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My shadow waiting on me to finish the dishes and pay attention to her. (She's sooooooo neglected.)

"You'll never know how what sort of love they had for each other"--my favorite part ❤️

Mike: I saw the ‘Lennon’ play before I came over here and Our Kid comes out of it a wet and rather weedy character, which is absolute bullshit, you know.

Int: Not long after John died, I heard that at a showing of ‘Let It Be’, the audience booed Paul…

Mike: Tragic. That really is tragic because you’ll never know how what sort of love they had for each other. You didn'tneed to put it into words. So it’s sad. And I found the ‘Lennon’ thing, the ‘Lennon’ play in Liverpool, it’s equally sad in the fact that it wasn’t like that for one. They had a healthy regard for each other. John, in his own inimitable style, was like a brother in many respects…trying to tell Our Kid things and communicate with all his things, but you know, Johnny chose, ‘cause that’s the way he was, to put it in public. He chose to wash his dirty linen in public. But you’ll notice Our Kid never answered back, never replied because just as John has his right to do it his way, Our Kid also has his right to do it his way. But it doesn’t mean just 'cause you don’t get in a ring that you’re not–it doesn’t mean that you’re a coward.

I picture it soft and I ache

I didn't like the Gabriel/Beelzebub story. I know it's meant to parallel Aziraphale and Crowley but Nina/Maggie already does that much better. Besides I think it detracts from Aziracrow Endgame by having two of the most powerful supernatural beings on opposite sides fall in love first. 🤷🏻‍♀️

No, no, no, no, no. No, no. 6,000 years and all I get is 'you go too fast for me, Crowley'. And now there's a naked man in our bookshop! I hope he enjoyed dining at the Ritz! (I'm gonna go feed the ducks. Hmmph.)

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How they aren't locked in the throes of passion at that moment is simply beyond me. John wants to devour that neck. Lounging on the floor, their bodies pressed together, good thing they remembered there were people around or they might've had a lot to explain at their next press conference. Or not, if anything maybe that would've made things clearer to everyone.

A million '60s women had their hearts shatter when they saw this photo, then wrote in their diaries that instead of fucking John or Paul, their new obsession was to watch them slowly worship each other until they were both panting, exhausted, and fully satisfied (which would then be incorporated into their next single--it was John & Paul, after all.)