Bunk12bear

29 arro ace autistic (half) Jewish mostly political and fandom stuff

[summer-starship]

fuck i know the Stratt vs. Intellectual Property scene is kind of played for gags but the line "We're giving them everything" is hitting me like crazy in conjunction with the movie's lucky quilt like. it's going to be scary out there and we can't give you much but we can give you this. it's all we have. it's everything we have. good luck. we love you

[bunk12bear]

Don't forget in the book the nanny bot was programmed to make coffee exactly the way each of the astronauts like it, this fucking story man

[existingtm]

WHY IS EARRING MAGIC KEN IN TODAY'S CONNECTIONS

[bunk12bear]

I was like no way when I put them in and then it really was that, amazing.

[justcallmemrslupin]

Why the Marauders Fandom Is Getting So Much Hate

Alright, listen up, because this needs saying loud and clear. The Marauders fandom (yeah, that fandom again) is currently swimming in a sea of backlash online (even on YouTube), and before anyone asks “Why?” here’s the tea, served hot and strong.

1. They don’t just interpret canon; they rewrite it.

Marauders fans often take the most complex, nuanced characters in the entire Harry Potter universe and flatten them into one-dimensional stereotypes that fit their ships and headcanons. Remus Lupin, a deeply layered heroic figure who battles prejudice and controls his curse with dignity? Nope. In some fanfics, he’s a ticking time bomb or a reckless drug addict. That’s not just a stretch, that’s canon desecration.

2. The obsession with “W"lfstar” (the Ship Which Must Not Be Named).

I get it, fanfiction is fun, but the Marauders fandom pushes this particular ship like it’s gospel truth, even when canon tells us otherwise. Sirius was never in love with Remus; his heart belonged elsewhere (to James and family) and Remus only loved once (Tonks). Yet they flood comments on official HP accounts, David Thewlis’ Instagram, even Pinterest posts, demanding canon confirmation. It’s not passion; it’s harassment. And if you call it out? Suddenly you’re the problem.

3. They erase canon representation to fit their narrative.

JK Rowling gave us a canon adjacent aroace-coded Remus, a canonically gay Dumbledore, a canon Sirius obsessed with James, and even subtle bi subtext for other characters (Dean and Seamus anyone?). But the Marauders fandom? They’ll happily erase or twist this to fit their shipping wars or to “be more inclusive”, which ironically means erasing true canon-adjacent representation. Spoiler: That’s not how inclusivity works.

4. Toxic fandom behaviours: entitlement, gatekeeping, harassment.

Ask anyone outside the Marauders fandom why they avoid it; they’ll tell you about the aggressive fanwars, the relentless pushing of headcanons as facts, and the nasty comments aimed at anyone who dares to love canon or ships differently. It’s exhausting and honestly, it’s given the fandom a well-earned reputation.

5. They claim to hate JKR but obsess over her characters.

There’s this weird contradiction where Marauders fans say they hate the author and canon, yet they can’t stop policing every single detail about the characters she created. They flood every HP space with their versions and don’t leave room for anyone else’s interpretation, especially if it’s canon-friendly.

And here’s the kicker: When people say, “Not all of us are like that,” sure. But here’s a Portuguese saying that fits perfectly: “If you hang out with pigs, you’ll eat scraps." So, choose your company wisely.

So, if you’re tired of marauder mania invading your feeds, remember:

• You can love canon without feeling guilty.

• You don’t have to buy into fanon disguised as fact.

• It’s okay to block, mute, or walk away.

• And above all, respect other people’s headcanons without erasing canon or harassing fans who don’t agree.

Stay safe, stay sane, and may the true Lupin gospel spread far and wide.😅 🐺✨

[bunk12bear]

Yes thank you so much for this, what's the point of having a subset of your fandom based almost entirely around fannon if you're going to turn around and treat only one interpretation as correct. Like it's fine to have head cannons and delve into the non-canon in FanFictions, that's half the fun of fanfic what drives me not just the way that Marauders fans act like their fannon is 100% Canon. No Amanda drawn on Converse are not"Marlene McKinnon coded" because the only thing we know about Marlene McKinnon in Cannon is her name, the fact that she was part of the order and the fact that she and her entire family were murdered in the first war, it's fine if you have a specific interpretation of her but it's not canon and I need you to know that

[ariadne-mouse]

me, unloading a fitted sheet from the dryer: *squinting* what's that you've got in your mouth

fitted sheet: nothing :)))))))

me, prying open its twisted jaws: na-ah!!! give it to me RIGHT now!!

