#john wtf

[blacksalander]

Tower Prince Kiriona Gaia

Tower Prince Kiriona Gaia the First, her Divine Highness, First Lieutenant of the Cohort, Emperor’s Life Guard and saddest girl in the whole entire world

[heartsinthebasement]

14 January:

“On their way out, they signed McBean’s visitors’ book; playwright Terence Rattigan had been the first signatory of the year. They wrote, ‘Paul McCartney-a Beatle! John Lennon-another Beatle, George Harrison-likewise, Ringo Starr-same again?’”

17 January:

“We were right at the front of the balcony, looking over the left-hand side, almost over the top of the stage. Whilst I was tapping my foot to the music, my shoe slipped off, over the balcony and onto the stage, hitting John Lennon on the head! There was no alcohol in those days, just bottles of Coke, and he poured his Coca-Cola from this bottle into one of my shoes and proceeded to drink from it! I’d just paid 29/ 11 for them!”

— The Beatles 1963 by Dafydd Rees

[accidentalarsonis7]

So... They redesigned Cantus

[bigdogentwistle]

John Entwistle killed somebody?

Rick Wakeman was talking about a conversation he and John had:

John: You know, I think a guy climbed in my cabinet once.

Rick: Oh? What makes you say that?

John: I was playing, then I looked behind me and saw blood flowing out of my speakers

Rick:....alright....Then what did you do?

John: turned up.

Rick: okay.

[spooprntrl]

I want to die.

But a tender death, and NO ONE making chewbacca noises

[morphokal]

MAG 78 really be- fine, fine. FINE, fine, no, fine.

[scouscr]

❛ you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger . ❜ ( matthew no. )

[dangerous sentence prompts] | @cthlicdevil

Of the myriad of thoughts that swarm around in his head like demented bees, one, sobering reflection stands out; what the fuck was he doing?! Had he not decided, ever since that day, to stay well clear of firearms? Apparently forgetful in this regard, he is not sure what fact should repulse him more -- that he was about to threaten a blind man at gunpoint, or that the hand which held the accursed death-dealing tool remained rocksteady throughout.

“...C-Christ!” Coming back to his senses with whiplash-like force, the brit immediately drops the gun, acting as if it had suddenly become too hot in his grip and chooses instead to pile his hands upon slightly askew tufts of blond hair. Overwhelmed with guilt, John gasps in awe, fragile mind trying desperately to work through the processes that had allowed this harrowing moment to come to pass. Unsurprisingly, for such a short time, he uncovered nothing, and so, in defence of himself, he rasps; “Jesus...! I’m.... I’m so sorry!”

[bigdogentwistle]

What does he think he’s doing