Through the eyes of a muse

Pattie Boyd- Model, muse, a bit of a photographer and sometimes a wife! Don't fret about coming to me for things love, I don't bite! // Independent Roleplay Blog for the one and only- the lovely Pattie Boyd! I'll add more things like an adequate blurb/thing thing later okay :U

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[[damn 

i really miss playing pattie and i feel like the trauma of my last rp partner for her has passed but at the same time idefk]]

[keith-richards]

Keith in Altamont - requested by anonymous

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"Do you want to hold my hand?"

     “A little.” Pattie admitted softly. George was taking Pattie to meet his parents and while he’d told her not to worry, she was incredibly nervous. In the short while they were together, Pattie had fallen very deeply for George and while she was certain she loved him (and definitely wanted to have a life with him) meeting family was an entire different level of things. A nerve wreaking one at that.       They were less than half an hour away from George’s parents’ home and the closer they got the more nervous Pattie got. “A lot actually.” She said with a soft laugh taking the hand he offered to her.       “Are you sure they’ll like me? I mean, what if they don’t?” Pattie asked, perhaps for the millionth time this week leading up to the visit.

[somethingaboutlayla-blog]

|| will I ever be active on this account? Probably not but what can you do ||

[rpmememaker]

Sad 'n' fluffy RP starters!

“Have you ever been to a funeral before?”

“Do you want to hold my hand?”

“You look like you need a hug.”

“Please hold me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not real. It’s all a dream.”

“Shhh, it’s okay now. You’re safe in my arms.”

“Hold me until I forget.”

“I don’t feel good. Stay with me…”

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.”

“I had that horrible dream again. Can I sleep in your bed?”

“You can’t run from your fears when you’re in my arms.”

“Kisses won’t make it better, but you can try.”

“I’m going to love you until you love yourself.”

“You look like you need cheering up.”

“I need cheering up.”

“The past is in the past. The future is for us. We can’t help what’s gone.”

“You woke up screaming. I figured breakfast in bed was in order.”

“You’re the light of my life. Please don’t go.”

[letsriddlemethislucifer-archive]

If I suddenly stop responding to a thread or an ask:

It’s most likely:

I didn’t see it

My muse at that time is tired out and needs rest

I’m tired and would like a break from the thread for a bit

I’m swamped with other threads or asks

I’m not entirely in that certain muse role at the time

It’s in my drafts and I’m planning to respond to it when I can

I’m having real life Issues and/or other issues with MYSELF

Malfunction in the activities or tags or even skype itself

Not because:

 I’m ignoring it

I dislike your muse

I dislike you

I’m pissed at you

I’m disgusted

You didn’t follow me back

PLEASE remember that you are NOT a nuisance. Just because I don’t reply to messages, asks, or threads at the time; it doesn’t mean I hate you. It just means I’m taking care of other things and am waiting as well to get back to you!

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Yessss this

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[rp-memes]

♥ Want to rp with me? Send some to start! ♥

☁- Our muses in a thunderstorm.

✿- Our muses in a garden.

♫- Our muses at a concert.

☏- One of the muses giving the other a prank call.

★- Our muses looking at the stars.

†- Our muses in a church.

☤- One of our muse’s is hurt.

❤- Our muses are both alone on valentine’s day.

☢- Our muses during a radioactive breakout.

☠- One of our muse’s died, and the other is at the grave. (possibly ghost or drabble)

✈- Our muses on a plane.

▲- Our muses on an elevator. 

▼- Our muses in a broken elevator.

[askbox-dares]

Your muse notices someone hitting on mine. Your muse's possessive side comes out. How do they react?

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↺ {we've never rped before but that should change!}

Send a ‘↺’ to have my muse temporarily lose all memory of your muse.

He lived alone, right? This big, empty house was his and his alone, correct? Sure, it got lonely sometimes, but never before did he want an intruder walking around his house in the middle of the night. What were they doing in there, anyway? Making toast? Whatever was happening, George’s instincts were kicking in and he knew it was either he goes, or them.

"… Who-Whoever ye are, ya better get out!" His voice was firm, though shaky. "I warn ya, ‘m armed..!" Though he doubted he can do much harm with the lamp from a nearby table. It was only to be used for an emergency—like if whoever this women was didn’t get out of his house, now.

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Pattie knew George was more talk than anything, especially when it came to violence, even so, she still worried. When she did lower his arm, a soft sigh of relief left her lips, following his gaze to the photos and things around them.

When the first question left his lips a soft laugh escaped hers, more amused than anything but there was a hint of embarrassment in there mainly out of slight coyness– how did someone answer that?! Of course, Pattie though he was a fantastic lover but the idea of having to say that out loud to her husband, who suddenly didn’t know her caused a light blush to form on her cheeks.

Thankfully, before she even answered George asked something else. “Oh– I’m Pattie Boyd. We met while filming A Hard Day’s Night.” She said pursing her lips at the last question, unsure of how to answer. “Well I don’t know- you were fine before you went to bed. We were getting on as usual and then you woke up and suddenly you started asking me what I was doing in my own house..” Pattie sighed, unsure really of what to do at that point.

