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an OFFICIAL PHOTO for their film The Magic Christian (!!!)

Also right before this was when the Beatles were filming Let It Be/Get Back and Peter Sellers turned up on site to visit. The whole clip is so INCREDIBLY FUCKING AWKWARD I won’t bore you with it but THIS is how he walks in and greets Ringo:

Apologies for the ASS quality but my guy. Like yeah I get it I also want to gently caress Ringo Starr’s cheek and tuck his hair lovingly over his shoulder but sir your gay is showing

then Ringo immediately gets up to get him a chair because everybody else is to stoned to think of such niceties:

And then things get really fucking awkward because nobody knows what to say but as Peter leaves: (!!!)

Fucking okay??? OKAY??? why did we need to tenderly caress each other’s arms in parting? What was the reason??

Ringo in the new stellarrs fic be like:

Ringo really shouldn’t be here. The grass is tickling the side of his nose as the wind brushes through it, and the fleece blanket wrapped around him is heavy with morning dew. He grimaces. He feels damp and humid all over, like a dog left out in a rainstorm. Of course, maybe that’s what he gets for sleeping in the park.

He really should have booked a hotel, only he wasn’t thinking of such things as he stormed through the front hallway of his house. He didn’t even stop to grab his wallet or keys, not with George following him like a lost puppy. He had to get away from George. Maureen too.

He sits up with a groan, lodging his aching back against the mossy trunk of the tree next to him. It’s not fair that at 28 he seems to have stolen the spine of a 40 year old. His mouth opens unbidden into a yawn, and he rubs his hand across his face, feeling day-old stubble scratchy on his cheek. Tears prick at his eyes. He hadn’t thought they would do that to him. Mo, he knew, had not been faithful for a long time. He had elected not to care, because she at least wasn’t rubbing it in his face. Besides. He hasn’t been a saint either—heaven knows she deserves better than the likes of him.

But…

George. It hurts him that she had chosen George. And as for George himself…well. Ringo had known him for years, seen him on tours; he knew what he was like. But he thought George respected him enough to leave well enough alone when it came to Maureen. 

Apparently not. He bites down on the side of his hand, willing himself not to start bawling in the middle of a public park. It’s just one more thing to show him how expendable he is, he supposes.

Suddenly, he feels something poke roughly at his back, and a gruff voice says “Come on lad, up with ye. Ye know ye can’t sleep here; move it along, mate.”

spoilers for SLFM?? 👀

chapter 2 is posting tomorrow, stay tuned 😊

hear ye hear ye read all about it here!

first chapter is up on ao3, have fun lovelies!

Summary:

It’s 1968. The Beatles are bigger than ever—but George is having an affair with Maureen, the band forgot to tell their drummer that they like him, and Ringo is sleeping in a public park because he can’t bear the thought of going home.

Enter: Peter Sellers

(A sort-of Magic Christian AU featuring porn, sugar daddies, and Ringo Starr being thoroughly appreciated)

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Sellers takes a sip of his wine, staring at him over the rim with thoughtful eyes. “I meant what I said, you know,” he says as he replaces his glass with a delicate clink. “Perhaps your current situation is doing you more harm than good.”

Ringo sighs. “They’re my friends though, y’know? I love John and Paul, even when they’re being right pricks to me, and I love George and Mo. Even despite—everything. I’m sure I‘ll get over it eventually; I know they didn’t mean to hurt me. At least—I’m sure George didn’t; he’s thoughtless and young, but he’s not cruel. And Mo…well, maybe she did want it to hurt a little bit, but god knows I deserve it if it does. I just…I don’t know how I can look them in the eyes again.”

A Paul Interlude, a Shopping Trip, and…Something Else???

have fun my lovelies hope you enjoy!!