The Who's TOOMYThe Who's TOOMY!The Who's TOOMY7 years ago in Humor More Like This
a Rock Opera by Pete Townshend
additional music by John Entwistle and Keith Moon
1. Because Even Rock Operas Need Opening Music (P. Townshend)
2. LAWLZ, Your Husband is Dead (P. Townshend)
3. Well, it's not a Girl (P. Townshend)
4. Did We Lose? (P. Townshend)
5. No, 1921 is NOT Going to be a Good Year (P. Townshend)
6. Not-So-Amazing Quest (P. Townshend)
7. *Insert Musical Break Here*
8. Marilyn Monroe Can Cure EVERYTHING (P. Townshend)
9. Kwanza (P. Townshend)
10. I'm Cousin Kevin and I Beat Up Blind Kids. (J. Entwistle)
11. Sex and A Whole Lotta Drugs (P. Townshend)
12. Yet Another Musical Break (P. Townshend)
13. "Gee, should I leave my severely disabled son with his drunk Uncle?" "Sure! Just give Ernie a few minutes, he'll pass out..." (P. Townshend)
14. Raep Tiem (J. Entwistle)
15. Pac Man Warlock (P. Townshend)
16. There's Some Guy Who Wants to do Bizarre Medical Tests on our Kid (P. Townshend)
17. Toomy's Faking it. Go to the Mirror
Hot Water"Ouch!" Paul cried once he spilled hot water on his fingers. He set the tea kettle back on the stove top and blew on his hand.Hot Water3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's going on in there?" John called to him. "Is my coffee ready yet?"
"J-Just about!" Paul quickly yanked the freezer door open and grabbed a few ice cubes. Then he ripped some paper towels and wrapped the ice cubes with his fingers inside. He let out a soft sigh and walked back to the counter to grab John's favorite coffee mug. The white one that said I LOVE ME on it with the heart and everything.
"Finally," John scoffed from his recliner chair. "What happened?" He sat up and noticed the paper towels wrapped around Paul's fingers.
"I burnt myself, it's nothing..." Paul reached out and handed John his coffee. Then he shifted the damp paper towels and noticed he was getting the floor wet.
"You're dripping, Macca," John smirked and took a sip of his drink. Then he placed his coffee down on the glass table.
"I see that," Paul said. "So what are our plans for t
Dear Boy and the OxDear Boy and the Ox.Dear Boy and the Ox5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Quarter after eleven. The show had ended only an hour ago, but the night seemed to drag on for hours. Keith kept thinking about what had happened to him onstage. He and the others had gotten high before the performance, and he was in one of the best moods of his life. That's saying a lot, since the drummer for the Who always was in high spirits. They got out on stage, Keith being his usual rowdy self, roger looking perfect as always, john quietly setting up in the corner, and Pete thrashing around.
Pete became an animal on stage. Everyone saw it. They just did their best to stay out of his way. Tonight had been different. After a long solo the band started chatting on stage, as was usual during concerts. Keith had made a remark about Pete's lengthy solo. John grinned over at him and nodded. Keith stood up and pretended to be playing a guitar like Pete, throwing in windmills and over-exaggerated butt shakes. Pete came over to him and slapped him, hard, with
I can't write. :DI can't write. :D4 years ago in Humor More Like This
An Awkward Moment in the Life of Keith Moon.
"Mmm..huh?" mumbled Keith as he snapped out of his daze.
"I-I think I did something." said John.
"Liiiiiiike?" Keith slurred.
"Well, I think I cloned you."
Keith just scoffed. He had the hangover of a lifetime and wasn't in the mood for this.
"Look John, if this is payback for me being annoying yesterday, IÕm not in the mood fo-" Keith was cut off by a little girl peeking through the door.
"John. Who is that?"
"John. WHO IS THAT?!" Keith yelled, forgetting about his headache.
"C'mon Kitty." John said sweetly (strangely defying his stoic nature), gesturing to the girl.
Kitty walked in boldly on her toes, and Keith's jaw dropped. She looked so much like him.
"John seriously. Who is that?"
"Your clone, stupid." John replied.
Keith couldnÕt believe his eyes. "This isn't funny!"
"It's not supposed to be."
