Hello everyone, Andsoshewrites here! And as you may or may not know, I started a Beatles slash RPG, called thebeatleworld

And wow. I never realized the writers I'd get. Honestly, everyone is such an amazing writer, and I am so lucky to have the chance to write with them and to have them as a part of my RPG.

But I know there's been some complaint about everything that's been being posted lately in Beatle comms, and I just thought that I'd tell everyone about thebeatleworld. So far we have a Paul (me), John, George, Ringo, Brian, Cynthia, Pattie, Bob Dylan, and even a Derek Taylor.

And I personally think the storyline is great. Everything works out quite well. Here are a list of some of the relationships that have been played in the RP:

John/Paul
John/Brian
Paul/George
Brian/George
Cynthia/Bob Dylan

And of coarse, John/Cynthia and George/Pattie.

We post quite often, and all the NC-17 threads are friends-locked, but you can join just to watch :D/

But, if you want to play, you can. We're currently looking for a Jane Asher and a Maureen Cox. But if you want to be someone else, you may. Just send me an email at andsoshewrites@yahoo.com and read the profile of thebeatleworld

Now, here are the current players:

nemperor as mrepstein
alicia_h as cyn_lennon64
maccas4evrlver as johnwlennon
blut_kruez as george_harri_22 and bob_dylan_1954
hirelk as richiestarr
749_penny_lane as derek_taylor
warning7280 as pattieboyd64
andsoshewrites as jamespmacca

And honestly, each and every one of them to a fantastic job! (Maybe not me, so much as them)

I'll put some snippets of the RP under a cut, so you all can see if you like it :]

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So today started out as the best day ever. I was going to see Ringo! Live! In Concert! With Colin Hay!

I knew it was too good to be true.

So I got the damned email, telling me how the concert had been canceled.

It was not to be rescheduled.

He was coming from Niagara and one of the equipment trucks broke down.

And tonight was supposed to be the first of his American tour.

This sucks.

This sucks more than anything has ever sucked before.

And my friend who was supposed to be going with me wants to take me out, and I can't say no. But all I really want to do is stay home, watch Help! and A Hard Day's Night, and RP all night.

Stupid Ringo and his stupid trucks.

Hopefully I'll get to see Paulie next year.

Damn it. Ugh. This is like, the majorest of all drags.

EPIC FAIL.
DO NOT WANT.
D:

Title: Pillow
Pairing: Paul/Ringo and mentions of Paul/John
Rating: Um. NC-17, just to be safe. But it's nothing, really.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this probably never happened. Probably.
Warnings: Just some good, wholesome, Ringo feeling. And a John/Paul fight.
Word Count: 925
Summary: The pillow beneath his head was thin, reeking of cigarettes and marijuana.
Beta: windowscreen
Author's Notes: Written for beautiful_nite's Word of the week 3: Pillow

I'm grounded till about forever

no computer/cell/housephone/saxlessons/guitarlessons/bikerides/foodandordrinksinmyroom/breathingtoomuch/living

I can almost see you, as if you were never gone. Salvi’s standing by himself in the line for lunch, but I can see you standing next to him, just about a head shorter and both of you laughing about something that happened the night before. I can still hear that stupid laugh of yours. But Salvi’s standing by himself, not talking to anyone. It shouldn’t be like this.

I thought I saw you the other day, I really did. There was some kid standing in the school’s parking lot, and from a distance he looked like you. Same colour hair, but shorter, and he was taller than you. When I first saw him I remember thinking, “Oh my god, Austin got taller.” It was the weirdest feeling, so surreal, and I honestly believed it was you. It was only when the bus got closer did I see that it was clearly not you.  I went from shocked and completely elated to being smacked in the face with reality. My heart sunk, and tears instantly blurred my vision.  I didn’t cry though.

I had a dream a while back that you were brought back from the dead, like a zombie. I think we were at lunch, because we were all sitting around the lunch tables. Everyone was talking and laughing with you, like nothing ever happened, but when I saw you I was so overwhelmed. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t let myself. For some reason I felt as if I wasn’t allowed to be shocked, and I was to just act as normal.

I had another dream about you. I had four small table things with a large drawer in each, filled with belongings of yours. I was going through them, crying. And then you were back, and I had to go talk to you, because I knew what was going to happen. I couldn’t tell you though, it wasn’t like I had gone back in time, it was like a memory. Towards the end of the dream, it was either you had just passed or it was your funeral, and I was there. But you were there too, and I couldn’t decide if you really had died or a character that you played had died, but you yourself still alive. I can’t remember my conclusion (for some reason I feel as if I chose the latter, then woke up realizing I was wrong, or that I chose the latter first then before waking up I realized that I was mistaken). It was a strange dream, filled with all different kinds of emotions. It felt kind of real, except I remember when I was going through the drawers full of your things, I came across a copy of The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper LP, and on the inside there were figurines. It’s strange because I don’t think you even liked The Beatles, but I don’t know. I never asked.

