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Imagine the clouds dripping. Dig a hole in your garden to put them in. [Indie RP Blog for mainly 50's/60's Yoko Ono] ♥please read guidelines♥

[scribbledit-deactivated20180825]

I hate it when I get inspired to art

and then I art

and the art says no

[mizzyokoono]

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

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He could only give a small nod, feeling himself increasingly desperate by hours. What was he supposed to tell Maria once she was home? He knew he had to comfort her, but how? Sighing, he looked around the big living room for a while, studied furnitures and glanced out through the window in the opposite of him.

"Maybe I could take Maria for a walk, y’know."

[mizzyokoono]

Yoko swallowed hard, a hand going through her raven black hair as she looked back up at him. “That would be good, I think that may work. It’s all up to her, though.” She felt guilt begin to waver over her about how she hadn’t spoken a word to her children since before the shooting had happened, not even over the phone. Sure, she was in a state of extreme trauma and distress, but that wouldn’t stop her from being guilty about it. She could have stopped them before they went to school, she could have been there for them.

Heard from the foyer, outside the living room, had been the door opening quietly and shutting with a hard click. A fifteen year old in a disheveled school uniform with irritated eyes and a tear streaked face had slowly gotten her shoes off before trudging in, her sight down to the floor.

[itsoldjohn]

[itsoldjohn]

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I DONT LIKE IT WHEN YOU YELL AT ME PAUL

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

… *sighs for 10 minutes* I bet you don’t even know my full name 

[itsoldjohn]

James Paul “Jesse the Ass-Eater” McCartney

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

what’s the deal with “jesse the ass eater”

[itsoldjohn]

that’s your name that I gave you in 1967 when you :^))))))) y’know

[mizzyokoono]

H A

[mizzyokoono]

The 7th of February, 1964;;

xnowhere-man

     It was just Yoko's luck that she had moved back to her home of New York City in time for some of the worst traffic she had ever seen here in all the years she had lived here– starting with the end of WWII up until she separated from her first husband just two years prior– now she had a second husband and a small 11-month old daughter. Despite the fact she had never driven a car, traffic made her terribly angry with the cluttered streets and fumes in her face. Not to mention, teenage youth littering the streets as they had screamed endlessly at the foot of the Warwick Hotel!      All of this commotion, and for what? A rock and roll band from England?      It had also just been Yoko's luck that she had unknowingly bumped into one of those mop-topped hooligans head-on as she had been on her way to Central Park for some fresh air, her bag falling to the sidewalk as her notebooks and things had spilled out, letting out a slight wail as she had fallen backwards to the ground, her thick raven hair flipping over to cover her face as she hit the pavement. "Sorry!"

[yokos-my-favorite-beatle]

Fall, 1960.

Yoko at her Chambers Street loft in Soho with her first husband, Toshi Ichiyanagi (at the piano), and composer Toshiro Mayuzumi. Yoko had asked some friends to paint the loft in exchange for using it as performance space. “Everyone was lazy and didn’t get around to painting it white,” she said later, “but i got used to the gray.”

Photo by Minoru Niizuma, courtesy of Yoko Ono.

[mxjennylennon]

EVERYBODY, EVERYWHERE, INSTANT KARMA AFTERMATH YOKO ONO WITH BEATLE LENGTH HAIR!

THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

[mxjennylennon]

Yoko Ono, Sunday, on the 11th of February, 1968– before she had officially started her relationship with John Lennon, was taken to a session by him for the first time and introduced as a friend who wanted to come see; on the day they recorded for Hey Bulldog, just before they all went to India.

[mxjennylennon]

Yoko Ono’s younger sister, Setsuko Ono. Yoko cared for her in 1945 when she was just four, and her brother Keisuke who wasn’t much older when they were left alone as their mother went out to get them food as they lived in the countryside after the USA bombed Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

[misanthrope1993]

John Lennon at the opening of the Apple Tailoring Boutique in 1968.

[mizzyokoono]

me watching a beatles movie: this is so corny

*watches 200 more times*

[mizzyokoono]

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

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Simply nodding you’re welcome, Paul went to cook soup as thoughts started to fill his mind once again. Was this going to be in this way for all of his life? Apparently. Not even feeling himself quite able to breathe properly once he is alone, he reached over to open the window a little— freezed for a while with the thought of his friend, and how she had probably touched this a hundred times before. God. He turned back to focus on the soup and brought a bowl to pour the soup in, put it on a tray with a piece of bread and a glass of water as he put it on the coffee table in the living room. “Here. Finish all of it.”

