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John Lennon

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🚬🔥~ SEX AND DRUGS. (FEM!POV + SMUT)

SUMMARY: While getting high, you and John have sex.

CREATOR’S NOTE: oh my fucking god. I amaze myself. Also, I would give moustache John babies. Idgaf i would have all of his babies. I swear everytime i ovulate it’s always bouncing me back to this John 💔 + Enjoy, doves! 💋

(This is 200% self indulgent btw)

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Appearance (1967): Slim, slightly angular build, often draped in vivid psychedelic clothes—velvet jackets, paisley shirts, round glasses. His moustache added a worldly, almost Victorian touch, softening his face but also making him look older than his 26 years. The famous wire-rimmed “granny glasses” completed his transformation into the dreamlike figure we now associate with Sgt. Pepper. Personality at that time: Wry, sharp-tongued, often lacing truth with wit. He was restless, searching, but also playful. Oscillating between sardonic detachment and bursts of childlike wonder. A man caught between cynicism and yearning for something beyond fame. Interests and hobbies: Deep into books—Lewis Carroll, Eastern philosophy, avant-garde works. Sketching and wordplay; he doodled constantly, drawing bizarre, humorous caricatures. Music, always—writing prolifically, experimenting with sound and form. Increasing fascination with spirituality, Eastern religion, and the idea of expanding the mind. How he was while high on weed: Cannabis softened his sharp edges. He could become dreamy, giggly, prone to tangents and whimsical musings. His humor could veer from clever to nonsensical, but always with that Lennon bite. More patient, more affectionate, less aggressive than when sober. With a girlfriend/romantic partner (general): John could be a paradox—intensely tender one moment, then distant the next. He craved connection, reassurance, and loyalty. Affectionate in unconventional ways: teasing, playful banter, inside jokes. With love, he wanted both muse and companion, someone who’d match his wit but also soothe his turbulence. During “freaky time”: Without substances, he’d be intense, unpredictable—sometimes deeply tender, sometimes aloof, a bit self-conscious. He’d want to both control and be surprised, to make it a performance, a story, a laugh in the dark. High during freaky time: Far more relaxed, more experimental, more present. The harsh edges dulled, he’d be giggly, affectionate, adventurous. Expect nonsense whispers, sudden bursts of poetry, maybe him stopping mid-act to laugh at some wild thought, then diving back in with newfound curiosity. In 1967, John’s voice was still very much that of a Liverpool lad, but softened and polished a bit by years of living in London and traveling the world. It’s got that nasal, sing-song Scouse quality—cheeky, playful, often sounding like he’s teasing you even when he’s not. The “t” sounds are softened, vowels stretched, and he had a habit of speaking quickly, words tumbling over each other with a dry wit. A few little examples of how he might sound, written phonetically and in his style: “It’s not baad, y’know, jus’ a bit mad.” (“bad” sounds like baad, “mad” rhymes close to it, elongated and playful.) “Wha’ y’ doin’ there then, luv?” (He’d drop the g in “doing,” and “then” would sound more like “then-nn.”) “Ah’m only messin’ abou’, don’t take us so serious.” (“I’m” becomes “Ah’m,” “about” loses its final t.) “Yer daft as a brush, you are.” A very Liverpudlian way of teasing, with that rising playful lilt. John in ’67 would’ve had a whole arsenal of pet names, some tender, some cheeky, some downright absurd. He wasn’t the type for sugary-sweet all the time; he’d often tease with affection disguised as mockery. Here’s how it might sound in his Scouse way: “Luv” / “Me luv” — simple, classic, with that Liverpool warmth. “Darlin’” — said half-serious, half-mocking, depending on his mood. “Pet” — very Northern English, casual and affectionate. “Girl” / “Me girl” — possessive in a boyish, protective way. “Duck” or “Chick” — playful, a little silly. “Loopy” / “Daft thing” — affectionate teasing, as if your silliness delighted him. “Kid” / “Kidda” — Liverpudlian slang, both tender and comradely. “Beautiful” (with that dragged-out byoo-tif’l Scouse twist). “Love of me life” — dramatic and sincere, usually slipped out when he was feeling unguarded. And when high or in a particularly silly mood, he might invent nonsense nicknames on the spot—“me little walrus,” “snogglenose,” “cat’s whiskers”—because he adored wordplay and making you laugh.

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