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me when free as a bird comes on shuffle:ย
woah guess who my favorite is lmao
Art by Jesse Jarldane
Uhm... wh-
HOW. HOW THE- John, Ringo, my la', gahhhhhhhowwwwww ๐ซช๐ฅด๐ญ๐คจ
Paul is in his own world full of fairys and unicorns, George noticed Brian taking pictures and decided to pose, and my poor sweet John and Ringo.
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Paul is the oldest teenage girl ๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน
I mean like...yeah the other Beatles are cool...but can we talk about Billy Preston???
AAHHHH I LOVE HIM SM AND I JUST WANNA HUG HIM GOD PLEASEEEEEEEEEE LOOK AT HIMMMMM IM GOING THE CRY
Ignore the lesbian couple at the bottom
YES BILLYYYYY!!!! ๐๐๐๐
Iโm crying why did his brain just stop then he noticed the camera?๐ญ
Type of stuff they had Junie B. Jones doing on the cover of the books.
Pringles Starr.
Beatle-worms and a BRAVO journalist
George Harrison, the one with the thickest mop of hair on his head sits in the corner, experimenting with one of his eight guitars. The journalist could now ask questions about guitars or about the knowledge George had acquired as an apprentice electrician, about his favorite woman and about the reason for his quietness. But the journalist is just lying there, his feet dangling over the armrest, smoking his pipe, grinning stupidly. John, Paul and Ringo surround him. "He isn't asking any questions, the man", John says. "He is ill", says Paul with light, stretched intonation. "We have to examine him", says Ringo. They stick their fingers into his ear, they listen to his heartbeat through an empty champagne glass, (they don't drink champagne but the journalists do!), they wave air towards him with an empty record sleeve, and they shake their hair like wild horses. "He can't be saved", says John. Ringo makes a sad face and covers the journalist with a tablecloth. For Ringo it seems he is already dead. "What can we do for him?", asks Paul. [...] The Beatles look at each other. "He really can't be saved", George now says too, without putting down his guitar. "Yes, there is a way", says Paul. "He has to worm." "Yeah", John agrees, "worming is the best medicine." "Against or for what?", inquires the journalist. "No one knows", John says. "But it's a wonderful medicine." So, the journalist wormed with the Beatles. It's their newest enjoyment during their leisure time. When they are sitting somewhere in a hotel room and can't even leave to go into the hallway because they are besieged by fans, they are killing time by worming. Thereby time is killed in a way that it will never be alive again. How does one 'worm'? Simple answer: Two or more people lie down next to each other against a wall, feet against the baseboard. Arms are being presses tight against the body. And now at a signal you have to push yourself forward like a worm. Whoever hits their head against the opposite wall first, is the winner. He is a top-worm. BRAVO, June 1964
(German original below)
I'm WHEEZING. Boys... WHYYYYYYY ๐ชฑ๐ชฑ๐ชฑ๐ชฑ
๐ญ๐ชฑ๐ฅน๐คฃ honestly thats the exact thing a five year old would do-
Top Worm ๐ชฑ๐ช๐ป๐ค๐ฅน
Beatle-worms and a BRAVO journalist
George Harrison, the one with the thickest mop of hair on his head sits in the corner, experimenting with one of his eight guitars. The journalist could now ask questions about guitars or about the knowledge George had acquired as an apprentice electrician, about his favorite woman and about the reason for his quietness. But the journalist is just lying there, his feet dangling over the armrest, smoking his pipe, grinning stupidly. John, Paul and Ringo surround him. "He isn't asking any questions, the man", John says. "He is ill", says Paul with light, stretched intonation. "We have to examine him", says Ringo. They stick their fingers into his ear, they listen to his heartbeat through an empty champagne glass, (they don't drink champagne but the journalists do!), they wave air towards him with an empty record sleeve, and they shake their hair like wild horses. "He can't be saved", says John. Ringo makes a sad face and covers the journalist with a tablecloth. For Ringo it seems he is already dead. "What can we do for him?", asks Paul. [...] The Beatles look at each other. "He really can't be saved", George now says too, without putting down his guitar. "Yes, there is a way", says Paul. "He has to worm." "Yeah", John agrees, "worming is the best medicine." "Against or for what?", inquires the journalist. "No one knows", John says. "But it's a wonderful medicine." So, the journalist wormed with the Beatles. It's their newest enjoyment during their leisure time. When they are sitting somewhere in a hotel room and can't even leave to go into the hallway because they are besieged by fans, they are killing time by worming. Thereby time is killed in a way that it will never be alive again. How does one 'worm'? Simple answer: Two or more people lie down next to each other against a wall, feet against the baseboard. Arms are being presses tight against the body. And now at a signal you have to push yourself forward like a worm. Whoever hits their head against the opposite wall first, is the winner. He is a top-worm. BRAVO, June 1964
(German original below)
heโs such a polite little boyโฆ
yesโฆlight that ciggy up boyโฆmhm
such good manners yesyesโฆ
Hello my Fabs!
Letting you all know I'm open for requests! I'm gonna give writing head cannons and fanfics a try! I'm a writer and have done some Beatles fanfics in the past. (One. And I still haven't finished it. But I do sometimes to RPs on my other social.)
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They're so ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ domestic ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ and married oh my god they're my parents ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
the cutest ever๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
how is this the same person
Beatles' respective roles in farming:
John checks soil health
Paul does the watering
Ringo drives the tractor
George drives away intruders