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underthecitysky · 1 year
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From @mccartneyist on Twitter
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know-it-all-freak · 8 months
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While occasionally googling Paul images (I do it from time to time 😂😂), I stumbled upon these gems. It's Paul as a guest of honour in a film festival in Brussels, back in 1993. Gosh, that's a whole thirty years ago!
Happy McGann Monday!
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tinnike · 1 year
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After reading comments on “The Elf and The Tailor” i had go find “photos of young Paul looking particularly otherwordly”. These are my picks.
This wrting is so beautiful  and somehow Schneiders longing in the end fits so well with my own post tour longing. 
“I’d like to see you again,” -  “I’d like a soldering iron tip.”  
Dream is over, welcome back to real life :) 
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dumbchemist · 1 year
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How come people thought these two men were not the very same person? It blows my mind.
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beatsfornone · 9 months
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nigelgraz · 2 months
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A study of The Young Martyr by Paul Delaroche but with Alucard instead 💫
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anthonysperkins · 4 months
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Paul Newman as Anthony "Tony" Judson Lawrence The Young Philadelphians (1959) dir. Vincent Sherman
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zegalba · 1 year
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Paul Delaroche: The Young Martyr (1855)
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ssszlami · 24 days
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hatchetfield as onion articles :)
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i will never get sick of these
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findmeinforks · 7 months
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The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader
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A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one ❤️ 2K words
"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.
"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.
You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.
"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."
"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"
"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"
"AND WERE NOT?"
It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.
You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.
On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.
Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.
You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.
Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.
Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.
Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.
"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.
"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.
Emily sighed.
"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.
"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.
"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.
Kim winced.
You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..
Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.
"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.
Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.
A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.
"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.
Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.
You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.
He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.
"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.
Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.
Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.
"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"
"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.
"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.
"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.
Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.
"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"
You yanked your arm from his grasp.
"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.
Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.
Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.
"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.
This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.
"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.
You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.
But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.
That couldn't be good.
"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.
You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.
Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.
"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.
You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.
"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.
"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.
Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.
Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.
"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.
Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.
"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."
After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.
"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.
"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."
"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."
Paul just nodded, praying he was right.
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Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.
"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.
"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.
Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.
"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."
"I need to talk to him."
It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.
"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.
Paul remained where he stood,
"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"
"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.
He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.
You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.
"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."
He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.
"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.
You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.
You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.
Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.
When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.
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underthecitysky · 9 months
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From Jesse Tedesci/ @jtedesci on twitter (x) 👈
(follow☝️ for lots of great, rare Beatles content)
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Full text is under the cut..
Some things are just wrong like “a woman” coming daily to cook and clean after Mary died.
& I don’t think Jim was sitting in on the piano during their practice sessions (lol) but the headline here to me is.. is this a rare pic of toddler Paul??
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Is it him? I mean it most likely is vs them faking it or mistaking it for the article, though those early teen mag articles often seem like a mix of fact and fiction. I guess I just haven’t seen a smiling photo from when he was this small so it doesn’t quite look like him to me.
It also made me lol that they talk about Paul getting into trouble for speeding and drop in "there was also a bit of trouble when when a girl claimed that Paul was the father of her illegitimate baby, and her father was hopping mad"
That escalated quickly lol 👀
As Paul said about Japan 1980 "a spot of bother"
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The Story Of A Beatle's EarlyDays
by Cheryl Hillman
Hitparader, July 1965
The little boy in the picture was born on the 18th of June, 1942. His name?
James Paul McCartney. Yes, the Paul McCartney, left-handed Beatle bass guitarist. Of course, when this photo was taken Paul didn't know a guitar from a violin and a beetle was a "creepie-crawlie." His mother died when he was very young, but his father brought him and his brother up. He was named after his father and took after him musically as well. Before ihe war Mr. McCartney had a jazz band, and many years later when the Beatles were starting he often sat in at the piano during practices. A woman would come in daily to clean and to make some of Paul's meals, but Paul's father did a great deal to make a family life for his motherless children.
Paul became involved in beat music at the time when the Shadows type of music was all the rage in England. All the groups here were trying like mad to imitate them. The groups spent hours practicing, trying to work out a Shadows-type stage routine. It seems crazy now, but anybody getting on an 86 bus in those days was liable to bump into young Paul McCartney taking his instruments down to the Cavern. Chances are, though, that nobody would look twice at the long-hair-ed youth sitting on the number 86 holding a guitar case.
He had met the other Beatles gradually. George was encountered at the Liverpool Institute High School. They were lively lads, but surprisingly they didn't stir the place up too much. They weren't exactly angels, though! Paul can dig back into his memory and remember sneaking into the toilets, or behind the air-raid shelters, for a quick smoke between les-sons. The institute is one of the best schools in England, and, as in many English schools, the school was divided Into "houses." Each pupil is placed in a “house" at the start of his life in a school and is supposed to support it during sporting events, etc. The Institute is divided into "houses" and Paul was in Danson House. It's difficult to think of Paul wearing a black and green school cap, isn't it?
