nowhere man.

Part of me suspects I'm a loser, and the other part thinks I'm God Almighty.

[frommemetoyou]

Send my muse "TMI"

and I will randomly generate a number from 1-25 to see what sort of confession my muse has to make

[frommemetoyou]

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[mccartneyx]

                 He’d given up staring at anything but the book in front of him for the night, shutting out the rest of the noise in the room till it dwindled as each Beatle went to bed. First Ringo, then George. Paul wasn’t quite sure, but he figured John was out too, considering that the reason Paul decided to shut off and read for a bit was because of a small argument they’d had about some song lyrics. Which meant that the elder probably wasn’t in any mood for conversation. 

                So there Paul sat, back to the rest of the rest of the room, trying to figure out what on earth the book he was reading was going on about, which had only proven to make him more frustrated. 

[jock-lennon]

John had been sitting in the hotel bar for hours now.

It didn't feel like it, to be honest - it felt like he'd just been there five minutes - but the length of the bill on his name at the bar told another story entirely, and so did the growing sonolence that weighed down on his eyelids.

He wasn't drunk, no, nothing like that, just sort of slow in that special way only booze after a long day can make you feel. Strangely, though, he didn't feel tired - mostly because the mad streak of insomnia he had been having for the past god-knows-how-many-days discouraged him to go upstairs and fall into bed, making him all too aware that if he did, he would think, think, think and his mind would never rest.

Down there at the bar it was another story. The sounds and movement of the people there (though he wasn't really interacting with anybody) distracted him, and time passed much more easily than it would upstairs in bed.

His tiredness was obvious, though - stubborn eyelids blocked his already poor sight every now and then, and soon it became necessary to tuck a hand under his chin to support the heavy weight of his head.

"You alright there, pal?" Someone said, touching John's shoulder. He hadn't realised he's fallen asleep on the counter. It took the guitarist a few hazy seconds to register what was going on. 

"Oh-- yeah. Yeah, I--" He rubbed at his eyes. "Guess I'd better head off to bed," he said, feeling a hint of a feeling that he despised - embarrassment. An awkward thanks and goodbye to the gentleman asking about him at the bar, and John flew out of there. Thankfully, he was in his room soon enough.

Opening the door revealed Paul lying on one of the beds, leafing through a book (it was obvious that the sound of the key on the doorlock had made him stop reading entirely and instead pretend to). John sighed. He'd forgotten he was sharing with Paul that night. And also that the reason why he'd been in that dull hotel bar all this time was because of a stupid fight over some song lyrics or some such equally insignificant thing. With George and Ringo both already gone by that time, John was left alone, as well as much too stubborn to make up with Paul and much too tired to go anywhere farther than downstairs.

[hobnobbery13-deactivated2011082]

MEET THE MUSE

[thisisericstewart-deactivated20]

► Name ➔ John W. Lennon. ► Are you single ➔ It's a secret. ► Are you happy ➔  As happy as the next chap, I guess. ► Are you angry? ➔ I'm always angry about something. Aren't you? ► Are your parents still married ➔ Ha ha.

NINE FACTS

► ‘Birth’ Place ➔  What's with the quotes? Well, anyway, good ol' Liddypool. ► Hair Colour ➔ Brown ► Eye Colour ➔ Hazel ► Birthday ➔ October 9th ► Mood ➔ Bored to bleedin' death. ► Gender ➔ Male ► Summer or winter ➔ Winter ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon. Evening, actually. I'm never up in the morning by my own free will.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE 

► Are you in love ➔ Love is a complicated little thing, innit? ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No, that's a load of crap. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ I did, because I met someone else. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ You're asking me that? ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Yeah, sort of. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Sure, must 'ave. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ If it's a secret admirer, I'm not supposed to know about it, now, am I?

