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Currently low activity blog. Available more often at argivebeauty. "I behaved throughout my life and reacted to situations as I did because of the way I had been brought up. We all do; it's human nature. (...) We are all the products of our upbringing." (Obviously a RP blog. Check the /policy page for further info.)

[voguecovcr]

Layla says goodbye today

It’s been very fun (and sometimes stressful) to write as Pattie for the past 6 years (!!!), but it's time to admit that I won’t be coming back to this blog. It has come to a point that I’m no longer comfortable writing as a real person, though I’m not judgmental about it like a vast majority of the RP community. I just feel more at ease in my new blog, so if you want, come find me at @argivebeauty

[georgeharrisonbeatle]

You have absolutely no right to write George and take on his personality and identity. You’re a disgrace to all other roleplayers who know of the rules. What gives you the right to believe you are George? You should just delete your blog before tumblr does. They will because they did the same to another blog. Their guidelines state clearly that it’s prohibited to steal identities!

[  ooc  ]

Not sure if you’re Aug or not, but you certainly have similar tendencies, because she also went well out of her way to send anon hate to my friend for a number of years and also myself. At this point, though, I’m beyond the point of caring what others believe about this sort of thing. I know it makes other people uncomfortable when it comes to real person roleplaying. I’m fully aware of that, but these people have the option to not interact or follow this blog. If you’re genuinely offended by my roleplaying George, kindly come away from my blog, because no one is forcing you to linger here and involve yourself with something that you clearly do not agree with / like. I will not stop writing George, because this is an escape for me — this is one of the only accounts I have that I find any joy in these days and it has always been a place for me to share thoughts and feelings on the man himself, as much as it has been a place for creativity. I don’t take kindly to anon hate and I can honestly say it’s been a number of years since I last received any. 

I am taking this as hate because you are hiding on anon as opposed to coming to me directly to voice your concerns. If you had done that, we could have had this conversation in private, but in sending your opinion his way, you’re forcing me to reply publicly and I favour the opposite. Please do not send me messages in this way again. If you want to talk to me further on the matter, feel free to send me a direct message, but note that my activity on this account will not change. I am not going to stop writing George because there are those who disagree. I connect with the man through this medium and I find great joy in doing so; it brings a lot of peace. I have never been someone who disgraces his name and will never be. My writing on here is carefully planned / plotted and never intended to cause discomfort of any kind. If you are affected by it, I do urge you to stop giving attention to this blog. I’m not holding you here, nor making you read anything that I write. Take care.

[voguecovcr]

I had no intention of logging into this blog for an indefinite amount of time but I had to come back to add my two cents to this because my beloved Lisa-Marie is way too nice to give this kind of comment the answer it deserves.

I actually have a few questions.

1. Who died and named this anon role-playing police?

2. If you are so certain that Tumblr is taking action against these blogs, why bother sending these hateful anons?

I am inclined to think that it isn’t Aug this time because I’ve seen this message in other blogs outside her lunatic obsession, unless she chose to expand it, but nonetheless it must be a sad life you have, whoever you are, if you can find nothing better to do with your time than to bitch about other people’s source of entertainment.

Or, if that’s what you want to do, don’t be a pussy and at least put a link to backup your claim, because anon hate just shows you’re too embarrassed of saying what you’re saying to put an identity behind your words

Turn off your WiFi for a minute and go get a job or something

[voguecovcr]

Also let me add that it's at least laughable to claim that this is "stealing his identity" like, do you think the writer is expecting people to believe that she's George Harrison's spirit blogging from heaven????? Have some sense ffs

[georgeharrisonbeatle]

You have absolutely no right to write George and take on his personality and identity. You’re a disgrace to all other roleplayers who know of the rules. What gives you the right to believe you are George? You should just delete your blog before tumblr does. They will because they did the same to another blog. Their guidelines state clearly that it’s prohibited to steal identities!