fitted sheet: *resentfully spits out a wad of 3 very damp dishtowels, a pillowcase, and a pathetically sodden washcloth*

[steakosaur]

[bunk12bear]

Title: The Devil Cries

Fandom: Stanger things

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, background Chrissy Cunningham/Robin Buckley

Premise: Ozzy Osbourne it's always been one of Eddie's biggest heroes so the Prince of darkness' death hits him hard.aka not nearly enough people were writing about any reacting to Ozzy Osbourne's death and I had to rectify that

Tropes: Rockstar Eddie Munson, eddie lives au, texting

Author's note: okay well first of all while I do like a lot of it I'm definitely not a metalhead so my knowledge is pretty rudimentary just a heads up. This is also technically based on my fic "fancy meeting you here" https://archiveofourown.org/works/42847758/chapters/107640090 but you don't have to have read it for this to make sense.

Eddie gets the news on a clear blue day while looking out at the glittering expanse of Lake Michigan. He had only opened his phone to check the text Steve had sent him, something about when they were meeting up at that Mexican place for dinner with Robin and Chrissy, when he saw the news.

OZZY OSBORNE DEAD AT 76

His stomach drops, he clicks the button to turn off his screen, then clicks it on again as though, maybe, this will erase the cursed notification, but it doesn't. 

He’s suddenly thankful for the relative lack of paparazzi in Chicago as he starts to blink back tears. He unlocks his phone and googles  Ozzy Osbourne, hoping, praying that this was just some weird glitch.  Surely the icon, the legend, the man he had looked up to for basically his entire life, was still alive. No such luck, there, it was plain as day, the news stories, tributes, a Wikipedia article already updated with the verb was instead of is, and perhaps the most damning there in the Google summary “Died, Jordans, United States”  right next to “born December 3rd 1948, Marsron Green, United Kingdom”.

Ozzy Osbourne was dead, and something in Eddie shattered.

 Almost without thinking, he dials a number he had called so many times it's become automatic at this point. 

“Uncle Wayne, did you hear the news

 Still stubbornly refusing to buy “one of those damn cell phones,”  Uncle Wayne's voice crackles a bit through his ancient landline. 

“About Ozzy, damn shame, that orange bastard in the White House is still alive and Ozzy Osbourne is dead,  it ain't right”

Eddie laughs, shaky, watery ”you got that right, him and that warmongering turtle-faced motherfucker, I swear if James Hetfield dies before Trump or McConnell, we are living in the most fucked up timeline”

“You know I remember it, the first time I gave you a Sabbath cassette tape, the way your face lit up, it was the first time I felt secure that I was the right person to raise you after your dad went to jail,” Wayne replies, his voice soft and fond.

Eddie goes quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I remember that too, first time I felt at home since mom died.”

“Your mother was something special, wasn't she? Dam,n tragic that cancer got her before she could raise you” 

Eddie smiles weakly, yeah, it's a damn shame. You think she'll run into Ozzy in the afterlife? I hope so, I think they'd be friends, but that might be wishful thinking on my part.”

Wayne chuckles, "You've always been good at finding the silver lining in things, kid.” 

“Yeah I guess I have” Eddie replies “listen I got to go I have some stuff about the album to deal with and then Steve Robin Chrissy and I are going out for dinner and you know I can't miss that, I'd like to see you soon though how about I drive down to Hawkins over the weekend and we hang out and listen to my old Ozzy and Sabbath cassettes” 

“I'd like that, it'll be nice to see you and Steve, see you then, enjoy dinner. ” 

Thanks,Uncle Wayne. I'll see you this weekend, maybe Steve and I could  stop along the way and bring  your food from that fancy Italian place you refuse to admit that you like.”

“Don't push it, boy,” Wayne replies 

“Okay, fine, but we're treating you to a meal at the diner, and you don't have to object.” 

“Fine, fine, I'll see you then."

“See you then, Uncle Wayne”. 

By the end of that brief conversation he  had gotten several texts from other  musicians both metal and otherwise, 30 years into his moderate Fame and it was still surreal to him that he was at least friendly acquaintances with so many people he had grown up idolizing. 

He checks corroded coffins groups chat and predictably its completely blown up

Garrrr(garath): Ozzy just died

Garrrr(garath): like I knew he was suck amd it would happen soon, but it's still crazy to think about 

Garrrr(garath): *sick and 

Ricky Rick: I know,  I knew it was coming, but it still doesn't feel real 

Ricky Rick: Also, you're lucky that I’m so sad about Ozzy, otherwise I sure as shit wouldn't let you live that typo down

Garrrr(garath) Glad to see that grief has made you slightly less of an ass.