Keith crossed his arms. "Prove she's mine..."
"Alright. Kitty, say "ah."
Sparkles: SydxDavidGrantchester Meadows was absolutely silent. A rare snow blanketed the ground, frosting the dormant trees in shimmering white, and muffling the gentle splash of the River Cam. A lark was perched on a high twig, contentedly grooming his feathers.Sparkles: SydxDavid5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oi, I'll get you for that!"
Startled, the bird alighted in a flurry of flapping wings, screeching out a warning cry. The crunch of quick, heavy footfalls echoed across the fields as two young figures clumsily chased each other through the snow.
David Gilmour's breathing was heavy, choked by the frigid air which burned his throat chilled his smiling, exposed teeth. His clunky galoshes trampled through the snow, spraying up mists of glittering snowflakes as David chased after his best friend, Syd. The remnants of Syd's most recent snowball trickled icy paths down David's spine before soaking into his sweater. Syd ran ahead of him, giggling violently between laboured breaths and fre
The Ox Leapt Over the Moon VThe Ox Leapt Over the Moon V4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to Who? Happy birthday dear band! Happy birthday to you! And many more!" Everyone sang out around the circular cake. Everyone had stupid party hats strapped to their heads and there was confetti everywhere (which was made by ripping up paper and a few Styrofoam cups). The cake was frosted in the shape and colors of their logo with black icing spelling out "The Who" in the middle, including the arrow.
Each of the Who had their own special candle; Keith's was in the shape of a snare drum, John's was a bass guitar; Pete's was a smashed guitar (the candle wick in between the cracked acoustic wood); and Roger's was a microphone. After the singing stopped, they all blew out the candles.
Only the four of them clapped since it was just them, locked in the room due to the doorknob being taken off by a falling sound microphone. They've been trapped in that little room for hours now, and the only thing they found in the fridge was that cute little cake. Keit
I Need You, Ch. 3I Need You, Ch. 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
George wasn't the only one awake that night.
Ringo gazed up at the dark ceiling. Funny that he couldn't sleep now - he'd felt exhausted all day. He still was now, as a matter of fact. But something, something niggling at the back of his mind, wouldn't let him sleep.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. George. Stupid gay George. If George hadn't been such a massive queer and decided to kiss Ringo all of a sudden, he wouldn't be lying awake now, wracked with guilt and confusion and - it was no use blaming George, was it? Ringo was the one who had overreacted, after all.
But then how was he supposed to react to being kissed by a bloke? It wasn't as if they taught it in school (and even if they did, Ringo would probably have been off ill that day anyway). So, there wasn't really any reason for him to feel so - whatever this was - over the whole incident. Girls wer
Pink Floyd Being DrunkPink Floyd Being Drunk5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 2:00 am.
But it was hot out.
The doors were open.
Roger, Rick, Dave, Syd and Nick sat around the living room.
And they were all shit-faced drunk.
"And then, right in the middle of the ring was this wad of gum that my marble was stuck to!!" Nick was flopped over the arm of the sofa, telling stories about his childhood.
None of them made much sense.
"You fucking sucked at marbles, anyways, Nick," Dave crowed, finding this extremely amusing. He was sprawled over the couch, too, with his head on Nick's stomach and his legs over Rick's lap. Rick had Dave's pant-leg up and was pulling at his socks.
"Dave, you suck at everything," Roger spat, taking another swig of beer and another drag on his smoke. He was sitting on the couch across from Dave, Rick and Nick. Syd was lying upside-down over the side of the couch next to him singing something. Every once in a while, he decided to grab Roger's toes, which would usually earn him a swift but ineffective kick in his direction.
"If you don't
The Quiet One?Born in Liverpool,The Quiet One?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the rest of the band,
It might be hard to understand
That you were important too.
In the 1960s where thoughts of war
Could finally cease,
John and Paul wrote of life, love and peace.
You wrote of it too, didn't you?
Though you were often pushed aside
And left behind,
Your spirit didn't unwind.
Playing the lead was enough for you.
Loving the music,
Yet hating the fame,
You tired of newspapers calling your name.
You sought for a happier way.
With the band's breaking up,
You started off new,
Knowing what you now would do.
