hi first post. heres george about to die from a nuclear bomb
Sus firmas andan agarradas de la mano / their signatures are holding hands
HE SHOULD BE TUMBLRS SWEETHEART
Abbey Road.
Rule of Rose
Burton "Gus" Guster. Character of all time. His middle name should be "Yes And". He is ride or die but he will kvetch about it. He is literally screaming crying throwing up. He's divorced. He has strong opinions about Pluto. He almost joined a cult. He claims his bestie on his taxes. He can tap dance and sing like a pro. He blogs about marine animals. He has so many niche interests. His bestie had to blackmail his boss to allow him to continue running around solving crime. He accurately deciphered the text message "binshot not lol". He went undercover as a model. He's not over losing the spelling bee as a child. He owns a shirt advertising cold sore medicine. He drove a stolen car to San Francisco to be with his bestie and only turned around 12 times. He's a sympathetic crier.
I don't know if this has already been done, thinking of a mclennon fight club au, where John is Paul's Tyler durden and shows up after Mary's death to help him cope, or just get away from his dad. The quarrymen is the soap company. Optional side plot of Yoko or stu as Marla depending on the time frame, and of course india is when everything comes crashing down. I have no idea how this would work, mainly Paul and John somehow playing 2 instruments while sharing a body. Idk
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Nobody committed to the bit harder then Shawn Spencer. The fact that he could've just come out and told them about his photographic memory and deduction skills on the second day and they probs would've still hired him and taken him much more seriously, but the dumbass bi man chose to continue to pretend to be a psychic FOR 8 WHOLE YEARS is genuinely insane behavior. And don't even get me started on Gus keeping his besties secret for that long, he a real ride or die.
Photographer: okay now get real close to each other, yeah, just like press your faces together a bit. Good, okay, now wrap your hands around each other’s throats. Good. Okay, Paul, stop moaning while I take the shot, would you?
THERES A MOVIE???????
There’s a storyboard animatic for “Nature” on YouTube now
listen (do da doo) do you want to know a secret? (do da doo) do you promise not to tell? (do da doo) woaoaahhh. well im not telling you.
My friends everybody (I'll be making more posts about the stupid shit they say)
John and I did run into some trouble in Frankfurt, Germany… Somehow, the desk clerk at the airport hotel couldn’t find our reservations, and no amount of my pleading could convince him to give us some rooms. I reported the bad news to John, who’d been “hiding” in the hotel lobby by using his old disguise of staring close up at a wall.
“They have no rooms,” I said.
“They have rooms!” he said. “They always have rooms!”
“Maybe you can try?” I asked. “I mean, you are John Lennon. If anybody can get us rooms, you can.”
“I can’t do that,” he said. “I can’t say, ‘I’m a Beatle: give us rooms.’ ”
“John, it’s raining outside. We can’t walk around Frankfurt in the rain all night.”
John sighed and headed towards the front desk to reluctantly play the Beatle card. For the next few minutes, I watched as he and the clerk chatted, occasionally smiled, and at one point even laughed. And then, for some reason, John pointed at me. The clerk stared in my direction, nodding furiously. A few moments later, John came over with two keys.
“I told him you were Paul McCartney,” John said. “That seemed to work.”
It worked, all right. I was given a gorgeous suite with a feather bed and a sauna. A little later, the desk manager sent up a tray of delicious snacks and a bottle of wine. Life as Paul McCartney was clearly good.
But then, early in the morning, John was at my door, looking tired and miserable. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “This place is such a dive. They gave me a bloody closet.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “This place is great!”
John stepped into the suite, surveyed its opulence, and his jaw practically hit the floor.
“I guess the desk manager liked the “fact that I wrote ‘Yesterday,’ ” I joked.
John didn’t laugh.
Excerpt From ‘We All Shine On’, Elliot Mintz
yoko ono pondering elvis trapped inside orb
‘we need more problematic women’ you guys couldn’t handle yoko ono
Animatic/animation meme type thing
something unfinished... blehhh it's ok
Miki Berenyi and Emma Anderson performing at the Campus Club, Providence, Rhode Island, 1991 ♡ Photographed by Christopher Patriarca
me core
at some point during this movie i became convinced that movie!ringo and movie!john were dating and then i saw john's foot on ringo's shoulder and i was like okay so this is so srs...
Mysterious Skin (2004), dir. Gregg Araki