JEFF!:   ok, can you, babbies, why hasn't Eddie said anything 

Garrrr(garath): probably hasn't found out yet 

Ricky Rick: That or he's contacting his brood

JEFF!: Rick

Ricky Rick: Hey, you know I’m kidding I love his kids, but it will never not be funny to me that he ended up with FOUR

Garrrr(garath): I mean, I wasn't surprised, the hellfire club was basically a bunch of outcasts he gathered to nurture like a weird metalhead Mary Poppins

Ricky Rick: Mary Poppins doesn't collect  kids; she goes to their house to nanny them

Garrrr(garath): My point still stands 

JEFF!: Can we get back to the point we were talking about, Ozzy?

Garrrr(garath): right, yeah 

Garrrr(garath): I can't believe he's gone

JEFF!: god, you remember when we met him

Garrrr(garath): yeah, Eddie was so nervous he couldn't eat anything at the event and nearly puked

Ricky Rick: That was YOU, Eddie just sorta sat there vibrating in excitement 

EddieTheBannished: excuse me, I’ll have you know that Edward Munson, 12 level Bard and prince of the realms of hellfire and coffi, is far more dignified than that, you must be misremembering it, sir Rick.

Ricky Rick: Eddie!

JEFF!: hey Eddie 

Garrrr(garath): took you long enough 

EddieTheBannished: Ohh fuck off, Gar, I was talking to Uncle Wayne. 

It's only when Mads’ corroded coffins social media manager pops in to the group chat briefly to discuss what they're going to post to the bands official pages that it clicks that he's gonna have to make a statement on his own his mind spins they discuss it, how do you even eulogize somebody like Ozzy Osbourne, how do you possibly capture his legacy in a way that fits in a social media post. How would he even begin to explain the impact Ozzy had had on his life, both when he was an outcast teenager being labeled the freak of Hawkins High, and then later when the band found success as a wild and chaotic but friendly and supportive figure at events. 

Once they get to a decent conclusion and his mind has gotten to a bit of a calmer place he shoots Steve a quick text thanking him once again for suggesting that they digitize some of their old photos and put them into the cloud as clicks through them selecting the perfect ones, a photo of Ozzy on stage from back when Eddie was still just a struggling fan trying to make it big with his own band, a picture of himself at 14 wearing a Black Sabbath shirt and a style that said I want to be a metalhead but I haven't quite figured it out yet and most importantly a picture of him and Ozzy from the very first awards show that corroded coffin attended in which  20 something at a is trying his best to look like he's not freaking out on the inside. 

With the pictures selected, he opens his notes app and stares at it for a bit before beginning to write. 

“Just got the news and honestly I'm still in shock,  Black Sabbath and Ozzy especially were one of my biggest lifelines when I was still a weird loud undiagnosed audiADHD kid who people whispered about because I had a criminal father and a dead mother..  Ozzy Osbourne has always been a patron saint for the outcasts and freaks, and I was no exception. The. later, when CC first found success, he became one of the friendliest, most supportive figures in my life, even if we never became good friends. Thank you, Ozzy, for everything,  for helping invent the genre that saved my life, for teaching lonely freaks that it was okay to be ourselves, for always being so warm under all of that chaos, rest in peace, the Prince of Darkness, may your memory be a blessing, you will be dearly missed.”

He quickly sends a screenshot to Mads, a requirement after the Macy's Thanksgiving Day day Twitter incident of 2018, and his relief is quickly met with a thumbs up so he takes a deep breath posts get to all of his major social medias and immediately retreats into the work he had been planning to do before he got the news but he finds that he just can't do it, he exits the app and sends a quick text to the group chat. 

EddieTheBannished: couldn't focus on my work, and I still have a few hours till I have to head to dinner with Chrissy, Robin, and Steve, how about we meet up in the studio and play a quick tribute to Ozzy, nothing big, just but casual video of us playing one of the songs.

Garrrr(garath): anything to get out of doing the work 

Garrrr(garath): just kidding, come of course, I vote war pigs 

Ricky Rick: Oh, of course you would go for the most basic bitch choice, I, however, am more sophisticated than that and vote Mama, I'm coming home 

Garrrr(garath)Ohoh I know you didn't just call War Pigs basic. 

