Oh Yeah I Almost Forgot I Made This A While Ago Because I Wasn't Feeling Sad Enough Or Something Ig (it's

Oh yeah I almost forgot I made this a while ago because I wasn't feeling sad enough or something ig (it's a very bad edit sorry lol but thought I might as well post it anyway just in case anyone wasn't feeling sad enough!!!)

For the WIP ask meme: would you like to share a little more info about the 1980 multi-chapter fic?

Yesss absolutely :D This is the one I've been working on the most recently!

Here's the (subject to change) fic summary: Throughout the seventies, John writes letters to Paul to let out all of the things that he can never actually say. He never intends to send them, of course. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have addressed them and put the stamps on, although in his defense, how was he supposed to know that Sean would go through his drawers and decide to put them in the mailbox?

Here's a snippet:

Paul’s gaze lands on him and John sees the moment of shock – he jerks backwards a fraction, his lips parting abruptly as if to yell, but nothing actually comes out. He snaps his mouth closed with a sharp click of teeth and stands up quickly, steps closer. Paul stares at him. John stares back. A branch from the bush is digging roughly into his back, another scratching his arm quite painfully. “John.” Paul takes another step closer, right in front of him now. “Why, pray tell, are you crouched in my hedge?” “This is hardly a hedge,” John responds, as if there’s nothing odd about the situation, as if he doesn’t look like a complete idiot and some kind of crazy stalker to boot. “If it were, you probably wouldn’t have seen me. Hedges are thicker than this, you know.” For some incomprehensible reason, Paul allows himself to be distracted despite how transparent John’s deflection was. “It used to be bigger! Our gardener moved away a while back and I haven’t hired a new one yet. Think it might just be dying.” “It’s still not a hedge. If your gardener told you it was, it’s a good job he’s gone, can’t have been very good.” “Well maybe you ought to take care of my garden, what do you say? Since you’re such an expert and all.” “What do you think I was just doing?” John returns easily, using the opportunity to rise to his feet while he gives the bush an exaggerated showy pat. “Though, if you want regular service, you’d better be paying well. I don’t come cheap.”

I am obsessed with fictional guys being really weird about each other. Hard at work in the plausible deniability mines. You know those pairings who would jerk each other off before they'd kiss

john releasing (just like) starting over and then dying is one of the top ten most fucked up things to ever happen btw

“We hope this email finds you well” babe, the only emails I hope find me well are the ones from Archive of Our Own

I should be asleep but I can’t stop thinking about Ram and John’s reaction to it. If we Assume, as 90% of the world does, that there was nothing sexual/romantic between them, then both of these things (Ram itself and John’s reaction) make no sense. Ram is not cruel in its lyrics, not really, but throughout the whole album runs this very interesting thread of almost-but-not-quite taunting self-satisfaction. As someone else said, it’s very “my wife and I are having a great time off by ourselves.” But Paul is a smart man and he knows John Lennon will see it as a taunt. So that makes it a taunt.

But again, this doesn’t make sense if John and Paul were simply besties. If they were, Paul wouldn’t feel the need to implicitly tell John that he has a wife now and doesn’t need John anymore to make good music and good love, and John wouldn’t have felt so abjectly hurt (and dare I say jealous) by it.

Also there’s a part of this interview from 71 where someone asks John about Ram and that part is interesting but y'all have been SLEEPING on the last part of that question, when someone follows up with “and don’t you have a song on your new album that could be seen as a response to Ram?” And John’s like well yeah, you could see it as a response to this, or it could just be about a chick I used to know, wink wink.

Bruh. Why u always comparing Paul to women in relation to yourself. It’s like you’re literally asking people to ask you if y'all ever fucked.