toes.___

Even before he had become famous, George Martin had the aura. He was a tall man, well over six feet, with a fine head of thick, wavy, swept-back hair and dramatic features: a wide, helmet-shaped forehead; long, sloping jawline; liquid blue eyes; and an afterglow of masculine beauty that filled out and crystallized with age. He also conducted himself with such natural deference that every gesture seemed informed by a graciousness and decency beyond him. Nonetheless, for all Martin's personal poetry, at EMI he was something of a joke.

The thug shaker

gimme the shaker dude shake your ass

Take your hands off and shake that shit

Pull your shirt off I know you can shake it

shake it

Yeaaa that’s some thug ass right there

Oh yeah thatll work

they look soooo good here

The Beatles in every Beatles film

"And then there were two"

— Paul McCartney, 1969

... Hi (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

So, Kikuo's 'Twins at the carousel' is trending, and it got me thinking of the bugs, so I made... this.

Many people added like light on the body/bodies in the middle, and this really neat detail of the ones spinning around reflecting on the other's eyes, but, like I explained on my tiktok, that implies a physical presence, right? And I really wanted to emphasize the fact that John and George are gone, so I ditched the idea, just having those two shine on their own.

Also Paul and Ringo are hugging not only because that was the only way to show both of them at the same time without making it awkward, but because they are clinging to each other. They are the only two left, and one day it'll be just one left standing on their own, so, for now, they desperately hold onto each other.

Blaaaah this got too long already XP

Paul and Ringo art separately under the cut because I like how they looked here + John and Geo because why the hell not

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.