eric's lovely smile

Shitty borrows Jack’s computer sometimes, that’s nothing new. What’s new is the untitled folder just sitting on his desktop. It can’t be porn. He set up Jack’s porn folder himself. So, he knows it isn’t porn. But who keeps an untitled folder on their desktop?

Jack. Jack Zimmermann keeps an untitled folder on his desktop. An untitled folder filled with pictures and iMessage screenshots of conversations with Bitty. The pictures are mostly of Bitty, though some group shots of SMH and some others are thrown in as well. He has pictures of Bitty baking in the Haus, of Bitty walking across campus completely oblivious to the camera pointed at him, of Bitty doubled over laughing on Jack’s couch. Very rarely does Bitty seem to be aware that he’s being photographed, and yet the lighting is perfect, a calm sort of happiness seems to be radiating off of him. None of them are dated, none of them are titled. Each photo holds a memory of a person in love.

For the first time, Shitty realizes this is exactly how Jack sees Bitty all the time. Like he’s the most precious thing in existence

George Harrison, photographed for Cloud Nine in 1987 by Gered Mankowitz; via Gotta Have Rock and Roll.

George’s nicknames appreciation post, prompted by a previous ask:

  • Hazza (In 1958, when John, Paul and George hung out together very frequently and had nicknames for each other: Lennie, Macca and Hazza, as Mark Lewisohn states in All These Years: here)
  • Hari
  • Georgie [x] (The other three Beatles can be heard calling him that in interviews [for instance, x], Astrid Kirchherr, Klaus Voormann and Jürgen Vollmer refer to it, and Paul as relatively recently as 2005 [x]. George also signed at least one letter to Astrid that way [x]; and it’s also what Ken Mansfield recalls as George’s telegram code name [the other three are Jock, Porgie and Richie, as he remembers, x!])
  • Carl Harrison (Well, not a nickname per se, but George’s chosen stage name for the May 1960 Johnny Gentle tour of Scotland)
  • Geo, a nickname used by his mother Louise (Recalled by Arthur Kelly, in The Beatles - All These Years: Tune In’s extended version… pronounced “Joe.”)
  • The Beautiful One (What the Hamburg exis nicknamed George in 1960, x)
  • George Gretsch, as fans took to calling him after he’d purchased his beloved second-hand Gretsch Duo Jet in 1961 [x]
  • According to the New York Post’s 20 September 1964 issue, he was “called ‘The Bloody Sphinx’ by John Lennon and 'The Great Stone Face’ by Ringo Starr.” [x]
  • When George, Pattie, John and Cyn went on their May 1964 vacation to Tahiti, etc., code names were created for them, as Brian Epstein recounted in A Cellarful of Noise; George’s was Mr. Hargreaves (as in, his father, Harold Hargreaves Harrison).
  • Jack Lumber (George’s clearly Monty Python fanatic pseudonym for “hotels, security (and guitar picks),” as Eric Idle recalls x; when traveling with Olivia in the 1970’s and 1980’s, it was often as “Mr. and Mrs. Jack Lumber”.)
  • “[My] ‘L’Angelo Mysterioso’ credit [for playing on the co-written ‘Badge’] must have been thought up by Eric [Clapton]. I just saw it on the back of the album when it came! In those days, of course, if you played on anybody else’s album or even one track, EMI used to get funny about it, thinking, ‘Oh, the fabulous Beatles publishing catalogue,’ and try claiming royalties on it. So if we did that we always had to make up names. Ravi Shankar used to put on ’Hari Georgeson’ or ’Jai Raj Harisein.’ John [Lennon] preferred ‘George Harrisong.’” - George, Musician, November 1987
  • “[M]y Indian name for him was ’Jáyaraj.’” - Ravi Shankar, Concert for George, 29 November 2002
  • Arthur Wax, George O’Hara, George O’Hara-Smith, Onothimagen, P. Roducer, Nelson Wilbury, Spike Wilbury…for album credits, and in the case of Ohnothimagen, album promo.
  • When George, Olivia and Dhani stayed one night at the Watergate Hotel in Washington, on 28 October 1982, they had reservations under the name ‘Mr and Mrs Tannerhill’ (according to The Beatles Diary Volume 2: After The Break-Up 1970-2001).
  • “[In Hawaii, George was known to locals] “simply as Keoki.” [x]… it’s also one of Dhani’s tattoos: xx.
  • On 14 December 1984, George appeared on stage as a surprise guest with Deep Purple in Sydney, introduced as ‘Arnold Grove from Liverpool’ (a pseudonym he also used for hotels; as well as Rick Veda).
  • Once more for guitar picks, Sir Edmund Wilbury and Nakihama Wilbury (the latter during the 1991 Japan tour) [x]
  • While undergoing cancer treatment Stateside, George apparently checked in under the alias Jorge Arias, a nickname he also used on other occasions (x).