Despite George's influence, Paul did well at school, even though playing in a beat group at night meant that most of his homework had to be done very early in the morning before school. Paul stayed on at school to study at Advanced level, and when he left he even had a certificate in English Literature at Advanced level, which is pretty good.
John Lennon got himself in the papers for fighting when he was drunk, but not to be outdone, Paul also got himself in the newspapers at one point. He got his driving license taken off him and was banned from driving for a year for speeding . There was also a bit of trouble when a girl claimed that Paul was the father of her illegitimate baby, and her father was hopping mad.
One New Year's Eve, during a Cavern "all nighter" (all night session) a young girl who was drunk was "dared" by Paul's brother) to go up to Paul and kiss him. Of course, she did so. She flung her arms round Paul as he was coming off stage, kissed him...and fainted. A little while later the Beatles were at the top of the Hit Parade. I don't know if Paul remembers the incident, but that girl certainly hasn't forgotten it. She's engaged now, but last week she said to me: “I was potty on Paul, then! It was gear kissing him". I bet it was. 
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diioonysus · 7 months
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black women + art
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sethsclearwater · 9 months
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plssssss do a blurb where paul is super horny at emily's house and just can't keep his hands off of reader and she's like "wtf is wrong with you?" and he's just like "5 minutes please" and just throws her over his shoulder to quickly fuck in the bathroom and the rest of the pack is cracking up over how ridiculous he is
he is a CLOWN💀💀
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"princess," paul murmured, coming to stand behind you and press soft kiss to your neck as he slid his arms around your waist.
you giggled, peeking over your shoulder to look at your imprinter, "'s wrong?" you asked softly, offering him a small smile.
"need you," he murmured, pushing his hips into yours to show you what he meant.
you giggled at the feeling, "you're ridiculous lahote," you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to cutting up the zucchini for emily's new dish.
he let out a low whine, pressing more kisses up your neck, "5 minutes? please?" he asked softly, sounding a bit more desperate than he normally was considering how difficult you were being.
"paul," you giggled, dropping the knife so you could spin around in his arms and run your hands up his chest, "it's never just 5 minutes with you." you teased, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
"the bathroom is open if you need it," emily's teasing voice came from behind the two of you and you immediately burst into a fit of giggles, squealing when paul threw you over his shoulder to bring you into the bathroom, the rest of the pack hootin and hollering about how grateful they were to not have to hear about paul whining about needing you all day.
as soon as paul kicked the door closed behind him, he was setting you down on the bathroom counter and pulling your dress up, "fuck," he groaned when he saw how soaked your panties were as he pushed them to the side, his other hand making quick work of pulling his cock out of its restraints, "such a needy little thing," he murmured when he slide his fingers through your folds, eliciting a low whine from you.
"you're the one who got us into this mess-" you started but were quickly cut off when paul sheathed his length into your cunt, both of you letting out loud moans at the pleasurable sensation.
"what was that you were saying princess?" paul asked teasingly, letting out a breathy chuckle when he started thrusting in and out of your heat, quickly setting a fast pace.
you didn't have the willpower to argue with him anymore, instead just leaned back and allowed paul to slide his fingers in between your thighs to rub tight, fast circles against the sensitive nub between your thighs.
"fuck paul," you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you dropped your head back and allowed the pleasure to course through you.
paul let out another breathy laugh when he felt your walls flutter around his length, letting him know you were closer to cumming than he'd originally thought, "you gonna cum on my cock kitten? show me how good my cock feels in that pretty little pussy?" he teased, pinching your clit when he didn't receive a response from you immediately, eliciting a loud whine from you.
"yes, fuck-" you whined, curling your toes as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.
"go on then," paul encouraged, letting out a loud groan when you quickly came undone on him, forcing him to spill inside of you as well, quickly filling you up with his release.
his thrusts slowed as both of you came down from your highs, "holy fuck," paul groaned, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he brought you back down from your high.
"that was ridiculous," you murmured, giggling as he helped you off the counter.
you spun around in his arms so you could look at yourself in the mirror and work at fixing your hair before you went back outside. paul apparently had different ideas though and was quick to press his hand in between your shoulder blades, pushing you down until your chest was flush with the counter.
"oh my god," you rolled your eyes as he pulled your dress up, already pumping his cock to get ready for another round.
it really never is just five minutes with paul lahote.
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luthiery · 1 year
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saturn (1636), peter paul rubens // eat your young (2023), hozier
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swaying--daisies · 5 months
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“How Lucky Was I, to have those men in my life?”
I think Paul really spoke for all of us 😭
(The cropped versions are wallpaper friendly! 🥰)
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Happy New Year, I've decided to move on with my life & stop making memes about Hatchetfield 😇🙏🏻
...yeah just kidding this is like. the whole reason I exist, I can't stop now! So here you go, first incorrect-quotes-or-whatever dump of 2024:
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(thank you @adhd-mulder for assassins Max lmao <3)
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