windswept child on a shooting star ᯓ★

liv johngirl, sirlivi on ao3

[milfpaul]

୨ৎ liv, she/her, 20yo ୨ৎ

lifelong rpfer -> my ao3: sirlivi & my beatle fic masterlist. i am and will remain a john girl 4ever 🌌🔭🪻

for the overachievers, here are my sideblogs, which I am tentatively active on:

@fmstirling (bridgerton)

@whitakercore (the pitt)

I also can be found posting about stephen king/it hannibal stranger things rpdr community the last dinner party the last shadow puppets arctic monkeys merlin hozier iasip mindhunter laufey watcher dead poets society true detective et cetera et cetera, this list is non exhaustive

i will almost definitely follow u back if u are also a blog for any of those things #bemymutual :]

[crumblingcookies]

Won’t somebody pick him up

[medievalthymes]

how it feels to read 85 pages of a book in one sitting

[chicknwire]

I love tumblr more than IG bc IG feels like I’m posting looking for a job but on here it’s like I already lost the job and my wife and the house and I’m just sitting on the curb talking to myself

[theprofessorofdesire]

[milfpaul]

so much of my editing process seems to be me just going through and removing the word ‘then’ from every second sentence

[kel-ectric-avenue]

taken by me

cardross, scotland

april 2026

[pauls1967moustache]

The crazy thing about the Beatles is the whole thing really was and is about how the love you take is equal to the love you make. It’s in everything. Uau.

[sabellart]

paul’s new temporary secretary isn’t really doing his job….

[guiltfactory]

tumblr is about tricking smart and funny and talented people into following me

[1967mccartney]

Paul McCartney holding his cats in St John’s Wood, London, on 20th June 1967.

[milfpaul]

beatles twitter spreading mclennon “facts” that were made up on tumblr 10 years ago is so funnyyyy

[turnt-archives]

"He wouldn't talk" Biographer Hunter Davies recollects spending a day of silence with John Lennon.

"The first memory that always comes back is swimming in John's pool at his house in Weybridge. I'd gone to spend the day with him, but when I arrived, it turned out he had decided it was a day for not talking. I walked round his garden with him, not talking. Cynthia made lunch and we ate it, not talking. I sat with John in his cramped little den, under a sticker saying "Safe as Milk" while he watched children's television, not talking. Then we had a swim, round and round in his pool, not talking, but while we were swimming, we suddenly heard the noise of a police siren floating up the hill from Weybridge itself. It was giving that familiar two-note wail - Ah, ahh, ah ahh, ah, ahh. John started playing with the two notes - humming them, while not actually talking. Then he went inside, went to his piano, till he had turned the two notes into a song, or at least half a song. John was very good at half songs, quickly growing bored, often needing Paul to coax the other half out of him. A lot of their joint working sessions were like competitions - to show the other what they could do, or make the other do better."

- Hunter Davies for The Independent, 2005 [x]

[guiltfactory]

rpf is like 65% the most fun you've ever had and 35% the worst pain imaginable and a lot of the time you're feeling these simultaneously

[gaccari]

✂️ 🥩

Acquired a mini printer and became very obsessed with it

[literaryvein]

L. V., meet me at the epilogue

[milfpaul]

making mashed potato