a/n: for anon! sorry it took a while

  • brings you a single rose when you’re feeling sad
  • like he’ll know something is up if you don’t reply to him
  • or if you don’t reply “normally”
  • will gather ur fave foods and bring u that rose to cheer u up bc he luvs u
  • so hardworking i cant (watch his episode on hello counselor if u havent already)
  • really smart too likes to have conversations with u in english
  • the type to give you stationery from his parents’ shop lol
  • “you need a new planner? no need to worry!!!!”
  • *brings u an array of planners*
  • “i don’t need this many”
  • “I know i just wanted to give you options, i’ll take the ones you don’t want back”
  • so smiley i cant
  • helps you study
  • will go through flashcards with you 
  • and super encouraging
  • like he’ll send you a text message before your exams wishing you good luck and sending you good vibes i love it
  • buys you a metamong plush
  • “if you ever miss me, here’s this plush”
  • will spend a whole day with you just to watch pokemon
  • has a list of his fave episodes you two can watch together
  • the type to always have hot packs in his pockets so when your hands get cold in the winter, he can hand them to you to keep you warm
  • probably will learn how to knit if he doesn’t know it already just to make you a scarf
  • snowball fights
  • but he gives up and just makes snow angels and insists you make one with him
  • takes really good care of you
  • brings you take out
  • will clean ur room for you
  • probably knows where everything is more than u bc he cleans ur house for u
  • “do you like me or sewoon more?”
  • *looks are you blankly*
  • “why do you do this to me??? you two are so different!”
  • “just pick one!!!”
  • “i love you both”
  • “you can only have one”
  • “of course i pick you TT-TT”


(Y/n) stared at the training mat in anticipation. The others were messing around, goofily sparring around the room. She stayed back from them, too intimidated to approach any of them. She really wasn’t helping the ‘stiff’ stereotype. She played with her small hands, trying to not catch anyone’s attention. But as her gaze travelled off of the mat and onto one of her instructors, she realised it was too late.

               “(Y/ln)” Eric called, making her eyes widen in fear “Your turn” He motioned his head to the mat, the others turning to look at her with light smirks. None of them believed in her. They all thought she would be the first to go. She was easy to pick on because of her short stature. But what they didn’t know is that she wasn’t as weak as she appeared.  

               “Yeah, come on stiff” One of the boys called, arms crossed over his chest “Or are you too scared?”

               The girl let out a sigh, rolling her shoulders back until she heard a firm click.

               “Never too afraid to take you on, prick” she grumbled, walking towards the mat nervously. She glanced at Eric, loving the way he smiled at her reply.

               “Looks like the kitty has claws” The boy’s friend grinned, backing off to give the two room.

The boy – Alex – sneered at her reply, readying his fists as his friends laughed from the side lines.

“This oughta be good” His friends mused, watching as the two circled each other for a few seconds. (Y/n) evaluated his weaknesses quickly, noticing how he was too focussed on showing off to his friends. She had to take him out quickly, he wanted to drag this fight ought, humiliate her. She wouldn’t give him the chance.

Suddenly she halted, making him frown. She braced her body before sprinting toward him, the boy faltering a few steps back in surprise. He readied his body for her attack, not realising what her true intentions were. At the last minute she dove, sliding underneath his legs. Then as soon as she was at the other side of him she spun around on her heels, knocking his feet out from under him.

Everyone stared at her in shock as she pinned him to the mat, pulling his arm behind his back.

Silence took over the room as the girl panted, slowly raising her head to wait for some sign that the fight was over.

Eric chuckled quietly, walking towards her.

“Nice work sweetheart” he smiled, nodding his head approvingly “Very impressive”

She let out a quiet breath of air, ducking her head down so he didn’t see her blush. She had always shied away from practising with the others, staying behind when they all left for extra practise. It seemed to have paid off.

(Y/n) jumped off Alex, readjusting her shirt before turning to walk away. She heard a mighty shuffling sound behind her as the boy jumped to his feet, aiming a punch for the back of her head. She sidestepped it easily, spinning around on her heel to catch his next swing with her arm. With unexpected strength she pushed him back onto his ass, a slightly smirk in the corner of her mouth.

“It’s over asshole” she mumbled, not enjoying the attention everyone was giving her “Quit while you’ve only got a few bruises”

She walked off, shoulder brushing gently against Eric’s as she left the training room.

Over the next few days (Y/n) started to notice a few things she hadn’t before. Most of them involved her instructor Eric.

