Now I Just KNOW One Of Yall Screen Recorded Charlie Rowes Story When He Did Those Which Blank Am I Filters,

now i just KNOW one of y’all screen recorded charlie rowe’s story when he did those which “blank” am i filters, so pls hand them over i beg of you 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Joe catching you singing in the shower and you're all embarrassed but hes like babe I'm in love with you even more now 🤧

you don’t even notice that he’s there until he starts singing along with you. you jump so high that you have to grab the shelf, screaming. “shit, joe! don’t do that!”

he giggled. “you sound good, babe.”

“that’s so embarrassing. get out and don’t look at me for six hours.”

he threw his head back in a loud laugh and you could hear his belt buckle jangling, so when he pulls the curtain back to step in with you, your hands are already covering your face.

he pouted, cooing softly and grabbing your wrists, pulling your hands from your face. “hey. you know that i’m in love with you?”

“yeah,” you said quietly, his smile making your own grow.

“then you should know that listening to you sing like a crazy person makes me love you even more,” he chuckled, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

I just love this.  It’s Australian fangirls being tragic because the beatles are leaving and might never come back. 

Interviewer: What are you going to do now? Fan: Go home and cry!

Interviewer: *talking about other stuff* Fan: George is beautiful, fair dinkum

First sentences from Queen songs 

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five’s a crowd [ the beatles x reader ] part one

summary: You’re two seconds away from strangling John, three from a total breakdown over midterms. Paul won’t stop using up all the hot water in the mornings and George is determined to beat him there one way or another, godammit. Ringo doesn’t deserve this clusterfuck. And you all live together in a shitty, shitty apartment. 

prompt: not really, but egged on by this post from @weall-love-ina-yellow-submarine​ warnings: this is pure crack. no plot. just something that i birthed out at one am aka prime kal writing time. queen reference if you squint

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so… this is gonna be a crack series. modern college au. y’all live together bc why the fuck not. 

“FUCKING MCCARTNEY!”

The shout echoes through the apartment and immediately gives you a migraine. You groan and press your forehead to the paragraph you’ve been trying and failing to read for the past ten minutes. John sips his tea, not even looking up from his phone.

Bare feet sound on the floor, louder and louder (Jurassic Park, your brain supplies wildly) until George bursts into the kitchen pissed, wet, and arse-naked save for a tiny towel around his waist.

“Where the fuck is he?” George seethes, practically vibrating where he stands. You make eye contact with him, look down, and then try to look anywhere but.

“Uh.”

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