Coming out of your shell you wrote famed songs too.
SecretsJohn pressed his hands over his ears further, hoping to block out the noise. His dark eyes were squeezed shut, and he really just wanted to shout out the window for the rain to stop.Secrets3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meanwhile, George was in the kitchen, making himself a cup of tea. He looked out the window at the lightning that brightened the dimmed room, fairly certain the storm was going to last longer then he'd hoped.
He picked up the mug and the other one meant for John. He walked out into the living room to see his boyfriend curled up on the couch.
"What are you doing, love?" he said, amused. He set down the mugs on the table beside the couch and sat next to him.
John flinched, then immediately sat up straight. "Nothing!"
Suddenly, the lights flickered. George looked up at the light just as it flickered out. The familiar hum of heating was gone, leaving the two in eerie silence.
"Not now!" John yelped. Finally not caring what George thought, he curled up again, hugging his knees and lowering his head. He tried to
I Need You, Ch. 2I Need You, Ch. 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You complete idiot, George Harrison."
George gazed at his own reflection in the mirror. Not that he could see much - the only light was from a street lamp outside, blocked mostly by the curtains - but he could still see a dim outline of his dishevelled face glinting in the mirror.
"I can't believe I did that ... "
He had relived the whole incident over and over again, tossing and turning in his bed as he remembered the brief feeling of Ringo's lips on his (wonderful, gorgeous, delicious Ringo ... what was he on about?) and then, Ringo's shocked, almost hurt expression as he forced George off him.
Quite rightly too. How are you supposed to react when your friend suddenly decides to kiss you? Particularly when you and your friend are both blokes.
George shot a guilty glance over at Paul's bed - but, luckily, Paul just rolled over in his sleep, muttering something incoherent about electric o
Douchebag X Reader | Meet DouchebagDouchebag X Reader | Meet Douchebag1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Warning: Bad Language will be covered with '*' because it's South Park and it also contains humour, but I don't know if it's adult humour. You know what? I don't care, let's just do this.
I've been told at school that there is a new kid in South Park and apparently he's called Douchebag?
Anyway, I was walking to his house to meet him and welcome him to his new home to make him feel comfortable.
I walked right past Butter's house and knocked on Douchebag's door.
The person to answer was an female adult who must be the mother.
“Hello ma'am, is your son in?” I asked politely as I raised to do so.
“Well, yes.” She answered and went to fetch him as I waited patiently for him to arrive.
Just as he arrived, I start to feel nervous like I usually do when I meet new people.
“Hello.” I greeted him, but he just blankly stared at me quietly.
“Are you okay...?” I asked trying to get him to respond, but only silence met my ears.
The atmosphere was maki
The Wedding pt 1"Dearly beloved," the preacher began, "we are gathered here in the sight of God and man to unite this man and this man in holy matrimony..."The Wedding pt 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
George squeezed Paul's hands and grinned.
"Do you, James Paul McCartney, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and obey, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part?"
"I do," Paul vowed.
"And do you, George Harrison, take James to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and cherish, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?"
"I do," George vowed.
"Then by the power invested in me, by the church and by London, I now pronounce you man and husband. You may kiss the groom."
George bent his head forward and Paul closed his eyes as they shared a kiss.
The crowd erupted with a few whistles and cheers. Louise Harrison, George's sister, was crying at one of the pews. George's brother, Peter, patted her on the back and murmured something in her ear.
The Lennons sat
It All Started With A Barrel~ (Pewdiepie x Reader) Pewdiepie smiled and held a hand up in a fist "Well... for what it's worth, it's nice to meet you bro~"It All Started With A Barrel~ (Pewdiepie x Reader)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I smiled back at him and brofisted him. "It's nice to meet you too Pewdie."I looked around, inspecting the corridor. "So.... why'd you kick that barrel in the first place earlier?.... I know you hate them and all but.... what'd they do this time?"
Pewdiepie blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck with his arm that was not hold his lantern. "...right... about that... It was hiding a door from me... well the door to the room you were in earlier..."
"Well...." I started, twiddling with my fingers. "The door was locked from the inside anyway... You wouldn't been able to get in...."
