i cant wait for dnp to get married and make a golden future for themselves just… lying in bed wrapped in soft blankets and love warmer than anything listening to quiet music and watching the clouds move by their window bc they have to be floating at this point..
It Won't Be Long:
proof that John would be happier if he were dating me (and not dead)
All I've Got to Do:
1963, second song on With the Beatles, nonfiction--all Lennon needed to do was whisper in someone's ear.
All My Loving:
my dad loves this song
Don't Bother Me:
George keeps saying he'll let me know when she's come home... as if I'm not flirting with him right now...
I have fond memories of skipping this song (so why do I know all the words)
Till There Was You:
what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the first time
Please Mr. Postman:
1963, seventh song on With the Beatles, fiction--all Lennon needed to do was, "call [her] on the phone, and [she'll] come running home." (citation: "All I've Got to Do", Lennon-McCartney)
Roll Over Beethoven:
jammin', but inherently flawed because Beethoven was a rocker
You Really Got A Hold On Me:
what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the second time
I Wanna Be Your Man:
that's what literally everyone wants
Devil in Her Heart:
George gets 3 songs on this album and he doesn't get that much love again until Revolver, 5 albums after this one
Not A Second Time:
finding out Paul had another band after the Beatles
Money (That's What I Want):
that's what he wants
The Beatles' heads get progressively smaller...
ok but lik, now i rlly need dat vape au dis cudn't hav cum @ a perf tim
special thanks to @forovnix and google for explaining things to me bc i have never done weed rip
“I can’t believe you’ve never tried weed before,” Yuuri teases as they head into the woods, his fingers squeezing Victor’s. He sounds excited, a little too excited, for Victor’s liking.
He glances around—it’s dark, there’s nobody nearby. Yuuri brings them to a tree and then sits down, digging inside of his coat pocket. His breath is visible in the cold and Victor leans closer, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “We should come here more often.”
Yuuri turns for a better vantage point, his hands stilling in their movements, and Victor slides a hand up to cup his cheek, keeping him in place. They shift closer to each other, and then Victor has one leg comfortably nestled between both of Yuuri’s. “Okay, are you ready? I’ve never used these before, but Phichit said these would be best for you.” He produces two black vape pens from his pockets, holds them in his palm.
“It looks like a flute and a lighter had a child,” Victor notes as he takes one from Yuuri, weighing it in his hand. When Yuuri had casually brought up marijuana in conversation, and Victor had looked at him with wide eyes, Yuuri had been shocked to hear that he’d never experimented with it before. Victor, on the other hand, had been shocked that Yuuri had experimented with it before.
He laughs at that, brushes his black hair back out of his eyes with his hand, and Victor kisses him again, unable to help himself. “Okay, you’re getting sidetracked,” Yuuri accuses, though he’s not pushing him away, just giving him an affectionate eye roll. “Let’s kiss after we’ve tried it. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
“Peer pressure,” Victor scolds, nudging his side. “Okay. What do I do?”
Yuuri instructs him, and then he’s breathing in, letting out a heavy sigh and blinking at Yuuri, slightly off-put by the feeling. “Well?” Yuuri asks, squeezing his shoulder.
“I don’t feel anything,” he says, because he doesn’t.
“Give it a minute,” Yuuri tells him. “Okay, my turn.”
After Yuuri has copied Victor’s motions, albeit with more expertise, Victor blinks a few times. He picks up the pen and repeats the actions he’d done before. A few minutes pass, and then he smiles brightly at Yuuri, who is laughing, bumping his head against Victor’s shoulder.
“You feel it?” he asks.
Victor certainly feels…
A sort of lightheadedness—like painkillers, he thinks. It’s subtle, but euphoric all the same. Yuuri picks up his own pen again and then Victor crawls onto his lap, straddling his hips and kissing him harder, Yuuri’s glasses knocking against his face and their lips colliding messily. With one hand, Victor fumbles to take his glasses off and with the other he grips Yuuri’s side, trying to steady himself.
“It feels good, right? Even better than normal?” Yuuri asks, laughing again.
“Mmm,” Victor agrees, leaning his forehead on Yuuri’s. “We should come out here more often.”
“Let’s do it again,” he suggests, picking up the pen. “This stuff is light.”
A while later, Victor is settled on Yuuri’s lap. At some point, they lose their shirts, and though the air is cold Victor can’t bring himself to mind. They talk for a while before one of them turns to the other and then they’re kissing again, giddy from a concoction of love and weed.
“Tell Phichit thank you from me,” Victor suggests, then nips Yuuri’s neck. His skin tastes different than usual, more tempting, and he can’t get enough. “You taste good.”
Yuuri brushes his hand through Victor’s hair, tugging at the short strands on the back of his neck. “And you feel good. I’ll tell him. I know he and Chris do this all the time, now. Minus… Minus this part.”
“They’re missing out on the best part, then,” he muses, slipping a hand up the other boy’s shirt.
An hour later, they’re lying on the grass, staring up at the stars with the weed forgotten in Yuuri’s coat pockets. Yuuri pillows his head on Victor’s chest and hums happily, looking up at him. “A good first experience, then?”
“I didn’t know I was dating a bad boy.”
At that, Yuuri scoffs, tugging the collar of Victor’s shirt down far enough for him to kiss his chest. “I hope you’re kidding.”
“You also sing physics formulas when you’re bored, so…”
He whacks him on the arm. “Well, I didn’t know I was dating somebody so rude.”
Victor shifts his body downwards to kiss him, chaste. “Yes you did.”