[  ooc  ]

Not sure if you’re Aug or not, but you certainly have similar tendencies, because she also went well out of her way to send anon hate to my friend for a number of years and also myself. At this point, though, I’m beyond the point of caring what others believe about this sort of thing. I know it makes other people uncomfortable when it comes to real person roleplaying. I’m fully aware of that, but these people have the option to not interact or follow this blog. If you’re genuinely offended by my roleplaying George, kindly come away from my blog, because no one is forcing you to linger here and involve yourself with something that you clearly do not agree with / like. I will not stop writing George, because this is an escape for me — this is one of the only accounts I have that I find any joy in these days and it has always been a place for me to share thoughts and feelings on the man himself, as much as it has been a place for creativity. I don’t take kindly to anon hate and I can honestly say it’s been a number of years since I last received any. 

I am taking this as hate because you are hiding on anon as opposed to coming to me directly to voice your concerns. If you had done that, we could have had this conversation in private, but in sending your opinion his way, you’re forcing me to reply publicly and I favour the opposite. Please do not send me messages in this way again. If you want to talk to me further on the matter, feel free to send me a direct message, but note that my activity on this account will not change. I am not going to stop writing George because there are those who disagree. I connect with the man through this medium and I find great joy in doing so; it brings a lot of peace. I have never been someone who disgraces his name and will never be. My writing on here is carefully planned / plotted and never intended to cause discomfort of any kind. If you are affected by it, I do urge you to stop giving attention to this blog. I’m not holding you here, nor making you read anything that I write. Take care.

[voguecovcr]

I had no intention of logging into this blog for an indefinite amount of time but I had to come back to add my two cents to this because my beloved Lisa-Marie is way too nice to give this kind of comment the answer it deserves.

I actually have a few questions.

1. Who died and named this anon role-playing police?

2. If you are so certain that Tumblr is taking action against these blogs, why bother sending these hateful anons?

I am inclined to think that it isn't Aug this time because I've seen this message in other blogs outside her lunatic obsession with the Harrison estate, unless she chose to expand it, but nonetheless it must be a sad life you have, whoever you are, if you can find nothing better to do with your time than to bitch about other people's source of entertainment.

Or, if that's what you want to do, don't be a pussy and at least put a link to backup your claim, because anon hate just shows you're too embarrassed of saying what you're saying to put an identity behind your words

Turn off your WiFi for a minute and go get a job or something

[voguecovcr]

so uh my muse for pattie has been kind of.... slipping away from me? I've been writing as her for about 6 years so I'm not like deleting but this is probably a hiatus/semi hiatus notice?

[queenrecluse-deactivated2025062]

a mug that just says “don’t talk to me until i’ve fucked your wife”

[voguecovcr]

@derekschords

[voguecovcr]

roses r red violets r blue sunflowers r yellow i bet u were expecting something romantic but no this is just gardening facts

...........

Pattie could not believe she had agreed to go on a date with this guy just to hear him talking about gardening. It was like dating your grandma. She nodded inattentively as he spoke, dissociating through his entire speech.

‘Fascinating’, she said. ‘Please, go on. I’m listening.’

[voguecovcr]

“I got you a present hurry and open it before it breaks through the box”

The box looked at least suspicious.

  The sentence that followed only made it sound worse. One minute it was static, like a box should be, and the next thing she saw, whatever was inside it began to shake. Every week he came up with something different. He should have had a sibling, Pattie thought; at least he would have someone his age to bring his school jokes to.

‘You know that pulling a prank on your mother is a sin, don’t you? Jesus is watching.’

