͙͘͡★｡°⋆ Eli ͙͘͡★｡°⋆

【Ｐｙｒｏｔｅｃｈｎｉｃｓ！】 𝓌ᵣᵢₜₑᵣ, ᵣₒ𝒸ₖₑᵣ, ₗₒᵥₑᵣ.

[eli-sw33t]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 ⊹₊⟡⋆

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚

𝙗𝙮𝙛

𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 masterlist ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴ ／ ＡＳＫＳ？

[fence-time]

All you need is love 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[maryfett99]

Safe with me ࿔₊ ⊹ ˚

Pairing ✦ George Harrison x Reader

Type ✦ Short drabble

Details ✦ Fluff, still in the dating stage, beatlemania era

✦Masterlist✦

You're trapped in the crowd right after the Beatles just finished their live television performance. Everyone's gone insane. Security couldn't hold the audience back and now they're all over the Liverpool quartet on stage asking for autographs, wanting to hug them, touch them, take some piece of them home. You try to push your way out of the crowd but the teenagers aren't making it easy.

Suddenly, you feel someone grab you by the wrist and pull you gently. You startle and whip around to see who it was. It's him. George flashes you an euphoric smile before pulling you by the arm away from the storm. You run after him down the studio hallway laughing and glancing back a couple of times, each step taking you further and further away from the chaos.

George stops in front of a door and pulls it open quickly, almost making you crash into him but luckily you catch yourself just in time. Once you're both inside, you look around.

It's The Beatles dressing room. Suits hanging up, makeup and combs on the table, mirrors flooded with warm light.

"You okay?" he asks out of breath.

"Yes… wild crowd today, barely made it out alive" you laugh at your own comment.

"You'll be safe here" he steps closer and takes your face in both hands cupping your cheeks.

"Now that I'm with you... yeah" you finish closing the distance between you with a soft, small kiss.

Dividers: diviniyae

[sabellart]

tea time with the ladybugs 🐞

also i’ve updated my inprnt if anyone is interested in some ladybugs prints :)

[eli-sw33t]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆𝑬𝒍𝒊'𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!!⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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~busy mornings w/ the boys!

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𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 [𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩!] ╰┈➤ˎˊrequest ╰┈➤ˎˊ rules

[sabellart]

the ladybugs’ sgt pepper’s outfits

[eli-sw33t]

GEORGINA HARRISOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN JUST GIVE ME ONE FUCKIGN CHANCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[sabellart]

the ladybugs first appearance on the ed sullivan show c. 1964

[maryfett99]

Come sleep — Paul McCartney ೀ .˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙

Pairing ❤︎ Paul McCartney x reader

Type ❤︎ Drabble

Details ❤︎ Comfort

❤︎ masterlist ❤︎

It was 3:25am when you woke up.

You reached an arm over to Paul's side of the bed and felt nothing but empty sheets. You swung your feet onto the floor, rubbing your eyes until you noticed the light creeping in from underneath the bedroom door. You got up and headed straight to the living room where you knew he'd still be.

Your suspicions were right and there he was, asleep in a pretty uncomfortable position. The bass still resting on his lap, the amp still on, an open notebook on the coffee table, pencils scattered everywhere. You walked over trying not to make any noise and made your way to the outlet to unplug the amp, but as if your very presence had startled him, he woke up at that exact moment.

-Hey... what are you doing?- his voice weak and sleepy.

-Turning this off- you shook the cable you were holding in your hand.

-Plug it back in I'm in the middle of something- he straightened himself up on the couch and adjusted the bass on his lap.

He leaned forward to grab the notebook full of scribbles, and suddenly you saw his expression shift into one of panic.

-Damn it no no no...-

-What happened?- you asked puzzled, stepping closer to him.

-I was working on a bass line here and I didn't finish it... must've fallen asleep right after this part- he pointed at the notebook, more to himself than to you.

-It's really late love... you should come get some rest

-No I can't- he set the notebook aside on the sofa -I promised Ringo I'd come up with a good bass line for his new song... his only song on the album

-I know you're gonna write him something incredible, but you can keep working on it later in the morning when you have more energy and you're actually awake

-Tomorrow's monday I won't have time we have rehearsals and Ringo's probably gonna ask me how it's going and-

-Paul

-What

-Tomorrow is sunday...

That information hit him like a plate crashing in a completely silent room

-Are you serious right now?

-Yes. If I'm not mistaken John mentioned you all agreed to take sundays off this month

-God... I don't even know where my head is- he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing both hands over his face like he could scrub the stress right out of him.

-You've been working so hard love I know that. That's why you have to take advantage of whatever little free time you do have to sleep and recharge- you reached out your hand to stroke his messy hair -you'll have all day tomorrow to finish it

You took his notebook, scanning the last page, taking a few seconds to read it.