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Oh, quit with the bull shite questions already.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Well, love. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Iced tea's bloody outrageous. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Cats. ► A few best friends or many regular friends➔ Few  best friends. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Depends, I guess, on who I'm spending the night with. ► Day or night ➔ Night

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Couple times. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ A'ight, now, how in the bloody hell does one fall up the stairs? ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yeah, sure. ► Wanted to disappear ➔  Yeah

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Eyes ► Fat or skinny ➔ Skinny ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Shorter than me ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Intelligence ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Either's just fine.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ Eh, I guess. Aunt Mimi's great, but I don't really see much of the rest of my family anymore. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ I'd rather not talk about that. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ For a day or two. Always came back, though. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Yeah. Outta every school I've ever set foot in, couple people's places and a pub or two.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ That makes no bloody sense. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Yeah. ► Who is your best friend ➔ Paul, George and Ringo. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Paul. Hate to admit it, but the bastard knows more about me than I do.

[marriageisagamble-moved-blog]

   "I hardly think one paper ball can be compared to all-out warfare, love."

           Yoko tilts her head back to look up at him, lips pooched out for yet another kiss. They’d been here ages, it seemed. And if Yoko thought it was ages, it really must have been a while. She could take a lot, you know.

                  "When are we getting out of here, then? I’d like to go for coffee."

[jock-lennon]

"Well..." John repositions himself to lie his head on Yoko's lap, cat-like. "I guess whenever you want, love." You could hear it in his mellow voice that he didn't exaclty look forward to leaving his home.

"But do we have to go, though...?" He asks in a childlike manner, head lying comfortably in Mother's lap.

[jock-lennon]

Who all do you ship John with? Like within the group?

//within the group? as in, the beatles? if so, just paul. but also brian and stu.

[marriageisagamble-moved-blog]

   Yoko glances over to him, sitting there at the recording room’s console. She’s sitting there on the floor, reading a magazine— Bored to absolute tears.

         John needed to fix that.

    Ripping out a page and balling it up, she hurls it at the former Beatle’s head.

         "John— I’m bored."

[jock-lennon]

"Oi," says John, attention diverted from the tracklisting of the Dylan LP he'd been absent-mindedly analysing for the past minute, by the little paper bullet that hit him on the back of his skull. "And since when does boredom excuse violence?" He stands up, walks over to the other side of the music room, behind the chair his wife sat on. Hands placed upon her tiny shoulders, he continues, "Thought you of all people would'a known better, miss World Peace Advocate." Punctuating his jocular tone, he plants a kiss on Yoko's face, lowering himself to her level on the chair.

[jock-lennon]

OOC;

//i rrrrreally wanna write

but i'm too rusty to start something

if you wanna write please please message me <3

[crazycatladyclothing]

[britishbeatlemania]

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Now and Then | John Lennon

   In January 1994, Paul McCartney was given two tape cassettes by Lennon’s widow Yoko Ono that included home recordings of songs Lennon never completed or released commercially.

   The tape of 2 of the songs had the words "for Paul" scrawled hastily in John’s handwriting, which included “Grow Old With Me” and “Now and Then”.

   In March 1995, the three surviving Beatles began work on “Now and Then” by recording a rough backing track that was to be used as an overdub. However, after only two days of recording, all work on the song ceased and plans for a third reunion single were scrapped permanently.

"…I don’t want to loose you… Now and then, I miss you…”

[oldpaul]

pauls fucking nose can fuck me

[jock-lennon]

OOC;

//what if i said that i'm back.......................

[jock-lennon]

OOC/PSA.

Hi everyone that's still following. As you can probably see, I haven't been very active the past few, uh, weeks? Whatever. I haven't been very active. Basically, real life happens and I get caught up in other things. That keeps happening.Things are getting a little hard to manage.

I know a few of you were expecting replies from me and I'm sorry to let you down. I probably shouldn't have made this in first place if I didn't think to actually commit to it, etcetera. Yeah, I realize that. And I'm sorry.

However, I'm not closing it down. If I ever feel like writing for this blog, I'll do it. Might answer an ask here and there. But you shouldn't expect me to be active, specially because I'll be starting college in a little over a month, which will keep me very busy. 

Anyway, this has been a PSA. Thanks for bearing with me.

[revychumso]

[marriageisagamble-moved-blog]

July, 1978: John and Yoko.

