it was cute

one time a friend of mine programmed a thing called “coke.exe” and all it did was bring up a little pop-up that asked you if you were thirsty for cola and if you clicked “yes” it opened your CD tray and said “here is a cup holder”

anonymous asked:

Hey, can you tell us more about McLennon's trip to Paris for Paul's birthday?

For John’s birthday, not Paul’s.

John got £100 for his birthday, which was A LOT for that time, and he decided to spend all the money with Paul in Paris. They cancelled their concerts and started their trip on September 30, 1961.

Stuart was mad, he believed they had left the group, he said:

“Last night I heard that John and Paul have gone to Paris to play together – in other words, the band has broken up! It sounds mad to me, I don’t believe it…”
—Stuart Sutcliffe, 1961.

They wanted to hichhick from England to Spain and go through Paris, but ended up staying in Paris. They stayed in a cheap hotel, sleeping in one bed. There are some photos about tha trip, some of them appear on the screens during Paul’s concerts, before the gig starts, when the stage is still dark and there are the big screens on with the Beatles photos floating around.

These are the photos:

This photo of John sleeping was taken by Paul. It hangs framed on the wall in his house:


This is a letter including a photo of John from that trip, the handwriting seems John’s to me:

These are some quotes about that trip:

“We got fed up. We did have bookings, but we just broke them and went off.”
John Lennon about getting a trip with Paul to Paris (Hunter Davies, The Beatles, 1968

“Paul bought me a hamburger to celebrate.
I wasn’t too keen on reaching twenty-one. I remember one relative saying to me, ‘From now on, it’s all downhill,’ and I really got a shock. She told me how my skin would be getting older and that kind of jazz.”

—John Lennon about the trip to Paris with Paul for his 21st birthday (Anthology)

“We would walk miles from our hotel; you do in Paris. We’d go to a place near the Avenue des Anglais and we’d sit in the bars, looking good. I still have some classic photos from there. Linda loves one where I am sitting in a gendarme’s mac as a cape and John has got his glasses on askew and his trousers down revealing a bit of Y-front. The photographs are so beautiful, we’re really hamming it up. We’re looking at the camera like, ‘Hey, we are artsy guys, in a café: this is us in Paris,’ and we felt like that.”
—Paul McCartney - Anthology.

John and I went to Paris on birthday money he received from a relative. He must have been fond of me to spend that money. He let me have all the banana milkshakes I wanted.” - Pau McCartney

In this interview John talks about Paris

In this interview Paul talks about the fact that he used to sleep with John in just one bed a lot.

anonymous asked:

Oh gosh. Okay. Hnnnngg imma tell u a lil story. So I had a dream about Sans and the others having a sleepover at my place. And HOLY CRAP Sans looked like ur style (like how u draw Sans)! Alphys brought a shrink gun (like in cartoons XD) and wanted to test it out. But she kinda forgot to warn me and the others that it has a bounce effect so I would be thrown in le air. When Alphys shrunk me I started falling and Sans Caught me in his hands. I just thought it was so cute cuz he was in ur style! :3

twas cute so i drew it with shitty water colours  (my pen like….exploded on me it was bad, hence the ink everywhere)

“There’s flowers growing in my ribcage,” Luna whispered.

Ginny turned around, watching her closely. She didn’t understand. Luna had always said strange things before. But, after the war Luna seemed to retreat into herself, making less and less sense. 

“Do you think they’ll die in there?” Luna asked, hand settling on her chest.

“No, darling. They’ll flourish.” Ginny placed her hand atop Luna’s. 

It was easier to go along with Luna when she got like this. Ginny was always patient, always understood, always bringing Luna back to reality.

“How will they survive?” Luna’s eyes bore into Ginny’s.

Ginny moved closer, stroking her hand through golden hair. She placed a soft kiss on Luna’s temple. Luna smiled, eyes bright, focused.

“Love.”

@sangrites