Oh Look At The Time Its Joe O'clock

Oh look at the time it’s Joe o'clock

sure would be nice to dance barefoot with my lover to tiny dancer by elton john in my kitchen at 12:30 am while we bake cookies..... haha jk......... unless..?

Peter and MJ Deleted Scene!

Some rare photos of George Harrison circa late 1950s.

Could you write a little something about you and George maybe babysitting one of the guys’ kids and George being so cute with them and you both realising you want kinds of your own?? I feel like it would be the cutest thing I need it in my life😩💕

ok I have like 0 maternal instinct so???? Time to go watch videos of kids???????? I hope i did okay???????

plus it’s safe to say I haven’t had much experience asking if someone wants to let me bear their children, so like-

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“John!!” Heather yelled, running down the grocery store aisle towards you.

“No love, I’m George,” your husband reminded her, stifling a smile. You smiled at him, shaking your head.

“I can’t say that!” she cried indignantly, putting her hands on her hips. “Too hard.”

George laughed. “Alright. Did you find the cereal you wanted?”

“Yes! Come look!” Heather said proudly, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the cereal aisle.

You shared a smile with George, who was picking a crying baby Mary out of the cart basket.

“I told you you can’t keep her in there!” you called over your shoulder.

“It’s only because she was next to the milk!” George protested.

Smiling, you shook your head and let Heather lead you. She pointed to a box of... Fruity Pebbles Cereal?

What in the world?

“Mommy lets me have this every day!” Heather told you.

“Really? Your mom lets you have... that?”

“Um, yes! Every day!”

Linda Eastman let her... oh.

You sighed. “Let’s have this check cereal, okay? I’m sorry.”

Heather pouted. “Aw.”

“I know, I know. Hey, guess what?” you asked, clapping your hands excitedly.

“What? What?” Heather cried, jumping up and down, her headband slipping off a little.

“I’ll buy that, so you can have it tomorrow morning before your mom and dad come home, alright?”

Heather squealed, pulling it off the shelf. “Thanks, Yoko!”

You winced. “No, that’s... I mean.. okay.”

Taking the two boxes of cereal, you led her to where you had left George. Who conveniently wasn’t there anymore.

“Hmmm,” you said, turning around. “I wonder where George and your sister and your mommy and daddy’s groceries are.”

“Maybe a girl got ’em,” Heather said seriously, crossing her arms and nodding knowingly.

“No, no honey, I doubt that,” you assured her, but your breath hitched as you spun in a circle. Maybe one of those straggler crazy fans did get a hold of him. Where was he? Was he okay?

“George!” you called.

“Mary!” Heather yelled.

We don’t mind picking up groceries, you had said. We don’t mind. We’ll be okay.

Oh god.

“Miss Y/N!” Heather said suddenly, pulling on your sleeve. “Maybe he’s in the biscuit aisle because that bitch ate them all!”

You choked. Trying to hide your smile, you told her, “Let’s not use the b-word, okay?”

Heather furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, then her eyes widened and she nodded. “Ohhh, okay. Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“Yeah, I forgot you’re American. I meant, because that bitch ate his cookies.” Heather smiled knowingly.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Uhhh, okay. Let’s just find George and Mary, all right?”

“Okay!” Heather started running to the biscuit—or, cookie aisle.

Sure enough, there was George, perusing the cookies, holding baby Mary with one arm and pushing the cart with the other.

“Hi honey,” you said, dropping the cereal boxes into the cart. “I was worried about you. Tell me where you’re going, okay?”

“I’m not Heather,” he grumbled.

You gave him a look and his face fell. “Oh. I’m sorry, love. I will next time.”

You kissed him, making Heather squeal. “Ew! Gross.” But she was smiling.

George ruffled her hair. “You’re very cute, yknow that?”

“Yeah!” she agreed. “Mary too.”

George laughed. “Mary too.”

Your heart swelled. He was so gentle with her. Oh, it was so sweet. You loved him so much.

“Yn, I think we have everything,” he told you, snapping you out of it.

“Alright. Come on, Heather,” you told her, holding out your hand. She latched onto it and skipped with you down the aisle.

George started handing groceries to the cashier, who thankfully didn’t recognize the two of you through your disguises.

“Hey, what are we gonna do when we get home?” Heather asked.

“I don’t know, honey,” George told her. “We could watch a movie.”

“Or play a board game,” you said pointedly, but you were smiling.

The cashier was smiling too. “She’s adorable. You two make wonderful parents.”

Your eyes widened.

“Oh, thank you,” George said smoothly, grabbing the bags and taking Heather’s hand. “Have a good day. Hare Krishna.”

You drove home, and George made dinner while you had Heather pick out some board games she wanted to play. All through the drive home, you couldn’t stop thinking about the cashier’s assumption.

You stood behind George at the stove, watching him. “Geo?”

“Yes, love?”

“You remember what that cashier said, right?” You held your breath.

George stopped cooking, then turned the stove off and faced you. “I do. I’ve been thinking about it too.”

“Should we.... try?” you said softly.

George smiled a little. “I’d like that very much.”

Your face broke into a grin. “I want to have a baby with you.”

“Me too,” George said, his face lighting up, beaming. “We’re going to have a baby.”

You let out a scream and threw your arms around him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing you and hugging you tighter.

Heather walked in, balancing six board games. “I brought six, cause that’s how old I am. What’s with you guys?”

You sobbed, a smile lighting your face. “We’re going to have a baby.”

ahhh, the age-old question:

why do you sound like a man???