[fangsharrison]

George was very slightly intimidated at Pattie’s flat. Even the white stucco portico outside with its marble black and white floors on which the rain pattered urgently had made him feel like he was in a palace from a storybook, and now inside, being told to take off his shoes, he felt still more insecure. No one had ever told him to take off his shoes in their house in his life. None of his friends’ parents, not his parents, not even Louise with her snooty homebody husband. This really was how the other half lived… He hardly heard her warning to watch for the cat, busy staring around him at the moonlit rooms. Even in this dimness it was clear that this was a cool, chic and modern flat properly suited to one of these swinging 60s in-crowd girls you see in newspapers, magazines and films and adverts for clothes. He almost felt like one himself. A famous, cool person. Like he’d made it. He smirked briefly in amusement at the stupid thought. He stepped forward to go and take the candle from Pattie, catching a glimpse of her film-star like profile in the twin candlelight before she moved away again into the kitchen, and he made to follow her but noticed as he went to step forward that his feet were still damp with rainwater - his shoes were exceptionally badly made - and a twist of worry in his chest told him not to step onto the pristine tiled floor and leave wet footprints. He was feeling inadequate again and missing home, when something came to his rescue. ‘Er, Pattie-’ George started, not very loudly - evidently not loudly enough for her to hear. Something small and soft had stepped on his foot, and for a moment, with preconceptions about London still at the back of his mind, he thought it might be a rat. But when he looked down he realised that he had forgotten the phenomenon of house cats; it was in fact a scrawny marmalade coloured tomcat which was looking up at him, tail in the air, and rubbing its side against his shin. George let out a small release of breath, feeling as if he had been holding on to it for a while now, and smiled as bent down to pick the cat up. He held it against his chest and felt the way it vibrated against him like all cats do; he’d always found that weird. There was another one, he noticed, sitting on the windowsill with its eyes closed. Now George had a reason to stay in the more forgiving, carpeted bedroom he allowed himself to put down the candle on a coffee table and sit down on the end of a double bed, strolling behind the cat’s ears as it turned circles on his lap and eventually lay down. He smiled, chuckling under his breath when the other cat came over from the windowsill to weave between his feet.

[voguecovcr]

Leaving the guest to his own devices, Pattie carried the candle to her bedroom, resting it at the bedside table with its orange lights dancing over the walls as the flame shifted at its top. Even with the windows closed she could still hear the wind howling outside. Her hands were shivering with cold as she dried the rain away from her skin with a soft towel, before slipping into her warm, dry clothes, soothed by the heavy layers of cotton of her white, long-sleeved t-shirt and her cozy, black lounge pants. The clothes embraced her like a pair of gentle arms. The floor was still cold beneath her feet, and Pattie covered them with socks, looking for a pair that she could offer George, though even the oldest ones appeared too small. When she returned to the living room, he wasn’t there. Perhaps he was still changing, or had already gone to sleep, but nonetheless she chose to stay there, standing by the window and lighting a cigarette as she watched the rain falling over the mass of darkness which the city had become that night. What an odd day it had been. There was a party that night she was supposed to attend, right after her exhibition. Her friends were probably still there, even with the power gone, but she didn’t want to be anywhere but at her place that night. How strange it was, having George there, waiting for the storm to pass. They had just kissed. She never did that kind of thing, kissing a boy and then bringing him to her home. Elsewhere, perhaps, but her apartment was her temple. Surprisingly, though, his presence did not disturb her.

Aside from the rain and the wind, the room was taken by the most absolute silence. Pattie heard no noises coming from the guest bedroom. Tired of looking out the window, she poured herself a glass of scotch at room temperature, allowing the liquid to warm her body as she drank it, replaying the evening in her mind as she sat on the couch, swirling the drink in her cup. If he wasn’t almost a stranger she would have knocked on the bedroom’s door to go kiss him again. She had captured a perfect picture of him in her thoughts after they’d kissed, during a brief moment that his brown eyes shone through the darkness with an alluring innocence, but Pattie interrupted her train of thoughts before long. She didn’t want to think about that, not while he was there. He was a beautiful boy, and he had accepted her, but he was there because the trains weren’t working and he had no choice - it would be shameful to take advantage of that.  Soon, in the midst of those reveries, she recalled the redheaded woman. Her cold green eyes. The diplomatic snarl she wore on her lips. A somber expression appeared on her face, quickly disappearing once she heard the sound of a door opening as Chestnut meowed, walking out of the guest bedroom, followed by George. ‘I thought you were asleep’, she said, smiling. Deep down, Pattie was still agitated. It had been the first day of her exhibition, after all, even if things didn’t go according to plan, she just wanted to stay up and talk. ‘Do you drink?’