I sometimes wonder what you’d think of me now. We were close when I was at my worst, and I’ve changed a lot since then (most of my transition I owe to you). I just wish you could see me, since you must have thought I was such a depressed freak, which I was. I wonder what you’d think of my new music taste (I bet you would tell me how much The Beatles sucked, regardless if you believed so or not) or what you would think of my newly acquired passion for vinyl. I can never be sure though.

Sometimes I still struggle with the guilt and worry that we weren’t close enough for me to miss you as much as I do, and sometimes it’ll hit me all over again. Maybe I should move on, get over it, but, the thing is, I don’t want to get over it, because I’m afraid if I move on then that means I’ll stop caring and I’ll forget.

I never want to stop caring, and I can say in all honesty that I think about you every single day.

I guess all I really want to say is that I love you and I will always, always be Aunt Fatty.

So right now, as I'm writing this, I'm listening to Octopus's Garden.

On a record player.

Now, it's from their blue collection [1967-1970], but still.

It's probably the coolest thing ever. Besides, of coarse, when my dad first set it up today and the very first album I listened to was the original [The Capital version] White Album.

uigfhgfnmhdfkl.

The sound is absolutely amazing [thanks to my dad keeping such good care of his records]. I mean, listening to the beginning of Back in the USSR with the planes and whatnot, ugh. You just cannot get that sound from a CD or an mp3.

:DDDDDD

And he's got a really good turn table. It uses magnets instead of gears or belts, so you can stop it and play it backwards without hurting the turntable.

So I have in my possession [since my father gave me his collection of about 1400 albums and his turntable {I cried, not gonna lie}] the capitol{which has the original posters in it still, mint condish] and apple version of the White Album [the apple version is his crappy one, so it's thumbtacked to my bedroom wall, as is crappy version of The Jimi Hendrix Expeiriance] Revolver, Rubber Soul, the red and blue collection albums. Sgt Pepper [YES, SGT PEPPER<33], Abby Road, Magical Mystery Tour is somewhere, but I have to find it. I mean, he still has the booklet that came with it. Um, I think that's all The Beatles albums he has. I have. Whatever.

:3

Paul annonced the break up of The Beatles on the 8th anniversary of Stuart's death.
I wonder if they picked that day out as 'the death of the beatles" on purpose...

Title: Situation
Pairing: Paul and Ringo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened [but you can't be sure...]
Summary: When you’re a Beatle, you’re put into all different kinds of situations
Author's Notes: Okay, so this is about 38405498 years late. Actually, more like, two weeks. But it's here, and it's nothing like how I planned it.

( But of all the situations you’re in, some you would never have even dreamed would happen, and most you can never predict the outcome )

But,

Rest in peace Stuart.
June 23, 1940 - April 10th, 1962

Title: A Proclamation
Pairing: Paul/Ringo
Rating: PG13
Summary: I’d scream to the world that you were mine, and only mine.
Author's Notes: Just a fluffly little drabble for beautiful_nite's word of the week: Proclaim
Disclaimer: Never happened.

( There's nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game )

wooo.

Okay, so I SWEAR the drawing itself is much better.
I think.
I don't like the picture of it.
I think I like my Paulie better.

I drew a pictarrr.


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Yaay.

Iconsss!
Yuh!
You can use whatever you want, but please comment and tell me which ones you take and make sure to credit :]
They're all of Paul McCartney
And, these are the first icons I've ever made xD.

Teaser:

( Paul's broken a glass, Paul's broken a glass )

I shall post me review of Across the Universe! woo!

I fear that my generation is the end of The Beatles.

Two of my friends didn't know who John Lennon was.

D:

And one of my friends scoffed at me when I said he was more than just a Beatle.

What? Give peace a chance? Oh no, no. He's nothing more than some dead guy that used to be in some old band.

Ikindahatelife.

There are so many things running through my mind right now. I don't even know.

I wishwantneedlove, ect.

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So I just [as in, a few seconds ago] finished watching Notorious on the Biography channel. It was of John Lennon's death.

I sobbed.

I would have done anything to meet him, but I was born after he died.

My new goal in life is to go see the 'Strawberry Fields Forever' memorial.

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