Yoko reaches up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him down onto her shoulder and momentarily abandoning her pushing. Sean needed to learn to pump his legs, anyhow.

"You're too hard on yourself." She chides, pressing a series of kisses to his pronounced cheekbones as she cradles his head; "He's not even three yet, John. He's already forgotten about it-- Please don't be so hung up about it."

Of course, Yoko understands his fears. With the distant, barely-there relationship with Julian, she knows how important Sean's acceptance is to John. "You didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Nothing I wouldn't have done."

[jock-lennon]

"Yeah, okay." John accepts Yoko's calming words, and cherishes the little kisses planted all over his face. His eyes fall closed, appreciating. "I love you," he whispers. "You're a beautiful Mother."

Just as John quietly says that, Sean not so quietly shrieks, his childish way of complaining that he has stopped being pushed. At two years old, it is pretty hard to have any fun on a swing without the help of a stronger set of adult arms to push.

"Mamaaa!" He complains, rattling the swing with the tantrum-like act of batting his chubby short legs around.

[beautifulboysean]

jock-lennon is now following you. Sean heard his father tip toe into his room in the morning, pulling up the covers over his grin as he pretended to still sleep— but the blanket wasn’t very good at muffling his little boy giggles.

[jock-lennon]

John approached his “sleeping” son, and,...

[beautifulboysean]

+1

Sean let out a measly squeal as he squirmed under the covers, getting farther under and laughing as he poked his head out from the other side— after a few minutes however, Sean started shrieking fairly loud. Reaching that forbidden end of the bed, where you're sliding off and you can't pull yourself back up. Much more terrifying for a four year old, though. Twelve inches in the air? Forget it, man.

[jock-lennon]

As Sean's tone went from gleeful to terrified, so did John-- it took him a few seconds to understand that he hadn't hurt him, but that he was scared of falling down. He picked Sean up with hands under his arms and set him down on his lap, on the bed, atop the scrunched covers.

"There," he said. "Safe and sound. Or is it...?" He begins to tickle Sean, who, as any other four year-old, was very, very ticklish.

[marriageisagamble-moved-blog]

July, 1978: John and Yoko.

[marriageisagamble-moved-blog]

As she straps Sean into the toddler swing and begins to push him, forlorn thoughts begin to flow into her mind. Sadness and regret and just the basic, raw mix of emotions that say I’m out of place and I don’t know what to do. But Yoko knows these aren’t her thoughts— She’s more than certain. 

One hand pushing Sean, who’s clearly forgotten all about the confrontation just moments prior, from the way he’s giggling; Mrs. Lennon extends her hand out to John, motioning for him. “Come on, put those things down and come over here.”  

Fanning her fingers, she grabs her husband’s wrist when he’s close enough, and pulls him to her- Hand going up to cup the back of his neck. “You’re fine, John.” The exact words she’d used on Sean when he was crying. “He’s fine, he’s alright— You didn’t do anything that any other father wouldn’t have done, love.”

[jock-lennon]

John complies unquestioningly. He looks at Sean with a little shame, shame for being a bad father, a father who yells and makes his child cry; but the child looks back at him with nothing more than glee in his eyes.

As Yoko soothes him as if he were her child, John timidly, tentatively gives a helping hand in pushing Sean in the swing, watching the cheerful little boy come and go, giggling away, like he's having the time of his life.

"Hate making him cry. Hate it," he says to Mother. "Feel like a fuck-up."

[its-macca-deactivated20141030]

"What do you care about where I'm going for..?" He questions back, searching for an answer to John's behavior in his eyes. His oval, mysterious, non-telling eyes. Paul's hand drops, to his side as he stares back into John.

[jock-lennon]

John doesn't reply-- typical Lennon behaviour. Instead, he stares Paul down, watching as the bassist flinches with anger, hurt and nervousness. John feeds off it, growing bolder as Paul shrinks into himself.

"What if I told you I'm quitting the band right now?" He asks. Paul opens his mouth to contest, but he doesn't let him just yet. "What if I told you this is the last time you'll ever see me in your life, Paul?"