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Odd. George fully remembered filming A Hard Day’s Night. He remember the cameras on the train and playing the songs and all that. But what he didn’t remember was seeing this girl on stage ever, let alone at his house in the middle of the night. Not only that, but her name hardly rung a bell. 

“We did?” Eyebrows were now furrowed together, his arm loosening so the lamp hung well below his waist. The weapon had left his memory now anyway, no longer fearful she may retaliate and attack him. But still, his head cocks to the side. A part of him was worried—not for needing self-defence, but rather, how could he forget his own wife?

“Never heard of a ‘Pattie Boyd’ before. And, if you were my wife, wouldn’t you be Pattie Harrison?” Something just didn’t quite add up here. “So, I remembered you before going to bed, yeah? Then… what happened between me going to bed and now to make me forget you?” It was odd, throwing his trust at someone like this, but the least he could do was humour them. Besides, worst comes to worse, he has a lamp.

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Their meeting on set and soon turned romance was one of Pattie’s happiest memories though they were all pretty spectacular. She didn’t recall not smiling while on set. The thrill from being in her first movie aside, every time she caught the eye of the brilliant guitarist caused her heart to flutter- especially when he flashed her that cheeky and toothy grin! 

His question caused her face to fall slightly, she really hoped he’d remember how they met. Even so, she brushed it off, more determined to get her husband to remember who the bloody hell she was! 

His instigating as to why she didn’t call herself Pattie Harrison made her smile sheepishly. “I haven’t gotten used to calling myself that.” She admitted. “We got married only two months ago.” She said matter of factly. “But yeah, that would make me Pattie Harrison.” At his second question she pursed her lips lightly. “If I knew I wouldn’t be trying to sort that out with you! Honestly- I haven’t got a clue. Maybe you fell and hit your head.” She suggested, that could cause amnesia- right? 

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[just-another-beatleblog]

Favourite George pics 14/19

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George Harrison during the filming of Help!, Obertauern, Austria, c. 14 March 1965

Photo: Apple Corps Ltd/thebeatles.com

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↺ {we've never rped before but that should change!}

Send a ‘↺’ to have my muse temporarily lose all memory of your muse.

He lived alone, right? This big, empty house was his and his alone, correct? Sure, it got lonely sometimes, but never before did he want an intruder walking around his house in the middle of the night. What were they doing in there, anyway? Making toast? Whatever was happening, George’s instincts were kicking in and he knew it was either he goes, or them.

"… Who-Whoever ye are, ya better get out!" His voice was firm, though shaky. "I warn ya, ‘m armed..!" Though he doubted he can do much harm with the lamp from a nearby table. It was only to be used for an emergency—like if whoever this women was didn’t get out of his house, now.

[somethingaboutlayla-blog]

Worry was etched on her features, mainly out of fear and concern as to why he didn’t remember her, but more so on if he would actually hit her. Would he? Sure, recently George had been on edge, more so than usual lately but she never thought it would reach this point!

Pattie would worry about that later, for the moment her greatest concern was unarming her husband. Pattie stepped towards him with slight hesitance but mainly undeterred. “George..” Pattie started softly. “This is our home, we both live here. If I didn’t, my things wouldn’t be around the house and there wouldn’t be photos of us all around.” Pattie reached for his raised arm, lowering it slowly. “Just look around, ask me anything that you think only your wife or someone who lives with you would know.” Pattie challenged. Pattie wasn’t sure how to deal with his sudden memory loss but she knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything unless he believed her!

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His arm was easy to bring down. Perhaps it was because his attention was spilled on the photographs lying around, or because his bark was worse than his bite. Whatever the case, the lamp is lowered, and George doesn’t seem to really notice. After searching the pictures for a second longer, his eyes finally fall on the girl. She looked just like the one with him in the photos… but was that really enough to prove they were married?

“Uh…” Dumbly, he doesn’t know what to ask! Something only his wife would know… “—What am I like in bed?” At first, that seemed like the perfect question—only something his wife would know best—but now that it’s left his lips, he really doesn’t think that’s going to be of any help.

“No, no, I mean, uh… What—Who are you? What’s your name? And, more importantly, if you claim to be my wife, how come I don’t remember a lick of you?” Eyes squinting, he still had his fingers wrapped around the lamp now beside his hip, adding on a little head-bob for emphasis. 

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Pattie knew George was more talk than anything, especially when it came to violence, even so, she still worried. When she did lower his arm, a soft sigh of relief left her lips, following his gaze to the photos and things around them.

When the first question left his lips a soft laugh escaped hers, more amused than anything but there was a hint of embarrassment in there mainly out of slight coyness– how did someone answer that?! Of course, Pattie though he was a fantastic lover but the idea of having to say that out loud to her husband, who suddenly didn't know her caused a light blush to form on her cheeks.

Thankfully, before she even answered George asked something else. "Oh– I'm Pattie Boyd. We met while filming A Had Day's Night." She said pursing her lips at the last question, unsure of how to answer. "Well I don't know- you were fine before you went to bed. We were getting on as usual and then you woke up and suddenly you started asking me what I was doing in my own house.." Pattie sighed, unsure really of what to do at that point.