[mizzyokoono]

Yoko hadn’t made eye contact anymore, keeping her head to the ground, as looking up at her surroundings would only trigger her fond memories and remind her that her wife sat in a coma in the hospital, not sitting here with her. She nodded calmly, going to sit criss cross on the soft carpet in front of the coffee table, going to eat the soup as her hand still trembled slightly, though had eventually stopped.

God, it was already two in the afternoon. Maria would be home soon, and then not too long after, so would Sean.

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

Attempting to take a deep inhale, his gaze glued on his lap as he started to think about Linda and the kids back at home for a moment. He saw Linda was quite sad as well, how was she doing now? Though, he wouldn’t worry about her, she was the strongest one he had seen in his life. Unlike him.

His eyes flickered up at Yoko as he saw she was eating, then it turned to his lap once again. Even sitting on a sofa his friend did sit was making Paul more devastated than he already was.

"When will the kids be home?"

[mizzyokoono]

Yoko had been at the point where she had calmed down, looking up and pulling some of the strands of hair that had gotten loose from her ponytail out of the way of her face so she could look up at Paul, going to speak softly. “Maria’s usually home by 2:45. Sean by 3:15.” She had given a sigh, her face falling a bit. “Sean doesn’t know yet. Maria, however… She insisted on going to school, I was told.”

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

His face fell more as he listened her statements, a hand reached to run through his hair dissmissively. Lord, this was way too hard when kids are involved. “She probably didn’t want to make you take care of her in this hectic situation, y’know.” Voice was all soft as he gave a slight nod before moving his elbow to the arm of sofa, cupping a side of his face as he glanced at the clock. “Though, are you planning to talk with Sean soon or..?”

[mizzyokoono]

Yoko had nodded again in response, taking a sip from the glass of water before putting it back down and going to speak— "Yes. I will. I'll try." God, thinking of what she'd do without Jenny was going to tear her apart. She didn't get very close to Sean, at least not as much as her wife did. She herself played the role of a typical working father, coming home and seeing him at night like she did in the morning before she left to go to her office on the ground floor to take care of the Lenono company. Sure, she had a very good relationship with Maria, but what would she do without Jenny around?

[mizzyokoono]

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

{snip}

Simply nodding you’re welcome, Paul went to cook soup as thoughts started to fill his mind once again. Was this going to be in this way for all of his life? Apparently. Not even feeling himself quite able to breathe properly once he is alone, he reached over to open the window a little— freezed for a while with the thought of his friend, and how she had probably touched this a hundred times before. God. He turned back to focus on the soup and brought a bowl to pour the soup in, put it on a tray with a piece of bread and a glass of water as he put it on the coffee table in the living room. “Here. Finish all of it.”

[mizzyokoono]

Yoko hadn’t made eye contact anymore, keeping her head to the ground, as looking up at her surroundings would only trigger her fond memories and remind her that her wife sat in a coma in the hospital, not sitting here with her. She nodded calmly, going to sit criss cross on the soft carpet in front of the coffee table, going to eat the soup as her hand still trembled slightly, though had eventually stopped.

God, it was already two in the afternoon. Maria would be home soon, and then not too long after, so would Sean.

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

Attempting to take a deep inhale, his gaze glued on his lap as he started to think about Linda and the kids back at home for a moment. He saw Linda was quite sad as well, how was she doing now? Though, he wouldn’t worry about her, she was the strongest one he had seen in his life. Unlike him.

His eyes flickered up at Yoko as he saw she was eating, then it turned to his lap once again. Even sitting on a sofa his friend did sit was making Paul more devastated than he already was.

"When will the kids be home?"

[mizzyokoono]

Yoko had been at the point where she had calmed down, looking up and pulling some of the strands of hair that had gotten loose from her ponytail out of the way of her face so she could look up at Paul, going to speak softly. "Maria's usually home by 2:45. Sean by 3:15." She had given a sigh, her face falling a bit. "Sean doesn't know yet. Maria, however... She insisted on going to school, I was told."

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

ok fine then jamie and. like. jennifer, or something

jennifer is better okay jennifer I like it

[mizzyokoono]

yes! jennifer and jamie very nice

[thepinkestpug]

Complimenting an artistic friend’s work

[cassywinchestertheangel-deactiv]

its so accurate because i have been in both sides of the situation 

[joycemanor]

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[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

please don't name your child Jane. That is like my very least favorite girl name

no dont worry she hates me I cannot

[mizzyokoono]

no paul Jane can’t stop you it’s just a name

[guesswhoitspaul-deactivated2016]

… yes but then she’d talk for like 5 hours until I cry

[mizzyokoono]

yes but you have to endure it for your unborn children paul

[beetlefucker]

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