Mads(social media manager/real life Éowyn): Each of you pick a song and give me a statement about why you chose it, then record them tomorrow, and I'll turn it into something great, the fans will love it, believe me 

EddieTheBannished: And this is why you're worth every penny we pay you, Mads. 

JEFF: Seriously, you're a lifesaver, Mads

Garrrr(garath): Oh, that's great, I'm still going with War Pigs, I know exactly what I'm going to say 

Ricky Rick: got to agree with these idiots, you really are a genius Mads 

Eddie opens his notes app and then suddenly struck by the impossibility of the task he's just been assigned, sure this wasn't technically him declaring a favorite one of Ozzy’s songs and things have been helped a bit by Mama I'm coming home and war pigs already being claimed but choosing just one song to feature felt a bit like was suddenly facing an entire army of owlbears all alone and all his attacks are at a disadvantage.

He packs his small,l Beach setup away and heads to the El. He owns a car, a high-end sleep black thing that one would expect a rockstar to own, but even after all these years he still hasn't gotten used to driving in a city and besides the train gives him time to write and read. 

He ponders the question until he sits down in the train and is so absorbed in it but he almost doesn't notice the two teens staring at him, they're both all to even if the girl seems to lean more goth than metal so the steering is probably more of a oh my God that's Eddie Munson unless why is that weird middle-aged man still dressed like a metalhead. He looks up and smiles. 

The pair exchange look and whisper before walking over

“Hello, sir,” the girl says, “I'm Ruth, and this is my brother Michael, and we are huge fans of yours. I wish we could have met you on a different day, though we just heard about Ozzy.” Her brother nods solemnly behind her 

“Yeah, I know, terrible news, awful,” Eddie replies, not even trying to keep the grief from his voice, “whole bands reeling honestly.”

“I know me too”, Ruth says. “It feels weird asking for an autograph given well you know, but could you please still if that wouldn't be too much?” 

Eddie smiles. He loves this, he loves his fans, he loves being an inspiration to people like Ozzy had been to him. “I'll tell you what, I'll give you guys those autographs, but also do you one better, you can't tell anyone, just you, but the band's going to release a quick little tribute video, how about I give you guys a little shout out at the end

Michael's eyes go wide, and he begins to nod rapidly. 

“Thank you, this day was ruined by finding out about Ozzy, but this has made it so much better, you're the best, sir.”

Eddie laughs, "Call me Eddie, sir makes me feel old.” 

“Yes, of course, sir…Eddie” Ruth says, “Oh, and our last name is Rosenthal.”She pulls out a notebook and grabs the book Michael hands her, an old but incredibly well-kept copy of The Hobbit. 

“Excellent taste in books, Michael,” Eddie says, “are you guys Jewish?” 

They both nod 

“I'm always glad to meet another Jewish metalhead,” he says, signing both items and handing them back.

We didn't even think that there was anyone like us until we heard you talking about it,” Ruth replies softly 

If Eddie had been on the verge of tears before, right now it's an almost  Herculean task not to start sobbing right here in this uncomfortable plastic seat.

“Hey, there are more of us than you think there are. Both of you just keep doing you, I promise you'll meet others.”

Ruth’s face lights up as she clutches the signed notebook to her chest. “Thank you again, Eddie.” 

“Hey, you're welcome, I was nice meeting you guys.” 

The siblings stared at each other and giggled nan bit before thanking him again and sitting back down in their seats. 

It isn't until halfway through dinner that Eddie figures out what song he wants to go for. 

“Mr Crowley,” he blurts out. 

Whatever conversation Steve Robin and Chrissy had been having stops immediately as they look at him 

“Oh, un, sorry, the band wanted to do a tribute to Ozzy, you know, and Mads suggested that we each choose a song to perform, then write something about it, and she'll put together a tribute video, I just figured out that I should choose Mr Crowley.”

Robin laughs out loud. 

“Come, on now, it's not that funny,y” Eddie says 

Robin's laughter dies down. “Well, you're lucky that I love you and that you're grieving Dingus number two, or else I would have left even harder about the fact that you've been so absorbed and thinking about Ozzy Osbourne songs that you temporarily forgot that you were in a restaurant.”

“I think it's sweet,” Chrissy says, squatting her wife's hand. “Besides, it's an excellent choice, and I can't wait to see the tribute when Mads posts it.”

“That's the one with the crazy guitar solo, right?” Steve asks

“The one with the crazy guitar solo could describe like half of Ozzy's songs,” Eddie replies, “but yes, that's the one I'm talking about.” 