He was constantly watching her, finding excuses to help her train. Her heart pounded every time he placed his hands on her stomach or shoulders, adjusting her form. It was innocent enough but she couldn’t deny she was very attracted to him.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one who had noticed.

Four noticed that the man was once again watching the young girl fight, a happy but concentrated look on his face. As if he was contented enough to stay back and not get involved, but at the slightest threat of danger, he was ready to pounce.

“She’s very good” he mused, watching as the girl kicked the side of her partners head in one fluid motion.

“Hmm?” Eric turned round to face him, playing dumb.

“(Y/n)” Four answered, watching as his blue eyes sparked in interest.

“The stiff?” Eric frowned, before shrugging “She’s alright I guess”

Four shook his head in amusement.

“What?” Eric replied stiffly, jaw locked in agitation.

“I just never thought it would be someone as shy and quiet as her. I always thought she would be strong and aggressive, like you”

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s obvious that you like her”

Eric’s eyes widened before he snorted.

“Oh it’s obvious, is it?” he rolled his eyes “She’s an initiate, nothing more”

“Don’t deny it” Four grinned “It’s the classic Beauty and the Beast kind of love story”

“Shut up” Eric grumbled walking away from the chuckling man. The others were packing up, but like most days (Y/n) was still hard at work, sweat dribbling down her forehead as she punched the bag suspended in the air.

“Oh, hi” she whispered nervously when she noticed he was there, very aware of how close he was.

“I was wondering why you aren’t leaving with the rest of the initiates”

“Sorry” she apologised quietly “If you want me to go I’ll-“

“I never said that” he frowned “I said I was wondering why you aren’t going, not that you should”

She let out a sigh, trying to decide if she could trust him.

“Because I’m smaller than the others, I need to put in more work. I don’t want to fall behind. I want to be here just as much as everyone else does, but I have to fight harder to get my chance” she admitted “I feel like I’m at a disadvantage. They’re all much better than I am”

“Bullshit” he answered shortly “You’re better than all of them combined”

“You really think so?” she asked bashfully.

“I’m sure of it”

A small silence fell over the two of them, both finding comfort in the relaxed and almost caring atmosphere. There was something between them, something neither could deny. It was small, but it was there, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

“Come on, you’ve worked enough for today” he held out his hand. He ignored the fact that hers was sweaty gently leading her out of the room. He also ignored the light blush on her cheeks.

It was just a crush. Nothing more. Nothing less.

But no matter how many times he repeated the words, he couldn’t say they were the truth.

This was much more than a crush. Much more. 

George Harrison at Eric Clapton’s preview party (to raise funds for “Crossroads”), Christie’s, 3 June 1999

Photo: Dave Benett

“George Harrison is one of the sweetest, kindest and most considerate men I know. I’ve seen him try very hard to be a prick and each time I have seen him fail miserably.

[…] George’s face is so accustomed to having a smile on it, that no wonder everyone can see the kindliness engraved in his visage. The folds of George’s facial skin just don’t have any practice wrinkling in any other direction. George is too much of a Mr. Nice Guy, as if there can be too much of such a thing in a world so dominated by an absence of Mr. Nice Guys.

George radiates a warmth and love that a fan can take home with him from a seat all the way in the uppermost bleachers of Madison Square Garden (or of any similar arena with bleachers that put you as far away as outside the city limits or so high up that you interfere with the flight control pattern). For me, personally, George radiates a warmth and love that has reached across the Atlantic for more than a quarter of a century.

Running around atop Popdom’s Mount Olympus, I always found George one of the most human, one of the most natural, one of the most unaffected of the superstar gods. I also always found him to be the most composed and the most at one with himself, starting with the part of him still very much a member of a bus driver’s family, a kid from the working class, a baby brother who hit it big. To win a million in the lottery or to earn a million with your talent, you still had to be struck by the same kind of lightning, touched by the same finger of God. George is so giving that, while others in his profession often have to feign humility, George has to hold his in check.

‘There’s something very sincere about him,’ a woman who watched the Dylan Tribute concert on Pay-Per-View TV later told me. 'Just looking at him, I could tell he’s a gentle soul with a very forgiving nature.’

So, I wasn’t just imagining it. Just from watching George on the tube, this woman friend of mine had gotten all the same sweet vibrations that I always had gotten from George in the flesh. Do I have to conduct a survey? Do I have to take a poll? I don’t think I’ll have many challengers when I say most of us are ready to agree George inspires good cheer wherever he goes. What I mean is that everybody - even yours truly - has been a spoiled brat at least once in a while. But not once in the 28 years I’ve known George have I ever seen him (or even heard of him) lose his cool, fly into a rage and throw the type of tantrum too often displayed by George’s egocentric equals in Rock’s Royal hierarchy.” - Al Aronowitz, December 2001 [x]