[melbrooks]

jenny boyd in india, 1968

[thosefour]

Starter for @voguecovcr​  !!!

   Back in California, the band Elmo had been playing for definitely wasn’t big enough to have a photoshoot. The drummer had been sent out to some studio to have photos taken of him for Exclaim! Magazine’s upcoming edition featuring an interview with Beetlemoth’s fill-in drummer. He was told, rather urgently, by his new manager not to mention Linus’ entry into rehabilitation, because he would certainly be asked. The lines, “he’s taking a leave of rest” and “he will be fine” had been well-rehearsed, audibly repeated back to the fretful man before he was sent off. Keep it well ambiguous, and well-ambiguous it would be kept. The last thing he wanted to do was upset his new boss, let alone his new bandmates. Maybe he’d be exiled from the country. Who knew. He sure didn’t. He didn’t know a lot of things about England. ‘Was scooped right up before he had time to study. He was particularly worried about the etiquette when he should have been worried about the fashion. People around here, at least where he had been staying, didn’t commonly walk around in terribly gaudy, “dad-on-vacation” tops. That’s what Donovan called it. You’re not in Hawaii. But he looked good in the thing; an off-white button-down with the sleeves furled up to his elbows, littered with baby pink & yellow hibiscus and bright green foliage. The only thing regular about it, the only thing better suited for the times was his chipped black nail polish and worn-out combat boots. The chain on his jeans trousers. The British called them trousers. The British called him lost. He walked past the studio several times before being informed, rather embarrassingly, by a person on the streets that it had been right behind him.

The receptionist at the desk told him where to go, and so he did what he was told. This newfound sense of direction, despite how simple it was, restored his confidence. Brought that stride back to his step. He had broke out in a bit of a sweat by the time he actually arrived where he was meant to, greeted with the likes of a blonde, seemingly student-aged girl. She must have been some sort of assistant.

“Excuse me, miss,” Miss—that’s polite, Elmo. Good for you. “Do you know if the photographer left? I’m running a little late,” and he flashes her a charmingly dimpled, beared-smile, his hand beneath dark, unruly curls to dab at the sweat lining his brow with the back of it.

[voguecovcr]

Five, ten, fifteen minutes had passed and the client had not arrived. Pattie had asked the secretary, but there had been no faxes, no phone calls, no apologies, explanations or cancellation.Working at the studio was her least favorite part of the job. The most inspiring images were always in the outside world--fallen leaves around the trees in a park in autumn, or the waves of the ocean glowing with sun rays during summer. It’s a boy from a band, her boss had told her. That was all she knew, anticipating a dull afternoon at the very least. She was only too familiar with that type. They were always cocky young men, sometimes more arrogant than their talent allowed them to be, who thought so highly of themselves that they couldn’t bother with common courtesies such as arriving on time.  

Impatiently, Pattie stood, drinking a glass of water just to pass the time, shifting her weight from foot to foot until someone addressed her. She turned to look, instantly recognizing the boy from a band. His attire told her that much. Her eyes were quick to observe and envision the photograph before she took it - Pattie needed less than five seconds to analyze him, with minor beads of sweat glowing on his forehead, his hair slightly messed up by the wind, the boots looking old and spent. He looked so confused that she couldn’t even be angry at him for the delay. ‘If dissociating counts as leaving’, she answered, ‘then I have left about a hundred times’.

Upon those words, the lighting assistant giggled quietly. She had heard similar questions many times before - people naturally assumed that she was an assistant, either due to her age or her appearance. Perhaps both. Even when she was dressed professionally, in a combination of crimson and white skirt suit, with her hair perfectly tied back and small heels, comfortable enough to walk on but presentable enough to keep an elegant figure. It wasn’t her style, but it was her job. As they stood facing each other, they looked like two creatures from entirely opposite worlds. ‘Oh, dear, you’re sparkling’, she commented, mercifully, her eyes fixated on the sweat on his forehead. ‘Hurry up, the makeup artist is waiting in that room right over there’, said Pattie.