“Oh, cool, I like that one. Besides, you know how much I like it when you show off on the guitar.” Steve leans in close, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone 

“Oh gross,” Robin wrinkles her nose dramatically. ‘My burrito did nothing to deserve to be subjected to your weird flirting dingus.”

“Fine,  fine princess Robin, we'll obey your every command,” Steve jokes, but then kisses Eddie quickly while Robin dramatically covers her eyes.

“Ugg you two are the worst” she shoots back

Chrissy clears her throat.. “Anyway, I saw the tribute you posted, Eddie, it's very sweet, the fans are loving it by the way, one woman said that it reminded her of why she fell in love with metal in the first place”

Eddie bites his lip and blinks back tears. “I'm glad to hear that, 

Steve grabs his hand and squeezes lightly “hey, if it's too much right now we can just focus on enjoying ourselves” 

 Eddie relaxes and squeezes Steve's hand back. “Yeah, I'd like that,  but first he raises his glass of horchata “for Ozzy and for all the freaks and weirdos he made feel a little less alone” 

The other three raised their glasses “For Ozzy” they say in unison and after everyone clinked their glasses together he takes a sip of his drink, the  sweet creamy cinnamon taste comforting Eddie in this moment of grief.

The grief that has been hovering over at a the whole day really begins to come down on him once they all return to to the duplex four of them have been calling home for the last 30 years. 

He gets ready for bed in total silence, no jokes, no music blasting exactly up until time the people in the building next door would complain about, no talking to their pets. The clink of his rings as he puts them in the jewelry dish feels louder than usual. 

He sits down on the bed, feet still firmly planted on the ground and feel so familiar pair of arms wrap around him from behind “hey, you okay?” Steve asks quietly 

Eddie shakes his head “no, just” his voice cracks “Ozzy’s gone” 

“Hey, yeah I know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry” 

Eddie nods then turns around and adjusts his posture so he's curled up against Steve and buries his face in his neck. The familiarity of the gesture, of  Steve’s scent, finally cracks the dam. 

Tears begin to slip down Eddie's cheeks and a sob escapes his lips and soon he's crying in Ernest. 

Steve doesn't say anything, just adjusts the way they’re laying to be more comfortable and strokes Eddie’s hair. 

He doesn't know how long he lies there, in their bed, sobbing into Steve's shoulder, but as deep as the grief is, the familiar comfort of the man he's loved for most of his life now makes the whole thing a little less overwhelming.

Author's note: a few days later Eddie tribute ends up on a buzzfeed list titled "10 celebrity tributes to Ozzy Osbourne that will make you miss the Prince of darkness even more" the Hawkins crew finds out and the group chat explodes as they all react mostly poking fun at him, just when that chatter dies down Eddie rides to open tiktok only discovered that Tom lehrer has also died /and just sighs and goes come on now man I knew you were 97 but did you really have to die the same week as Ozzy.

[shinywitchdaze]

It's so funny when people on tiktok call some rockstars "unproblematic". Unproblematic? In what world is a white man, who is a ROCKSTAR from the 60s/70s/80s unproblematic? I said it before and I'm going to say it again, there is no such thing as an unproblematic rockstar. It's just some are better at hiding their wrongdoings! Or their actions are not really publicised. Of course, some rockstars may be "less" problematic compared to their counterparts, but it doesn't make them unproblematic.

[bunk12bear]

Seriously these guys were at the very least cereal cheaters. Most of them were also being wildly irresponsible with their drug use and that's not even touching the ones sleeping with underage groupies or being abusive partners

[artylla]

the red string of fete

[undying-love]

Q: Is there anything in particular you hope people will get from reading your new book [Eye of the Storm]? What do you hope their main takeaway will be?

Paul: Well, I mainly see it as a 'behind the scenes' publication. I love just looking at old pictures of the guys, for example, ones of John with his glasses; obviously it's hugely sad, because I miss him so much. But this just reminds me of growing up with him and all the pleasant memories. Whenever I see John with these sorts of glasses, it reminds me of the way he would take him off when there were girls around. For some reason people think they look better without their glasses! And now, whenever other people do that it always reminds me of John. I'd be chatting with him, or writing a song, and he would take his glasses off and clean them. And because nobody in my family had glasses, I'd never seen someone just chatting and absent-mindedly cleaning them. So, that's what this picture and really the whole book reminds me off-it just brings back all those little memories which make up life.