-This looks good darling. Don't scrap this idea. I'm sure later you'll come up with something great to complete it

-You think so?- he looked up at you with those soft eyes, the ones that only come out when he's seeking your approval.

-I think so- you gave him the same tender look right back.

That was all it took for Paul to get up, set his bass aside and follow you to bed. No complaints. Just you reminding him sometimes it was okay to stop and get some sleep.

Credits dividers: cursed-carmine

[dxnut00]

friend convinced me to doodle this

[spoopdeedoop]

part two of this series! more heirs as drinks :3 would lvoe to do a cyrene drink someday but i Need to go over the top for her and i fear i dont have it in me rn. But Soon

[c0rpseparts]

close?

[gio-goose]

2 hour Flame Reaver doodle

[dxnut00]

should’ve eaten the pieces when she got the chance….

[strawbunyy]

where to?

[eli-sw33t]

𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬 / 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨!

𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵

-Like the tune he penned, John’s still yawning. 

-Concerts take a lot out of him, even more so than the others. He looks like a kicked puppy when you drag him out of bed, all fuzzy, thick bedhead and endless whinging. 

-”Can’t a fella get some shut-eye round ‘ere?” and it goes on and on.

-Unless there’s somewhere important to be - a charity gala, a meeting with the suits, a conference - John is a rock. Unmoving. Flat.  -At least, that's what he wants you to think. You'll be prepping some coffee, turn a corner- -"'Ight, I'm up." -He'll spend the rest of the day (playfully) nagging you about your tardiness. -In endless pommy accents- "Burn the toast, luv, we're in a rush! First stop, the rock island line-!" -He knows they're corny. Terrible, even. But any smile he procures from you is more precious than whatever hell Beatlemania produces. -"Do I look like santa clause?" Is a common one as he makes nonsense motions with his razor, always slathering on too much foam. Gets a giggle or two? He'll be beaming the rest of the day.

𝑷𝑨𝑼𝑳

-Is always doing the most, even when the sun's just risen. -Paul is the biggest fan of the Beatles, and as such he'll be hobbling around with a half-done tie while trying to scarf down his beans - only stopping when you tell him to sit down. -"Mornin'." He'll say with that chubby-cheeked cherub of a smile, all while the early-morning jitterbugs take to his legs. -"Can you come 'ere for a sec? Does it look better like this?" Will want your opinion on damn-near every little thing on his apperance - if his hair should be coiffed this way or that, if his tie is too crooked, etc etc- while he's used to the endless haggling of reporters and screaming girls, your gentle words are an entirely different ordeal. -Multitasking. So. Much. Multitasking. You're making yourself a plate of eggs? Let him handle it. You're wondering which jacket to wear? He'll pick it for you. Driving them to the location? Let him read the map. -With a sock on his hand and another scanning the newspaper- "Rubber Soul's doin' well. On the- y'know. On the charts, I mean." The charismatic awkwardness never fails to charm.

𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬

-'the quiet one', despite George's personal grievances with it, fits quite well.. at least, in the mornings. -if he isn't quiet, he'll be silent. listening to the radio, reading the newspaper, eating his marmite sandwich.. all leafed through with his usual poker face until you speak up- -"Oh. 'Ello." Said while gingerly sliding the cheese out of his white bread. -it's sometimes nigh-impossible - even for his beatle brothers - to figure out what George is thinking about. he'll have this deep, incredibly thoughtful expression plastered on, as if he's solved the mysteries of the universe within tying his shoelaces. -then you flash him a smile and it's forgotten, lost in his tiny grin. -"If I do 'nother press tour, me legs are gonna fall off." the lingering exhaustion is masked with his usual sardonic wit, but you slide his cuppa over and there's a small, content sigh and "Ta." -George likes to do things alone. Somedays, he'll shave by his lonesome. Most days, he'll spend precious minutes adjusting his shirt cufflinks till John is howling down his door. -Today, he decides to let you do his coat buttons.. all while never taking his eyes off you. -"So ye don't get lost in the buttons." but his smirk tells you otherwise.

𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑶

-"Sleep well?" is the first question he asks upon seeing you. -Ringo - to an extent - knows how simple he is. He's the drummer, the backbeat, the odd one out. Thus, he approaches you with that same simpleness. -Cereal is the meal of kings in his dictionary. He's a slow dresser, but a quick eater, so it "Makes up fer everything else." -Out of all of them, Ringo's the least preoccupied with how he comes across when in a rush. Life is a current, he just goes with the flow. If it becomes a tsunami, he dives headfirst into it. Rather, he'll be more concerned about your workload- -"Need me t' carry that? No? ..Y'sure?" Gesturing with his comb while wearing thick sunnies, already having a cigarette choking the room- -No matter the occasion, Ringo is everyone's best man. ..he'll be yours for free, though.

[familywhitesilk]

Music box of time

[butiloveher]

bugs when you lift up a rock