd just smiled,”I’ve tried playing some of your songs on my friend’s drums but I think I’ll stick to learning guitar for now. When I get the money I’m gonna do it for sure!” 

The rest of the letter was increasingly hastily written, going on about how good and important The Beatles until the words ran together, fighting to fit on the page. Written over the last few lines in a red, now pinkish, marker,”Please tell the band to come to Philadelphia, Love Todd <3.” “…”

As Ritchie scanned over the note, his lips slowly curled into a smile which turned into a beam as he progressed, only to release a chuckle as he got to the practically illegible section of the letter. “Aw, well aren’t you sweet? C’mere, mate.” With a grin, he hooked an arm over Todd’s shoulders and pulled him into a friendly hug. It was quite a strange feeling, knowing that he was now so close one of the millions of faces that looked up to the band during the madness of Beatlemania. “God the world is small sometimes.”

“Well, we did get to Philadelphia in the end. Were you there?”

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ves5el:

DON’T LET SOME ASSHOLE EX RUIN YOUR FAVORITE BAND OR MUSIC OR COFFEE SHOP FOR YOU. LISTEN TO AND WATCH AND HANG OUT UNTIL THEY ARE WASHED OUT OF IT DONT LET THEM TAKE THAT FROM YOU

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I'm gonna ask you something really important

Um, okay go for it

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

Rude

Sometimes the truth is rude

What kind of a truth is this

The truth about life now just give me your dog please and thank you

I won’t give you my dog she loves me

What if she loves me to ??

She loves everybody that’s not fair

……

She might love some people more tho

That’s not fair she is my dog she’s supposed to love only me

But you just said she loves everyone ???

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Ewa is mine back off

Um ‘scuse me but whose the one who got to film a sex scene with her ???

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

Excuse me but you are the one who is choosing to deceive people your name isn’t even Ringo at least I’m using my name

I wasn’t the one who started calling me Rings fyi

Yes but that doesn’t change anything

‘Scuse me it changes everything

Why do you hate me

I don’t hate you why would you even 

You seem like it

Paul rude I’m just explaining why you’re wrong 

I think you are the one who’s rude here

I’m not being rude. Wow Paul so rude

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Hello, Mr. Starr...

“Hello there, mate. Can I help ya?”

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PSA to ALL followers

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tae-indie:

Okay So if ANY OF YOU THAT I RP WITH leave to go rp else where please let me know. I dont want to throw away what we have because of internet running jerks <3 <3 Please tell me. I have Skype, Email, and Kik for a reason okay

[ohdarlingbeatles]

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lennon-off:

queenie-submarine:

When you realize you made a mistake ^

[ohdarlingbeatles]

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damon-owlbarn:

sexybeatles:

na-he-ya-ho:

The Beatles and Jimmy Nicol arrive at Sydney airport in torrential rain, June 11, 1964

george’s umbrella literally flies away and his only reaction is to dance

This is why George is the best

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I'm gonna ask you something really important

Um, okay go for it

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guesswhoitspaul:

ask-ringo-things:

guesswhoitspaul:

ask-ringo-things:

guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

Rude

Sometimes the truth is rude

What kind of a truth is this

The truth about life now just give me your dog please and thank you

I won’t give you my dog she loves me

What if she loves me to ??

She loves everybody that’s not fair

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She might love some people more tho

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Ewa is mine back off

Um ‘scuse me but whose the one who got to film a sex scene with her ???

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

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guesswhoitspaul:

Excuse me but you are the one who is choosing to deceive people your name isn’t even Ringo at least I’m using my name

I wasn’t the one who started calling me Rings fyi

Yes but that doesn’t change anything

‘Scuse me it changes everything

Why do you hate me

I don’t hate you why would you even 

You seem like it

Paul rude I’m just explaining why you’re wrong 

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"Are you feeling alright?"

     “Eh…” George could lie, though it’s decided against. “Not really, no.” He shakes his head, taking a seat on the sofa. “Jus’ a sore stomach, y’know.” Raspy voice and a hand resting on the belly only help support the thought further.

     “I’ll b’fine, jus’ need a moment…”

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sxurmilksea:

“Shut up!”

George cried, grabbing the corner of a pillow and throwing it with full might to the side of John’s head. He was ill, and with it came a throbbing headache at any sound. However, the sound of a thump – assuming it to be the side of John’s body against the floor – at least gave Harrison the slightest bit of happiness. Curling back up on another pillow, his knees neared his chest, and that’s when he felt a cold hand press to his forehead. No doubt the owner being his “big brother.”

And it was. Sadly, Paul was checking him for a fever. His eyes open before looking up just in time to see the other walk to the rest of the band. Although they spoke, he couldn’t exactly make out what was going on, shutting his eyes and trying his best to fall back asleep. After all, sleep is the best medicine.

Ringo squeaked and instinctively took cover underneath his own arms as he saw another pillow flying in his direction. Though he was probably just as happy as George when John got his comeuppance, the pillow completely throwing the guitarist off, leaving Ritchie to cackle with laughter. “Ha! That’s what ya get!”

Though when Paul, ever the sensible one, rejoined the group to inform them of their bandmate’s fever, the drummer frowned and was soon at the side of George’s bed, gently prodding him with his forefinger.

“Geeeeeorge? You alive?”