[bunk12bear]

I love how the interviewer asked what Paul wanted people's takeaway from this book of photos of everybody on that tour and he basically just used it as an opportunity to talk about John, like Paul, baby, this is why people think you were in love with him

[sylveonsbowties]

Silly low effort comic based on this quote from Tony King:

"I remember once he said to me: 'I’m the only person who’s allowed to say things like that about Paul. I don’t like it when other people do.’ He didn’t like if other people said nasty things about Paul and he always referred to Paul as his estranged fiancée and things like that, like he did on that record 'I Saw Her Standing There’ with Elton on Madison Square Garden."

[bunk12bear]

Stuff like this is why I always find it funny when people are like they hated each other no they didn't yeah they were angry at each other and hurt but those two couldn't hate each other if they tried

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

i want to talk about my ocs but im literally this image. i got nothing

[bunk12bear]

Should I probably write about my OC if I expect anyone to care about her? Yes! Did I instead spend a concerning amount of time creating a document in which I split her into 10 different personas each featuring a name, character I thought represented them, a mood board, a description, a theme song, a tiktok that I think represented it, a quote, a tweet I imagined her making, and origin story and a symbol also yes.

[vervaincircle-deactivated202411]

slapping this badge on my blog

[the-jovial-jester]

You can't love the Beatles without hating them at least a little bit

[bunk12bear]

To love the Beatles is also to want to grab each of them by the shoulders and go what the fuck is wrong with you, John particularly

[carolsturka]

“A body of work was produced that I don't believe he alone could have produced, or I alone could have produced. It was only me that sat in those hotel rooms, in his house in the attic; it wasn't Yoko, it wasn't Sean, it wasn't Julian, it wasn't George, it wasn't Mimi, it wasn't Ringo, it wasn't Miles. It was me that sat in those rooms, seeing him in all his moods and all his little things, seeing him not being able to write a song, and having me help, seeing me not able to write a song and him help me.”

Paul McCartney: Many Years From Now by Barry Miles

[bunk12bear]

In today's episode of Paul talks about John like an ex he's definitely not over

[certainlyathrill]

is this anything beatle people?

[bunk12bear]

No but seriously describing the Beatles childhoods traumas is so funny because it's like

John: father was a sailor who barely paid attention to his family then disappeared on him when he was five, mother was a Bohemian who loved him but was too invested enjoying her life and having flings to properly take care of him to the point that he had to be taken in by his aunt and uncle, his aunt love him very much but wasn't necessarily equipped to deal with his emotions, his uncle offered some more emotional support but died when he was 14, he started to reconnect with his mother shortly afterward but then she died when he was 17

Ringo: abandoned by his dad, spent most of his childhood in and out of hospitals to the point that he barely got an education, genuinely nearly died several times

Paul: mother got cancer but he and his brother weren't told until she was literally actively dying thus straining his relationship with his father

George: was poor

Like don't get me wrong I know that poverty can have negative effects on a child but like compared to the rest of them...

[gmaybe666]

just listened to ‘now and then’ for the first time in months because of the grammys and thinking about Paul singing to dead John over 40 years ago and John in 1980 basically implying to Paul ‘I miss you and I want to start ‘us’ again’ and how he was never given the chance and yes Paul has moved on but in some way he never will

40ish John is asking I love you. i miss you, will you be there for me , will you return to me?

and 80 ish Paul is saying yes, yes i love you. I would’ve. I would’ve.

and john can never answer

[bunk12bear]

Despite the more light-hearted tone the music video is devastating it makes it so clear that this project is Paul and Ringo calling out through time to tell John and George how much they love and miss them.

[patricia-taxxon]

ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.

[patricia-taxxon]

"someone who really has pOCD would be disgusted and horrified at their intrusive thoughts" or maybe i'm in therapy & am going by the books, being radically ambivalent to my intrusive thoughts instead of wasting energy mentally washing my paws of sin. i'm not going to perform my rock bottom for you for the sake of being believed.

[patricia-taxxon]

also like... something something, being afraid of healing because you're afraid of letting go of the stability of misery, letting go of the narrative you made up to feel worthy of attention, letting go of your "sympathy cred," this narrative has probably killed a few ppl.

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Generally if you find yourself demanding to know why strangers aren't living more miserable lives, you're probably in the wrong.

[vaspider]

"I'm not going to perform my rock bottom for you for the sake of being believed."

Holy fuck. Tattoo that one on your bones.

That's good.

[paulmccartneyfiles]

John Lennon, Paul McCartney and George Harrison on stage at Star Club, Hamburg, 1962.

[bunk12bear]

I don't know what I love the most about this John and Paul leaning on each other with those big grins or George's dorky little arm gesture