Pewdiepie stopped walking and looked at me quizzically. "....Did you lock it?" I shook my head. "No, I woke up in the be
Little Child Chapter 3FEBRUARY 6, 1958Little Child Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"John, I'd like you to meet me mate here, George Harrison."
John looked at the shaky fifteen-year-old that Paul was presenting before him and nodded. "All right," John said, "what about him?"
"He should be in the band!" Paul said confidently.
"Look Paul, this isn't just some band you can pull yer best buddy into so you can be with 'im all day "
"But he's really good, John! I swear!"
George awkwardly watched the two go on and on, back and forth over George's guitar-playing ability. He squirmed in his seat, not just because he was nervous, but because it was an uncomfortable seat to begin with. He looked outside of the old double-decker bus and into the dark night sky. He noticed the moon, shining brightly, looking like a mother to the stars.
George's thoughts come back to what was going on in the bus. John and Paul were staring at him, John looking impatient and Paul seeming somewhat anxious.
"Well, what?" George asked, clearly confused.
"Is it true?
The Next Best ThingThe Next Best Thing3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Brian, you faggot, there's a lot of people outside the window," John told me. "They know we're here!"
"They know that you are here, John," I said. "Nobody gives a damn about me. They want you."
"Well, screw 'em," John said with a snort. "If the people really love me, they would leave me the fuck alone!"
He couldn't say it better than that. I had to smile. The two of us were stuck inside a room at the Mason Hotel, both looking out the large glass window. We were seeing a crowd of people - fans - in the middle of the street blocking out traffic. Fourteen or so girls were holding up a sign that said COME OUT, WE LOVE YOU! in black paint. The message tickled me, because it wasn't that easy. It wasn't easy to come out. I should know about that sort of thing because I'm a, well, I think you know. The group knows. John knows and still picks on me to this day.
From the corner of my eye, I could see John unbuckling his belt. My face quickly became pale and I broke into a cold swe
Just HappyMicky smiled softly when Davy cuddled further into his side as they watched an old western on the television set. Micky's arm was draped protectively over the shorter man's shoulders as they watched, neither currently possessing a care in the entire world. Peter and Mike were out buying groceries, leaving the couple to themselves for a few hours.Just Happy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sighing contently, the younger let his head drop onto Micky's chest, offering a small smile back. Even though Davy had built himself quite a reputation as a ladies' man, it was Micky that he'd been secretly pining for since he'd met him. And, as of four months and twenty-six days before, their status as best friends blossomed into something much more than that.
"You okay, babe?" the older inquired, pressing his lips to the top of Davy's head briefly, "You seem out of it, kinda."
The short Brit only nodded and wrapped his arm around Micky's chest, looking into his eyes for a moment, "M'fine, love, honest. Just.... I dunno, just happy, I guess."
John/Paul: Here TodayPaul sat in his bedroom, staring at the telephone that sat at his bedside. He had just got off the phone with Yoko Ono, and she had definitely given him some new information. He didn’t understand why she had told him so long after John’s death... it was 1985, and he had just barely managed to get over the hardest part of the forgetting process. Now Yoko dropped this on his head...John/Paul: Here Today2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The phone conversation between Paul and Yoko was straight to the point. Yoko had simply told Paul this:
“John loved you, y’know. On some occasions, he loved you more than me. As much as it always upset me, I knew he could never help it, and I figured you might want to know sometime or another.”
The entire time Yoko and John had been married, as well as before, John had secretly loved Paul. Of course, Paul would’ve never said anything, but he had always loved John, too. They had been best friends since the day they started playing in a band together.
Yoko had never liked Pau
DareZak picked at his fingernails. He always got a bit antsy before meeting fans. And Nick found this quite hilarious.Dare3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Okay, okay. Lemme see if I can get this strait. You can call out a demon, from hell if I might add, and you get scared to go meet fans?" Nick asked, recovering from his last spell of laughing.
Zak put his hands down and looked in the back seat, "Have you ever met a fangirl? I'd rather take my chances with a demon rather than their rabidness."
Nick fell back into laughter. Aaron chuckled, 'Well, get ready for your worst nightmare because, we're here."
Zak winced slightly as Aaron parked. Nick jumped out of the back and opened Zak's door.
"Let's go, diva." he laughed.
