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Ask the Glass

Aboard the Royal Iris for their second Riverboat Shuffle, John, Paul, and George have their first encounter with a Ouija board. After it proves to be a bust, John convinces Paul to give it another try later that night and finds the board to be a convenient voice for a ghost less than eager to make itself known. *** “Ah,” he breathes quietly, “now he’s seen a ghost.” When his eyes settle back on the glass, finger stroking one of its deep grooves, Paul’s body sways to a riverboat that no longer carries them. “But I won’t hold you to whatever it uses you to say. Just stays between us and the board, that.”

Happy McLennonween!

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#I've been so eager to post #just some fun little foreplay with a ouija board #john lennon #paul mcartney #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #my shitfic #happy halloween everyone

epiphainie

they're so pretty and so boyfriends here

#gay housewarming party #john in white is my religion #it’s so lethal #god #johnny #macca #mclennon

Please turn Florida man Paul and Lost Vegas John into a real fic, I need their drug smuggling adventures

You mean a fic where the last things John remembers are Harry in his ear telling him to always bet on black, more American dollars than he’s ever seen, then glimpses through headlights of the fading desert? A fic where he washes up in Florida with nothing more than a tape machine to relay the past 24 hours to him since Nilsson’s memory is about as reliable as a drunken goldfish? A fic where the mysterious voice John hears on the tape eventually leads him to the swift inheritor of all his earnings and more American dope than he’s ever smoked or sniffed? A fic where playing Macca the Mule for every touring band that crosses the panhandle has become more dodgy than lucrative and Paul starts to consider that maybe all this hollowed-out recording equipment could do more than just conceal his contraband between counties? A fic where during all those trailer park trysts, maybe John managed to screw Paul’s head on right too, while he was at it? A fic with a premade playlist that I’ve used to immerse myself into the sex- and drug-fueled degeneracy for months now and can be found here for your listening pleasure?

You mean a fic like that?

#i thought it was just my little southern soul that was charmed by it #their auras might be too powerful to put to page #i appreciate the encouragement #this is how i get myself in trouble #i see pics of Florida man paul and can’t leave well enough alone #the lost vegas weekend #mclennon #a hard day’s write

Florida Man Monday

June 1, 2026 / Florida Man Monday #3

#the wife and kids have come down to tampa #so now he has to pretend he wasn’t snorting blow off John’s dick all weekend #in the paper he reads of another local drug bust #and thinks not for the first time that he’ll have to get out of the drug smuggling soon #but he’ll still sneak off that night #bc john doesn’t spend his Vegas big-win earnings so much as he rolls & smokes them #paul mccartney #Florida man paul #he dresses this way in dead winter too

I'm sorry your spotify trick doesn't work anymore. But my friend, It is time to sail the great high seas. Arrr!

#a piracy life for me #for the time being I've returned to ye olde 2007 #and have been looping songs on youtube #this will be my villain origin story

PLEASE can you write more of bright are the stars, dark is the sky, I love it SO MUCH!!! ♡

this convinced me to finally post some of the rewrite I'd been working on months back. at the very least, posting it was better than letting it collect dust in my drive. I do want to make more time for reading and writing again, so I'll do my best to continue it. I'm glad you enjoyed the original and hopefully the expanded version will be as warmly received ❤️

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#ask away #a hard day's write #john lennon #paul mccartney #mclennon

Well, it's official. After nearly a decade, the jig is up. The Green Meanie I used to call Spotify has wisened to my clever ways.

All this time I have managed to bypass ads - and thus coughing up for premium - by exclusively playing songs on repeat. I never even had to suffer an ad in between song selections. As long as I never forgot to hit that wonderful little repeat button, I listened to my ad-free heart's content. Granted, this only worked on desktop, but for me that was enough. It was my sneaky little secret. It was my sole reason for staying $13 richer every month.

But neither Spotify nor hubris can be spelled without an S.

They have officially patched what to them was a bug, but to me was a savior. With a heavy heart - yet once a heavy wallet - I will grieve my years of skirting their greed.

In short, I want to Spoti-die.