[voguecovcr]

like this post if I owe you a reply? I know I owe a few but I may have lost track of one or two

[be-artistic-deactivated20230306]

[voguecovcr]

@derekschords

[voguecovcr]

SORRY ABOUT THE REPLIES I HAVEN'T WRITTEN YET THEY WILL ALL COME....EVENTUALLY..MMMM

[magnoliamemes-deactivated201906]

Animals and pets,  sentence starters

“Can we get a dog?”

“Oh my gosh, look free kittens can we get one PLEASE?”

“I’ve never ridden a horse before, how do you make it go?”

“I-Is that puppy for me?”

“CHICKENS ARE AFTER ME”

“Whatever you do, don’t make the goose mad”

“IS A TIGER REALLY CHASING US RIGHT NOW?”

“B-BEAR!”

“How dare that peacock try to be more beautiful than me”

“Aw. Can I Pet them?”

“HE BIT ME, HE BIT ME IN THE BUTT”

“Look, look! The birds are hatching”

“A SNAKE,  RUN”

“I got you a present hurry and open it before it breaks through the box”

“It looks like he/she might be hurt. I want to help them,  poor little thing”

“I need to stop bringing home every stray dog you meet. MOST of these ‘strays’ still have collars”  

“No way, not another pet”

“But it’s so cuteeeee c’mon look into those adorable eyes. How can you resist them?”

“Okay,  one pet and that’s it”

“LOOK OUT FOR THE ELEPHANT”  

“If I see one more ostrich I’m going to lose it”

“It just followed me home, stop giving me that look”

“Nature is both beautiful and terrifying”  

“If I see a rat I’m going to scream SO loud”

“Good dog- no wait BAD DOG. OW BAD DOG”

“WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE PIGEONS?”

“I had a mishap with a porcupine  stop LAUGHING”  

“How can something be so cute and yet so ugly at the same time?”

“Seriously I don’t know what that bull’s problem is”

“that kangaroo wants to throw down but I don’t think I can take him”

“Cats are so cruel. You just want to give them love and affection and they turn around and scratch your face”

“Um. Your goldfish isn’t looking too good and by that I mean I think it’s dead”

[voguecovcr]

@dhaniandtheheartbreakers

[robinshcerbatsky]

[brandiglanville]

[xmelodicwingsx---a---deactivate]

Okay here’s the drill, I usually do one of these every year for my Tumblr anniversary (April 3 ). If you’re not tagged, please don’t take offense, it’s hard to keep track of everyone I follow and to know who is active and who is not. But do know that I cherish all my followers/mutuals, without you this account would not have even happened. And this is my LAME way of thanking all of you.

I want to THANK EVERYONE for following this account. I never thought I’d make so many friends, and that I would stay here &&. make this place my new home. I just want to thank everyone tagged and not tagged for being awesome and sticking around.

These are just a bunch of people I enjoy seeing on my dash. Either we’ve interacted a bunch, not at all, or very little; it doesn’t matter. I enjoy everything about your blog and I want you to know that you are loved. THANK YOU for being a mutual, you are all so very talented, and an inspiration to me every day. All of you have developed your muse in your own special way, you make them come to life, and present them as real as possible. That’s some quality content in my book. 

I’d like to thank those who’ve form a friendship with my muse, it means a lot to me that you take an INTEREST in him. I enjoy writing with a bunch of you, or will in the near future. And I am greatful to have so many wonderful people follow this account. THANK YOU and remember that you are loved by Kass / Jellybean. Honestly I don’t care what you call me between those two names.

Continuar lendo

[voguecovcr]

I am so sorry that it took me so long to thank you for the mention in your lovely post. I had not seen it. Congratulations on your blog's anniversary and thank you for remembering me!