Zak got out in a huff, carrying a backpack along with him.
"Why'd you call him a diva?" asked Aaron.
Zak stuck a pose, "Because I'm fabulous. "
Nick gave him a look, while Aaron struggled to breath due to all of his laughter. They arrived in front of a room. Billy had been waiting.
"Just go on in." he
Out of My HeadSummary: In which John muses about why he needs someone like Ringo around.Out of My Head4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: John let's out a curse word somewhere in here. So, PG-13?
John plopped down onto his bed, a scowl etched into his face.
Stupid Paul and his stupid suggestions. Well, he could take those damn suggestions and shove them up his-
"John? What're you doin' back so early?"
Oh. Lovely Ringo. Who was ill and couldn't really be in the studio banging away at his drums like he wanted to.
"Paul." Was his short answer, but the only answer Ringo needed. Paul was creative and smart and great, but he and John just...sometimes they just didn't agree. This was one of those times, apparently, with the way John was sneering at the couch like it had wronged him greatly. "No no, John!" He mocked shrilly, pulling at his face. "It's like this, you gotta play it like this. I'll play it however the fuck I wanna play it!"
Ringo tried not to smile. John just had this adorable way of comp
I Need You, Ch. 5The first thing Ringo thought of when he woke up was George.I Need You, Ch. 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
The second was that his left arm really, really hurt.
"J-John? Could ye just -"
John turned over in his sleep. "Piss offffff."
"C'mon, John, you're on me arm ..."
Ringo tugged at his throbbing arm desperately, trying to shift John - and in the process waking him with a start. "Christ, Ringo, did ye have to do that?"
"Sorry, John - but you're still -"
"Right, right." He sat up, finally freeing Ringo's arm, then he blinked in surprise. "Why am I in yer bed?"
Ringo rubbed his arm. "Dunno, you tell me."
"Blimey, I hope we didn't do anything queer," John giggled. At the sight of Ringo's wide-eyed look of horror, however, he furrowed his brow. "Nah, I remember, I think. You were - talkin' in your sleep. So I sat with you a bit, tryin' to shut you up - and I s'pose I fell asleep on yer arm."
"On me arm."
"On yer arm."
The Itsy Bitsy TARDISThe itsy bitsy TARDIS went through the temporal riftThe Itsy Bitsy TARDIS4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then came the cracks and pushed the box adrift
In came the Doctor and sealed up all the cracks
And the itsy bitsy TARDIS travelled again at last.
John/Paul: The ViewPaul walked into the kitchen, tossing his newspaper carelessly on the counter. “What’s for dinner, love?” He asked politely.John/Paul: The View2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
George glanced up from the boiling pot of macaroni and cheese with a smug look on his face. “Oh, you’re hilarious. Just fucking hilarious.”
“No need to be in a grumpy mood,” Paul said with a smile, “I was only joking, you know.”
He looked around the kitchen, seeing Ringo pulling out plates and such to set the table with. “Aye, where’s John?”
Ringo shrugged. “I dunno, I think he went up on the roof or somethin’. Wherever he is, he’s been gone for awhile, that’s for sure.” He quickly got back to pulling dishes out of the cupboards.
“Why don’t you go look for ‘em?” George suggested. “Dinner’ll be ready in ten or so.”
Paul nodded and headed up the stairs, knowing that John was more than likely on the roof as Ringo had s
I Need You, Ch. 4I Need You, Ch. 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sound of Ringo's voice sent a shiver down George's spine, but he tried to look normal as he turned to face him. Ringo was stood in the doorway, wrapped in his dressing gown and blinking, bleary-eyed, at George, John and Paul.
He looked tiny and helpless and George had a strange desire to squeeze his cheeks.
"Could I ... could I talk to ye for a minute?"
George gaped at Ringo. "Erm - course ye can, luv. Just - just wait a tick, OK? I'm in the middle of somethin' ..."
Ringo nodded, and headed back to his room.
Oh no. Oh no. George knew just why Ringo wanted to talk to him. He wanted to know why George had kissed him. And that was a perfectly reasonable thing for Ringo to want to know, even if it ... complicated things. For George, anyway. He'd put all his energy into trying to forget about this, and having to talk about it would he