[somethingaboutlayla-blog]

These are actually solid questions

1. First thing you wash in the shower?

2. Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker?

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

4. Do you plan outfits?

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?

6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red?

7. What would you do if you opened your door and saw a dead body?

8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?

9. Three of your current feelings?

10. What are you craving right now?

11. Turn ons?

12. Turn offs?

13. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?

14. When was the last time you cried? Why?

15. If you could be a superhero, who would you want to be?

16. Did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?

18. Favorite movie ever?

19. Do you like yourself?

20. Have you ever met a celebrity?

21. Could you handle being in the military?

22. What are you listening to right now?

23. How many countries have you visited?

24. Are your parents strict?

25. Would you go sky diving?

26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?

27. Whats on your mind right now?

28. Is there anything you want to say to someone?

29. Have you ever been in a castle?

30. Do you rent movies often?

31. Whats your zodiac sign?

32. When was the last time you had sex?

33. Name five facts about yourself.

34. Ever had a near death experience? If so, what happened?

35. Do you believe in karma or predestiny?

36. Brown or white eggs?

37. Do you own something from Hot Topic?

38. Ever been on a train?

39. Ever been in love?

40. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you do it?

41. If you could trade places with any person living or dead, who would you trade places with?

42. If you could shorten your life expectancy by 10 years to become more attractive, would you do it?

43. Whom do you admire and why?

44. What was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

45. You’re walking down the street, you come across a burning building. A woman says her baby is trapped inside, what would you do?

46. If you could choose the future profession of your son or daughter, would you?

47. What was your best experience on drugs or alcohol?

48. What was your worst experience on drugs or alcohol?

50. As your walking down the street you find a suitcase full of money sitting next to a parked car, would you take it?

51. If you found that a close friend has AIDS, would you still hang out with them?

52. In front of you are 10 pistols, 5 of which are loaded. If you survive you’d receive 100 million dollars. Would you be willing to place 1 to your head and pull the trigger?

53. How old were you when you lost your virginity?

54. Do you believe in ghosts, werewolves or vampires?

55. If you could live forever, would you want to?

56. Which fictional movie character most resembles who you are?

57. If you could go back in time, which time period would you visit?

58. If they were to televise a live execution, would you watch it?

59. If you could be the president of the USA, would you be willing to do it?

60. If you could choose the sex of your unborn child, would you want to?

61. Would you rather live longer or be wealthy?

[goodmorning-goodmorning]

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He lived alone, right? This big, empty house was his and his alone, correct? Sure, it got lonely sometimes, but never before did he want an intruder walking around his house in the middle of the night. What were they doing in there, anyway? Making toast? Whatever was happening, George’s instincts were kicking in and he knew it was either he goes, or them.

"… Who-Whoever ye are, ya better get out!" His voice was firm, though shaky. "I warn ya, ‘m armed..!" Though he doubted he can do much harm with the lamp from a nearby table. It was only to be used for an emergency—like if whoever this women was didn’t get out of his house, now.

[somethingaboutlayla-blog]

Pattie could hardly sleep. George had left to bed at some point earlier that night and Pattie stayed up in the living room reading. Though she’d gotten a bit hungry so decided to make herself a cuppa and some toast while she was at it. George’s warning startled her, mainly because she didn’t know he was up but also because she didn’t know who he was talking about. Pattie didn’t hear anyone come in and suddenly got frightened.

Though after a moment she realized he was talking to her! “George what on earth are you going on about? Put that lamp down! It’s Pattie— your wife?” It was hardly time for his antics and this certainly wasn’t his usual sort of humor. If anything this sort of thing was more up John’s alley of foolishness.

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Wife? The word baffled the Beatle’s mind. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t have a wife. Single as ever, he was. Even if he did, it wouldn’t be with someone he had no memory of. This only made George think for a second—just long enough to cause him to freeze up. 

Holding the lamp high above his head, ready to swing down at any second, not a single muscle in his arm could move. Though his eyes had no trouble, looking over the girl a few times before managing to speak. “I haven’t got a wife…” he mumbles before raising his weapon higher. “I’m warning you, if you don’t get out, I’ll-I’ll—!” He wasn’t very good at threatening when so nervous.

[somethingaboutlayla-blog]

Worry was etched on her features, mainly out of fear and concern as to why he didn't remember her, but more so on if he would actually hit her. Would he? Sure, recently George had been on edge, more so than usual lately but she never thought it would reach this point!

Pattie would worry about that later, for the moment her greatest concern was unarming her husband. Pattie stepped towards him with slight hesitance but mainly undeterred. "George.." Pattie started softly. "This is our home, we both live here. If I didn't, my things wouldn't be around the house and there wouldn't be photos of us all around." Pattie reached for his raised arm, lowering it slowly. "Just look around, ask me anything that you think only your wife or someone who lives with you would know." Pattie challenged. Pattie wasn't sure how to deal with his sudden memory loss but she knew she wouldn't be able to do anything unless he believed her!