Paul Mescal is a 30 year old (born february 2, 1996) actor from Maynooth, Ireland. He's now based in London, UK. He identifies as bisexual and is in a relationship.
—— FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS. ❜
mother: Dearbhla Mescal
father: Paul Mescal SR.
siblings: Donnacha Mescal (26), Nell Mescal (23)
—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜
best friends: Daisy Edgar-Jones
confidants
ride or die
drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk
It's the greatest privilege to have you in my life, to get to call you my partner, my favourite person, my home. Every day beside you feels like a gift I never quite know how I got lucky enough to receive, and today, on your very special day, there won't be a single moment that isn't devoted to celebrating the wonder that is you.
I hope every wish you whisper into the universe, no matter how small or impossibly big, finds its way back to you. I hope your heart always stays as brave as it is gentle, never having to carry the weight of being broken again. I hope all the love you give so freely, without ever stopping to count the cost, comes back to you tenfold. I hope the light in your eyes never fades, your laugh never loses the way it fills every room it wanders into, and that you never forget just how extraordinary you are. The world is a far lovelier place simply because you're in it, and everyone lucky enough to know you gets to carry a little more light because you've crossed their path.
I don't usually go quite this mad with birthday presents, but I've always loved giving you things that make me think of you the second I lay eyes on them. Little reminders of you seem to find me everywhere. And that bag... well, it practically had your name engraved on it. I can already picture you pairing it with one of your gorgeous dresses, looking unfairly beautiful as always, and giving me yet another excuse to take you out somewhere nice just so I can admire you properly.
The tiara, though, was an absolute necessity. I'll never understand how they invited you to the Cartier event and somehow neglected to put a tiara on your head. It feels like a rather shocking oversight on their part, so naturally I had to correct it myself. There simply ought to be a tiara resting on that gorgeous head of yours. It's only right.
And, seeing as I do occasionally have a practical thought, it doubles as a necklace too. Wear it whichever way makes you happiest and suits whatever you've decided to wear that day... though, if I'm being entirely selfish, I have to admit I'd find it awfully distracting if the tiara (or necklace) ended up being one of the very few things you decided to wear at all...
I won't be taking any credit for the card. That was all Nell. I was only told where to sign, so if you like it, the praise belongs entirely to her.
I hope you're having the best day, that everyone's celebrating you, and that incredible album of yours. You deserve every bit of it.
I'm genuinely grateful to still have you in my life, and it's been such a privilege to watch your talent up close for all these years. Seeing Daughter from Hell finally out in the world feels really special, and I couldn't be prouder of everything you've poured into it.
There's a box of bits and pieces in there to help celebrate release day. I especially hope you enjoy the chocolate chip cookies from what I'll forever insist is the best bakery in all of London. Quite possibly the whole UK, if you ask me.
Congratulations, Gracie. Go soak it all in. You've earned every second of today.
Always rooting for you,
Paul
Gifts include:
A box of chocolate chip cookies
A collection of poems by Mary Oliver
A necklace with a tiny devil charm as a little nod to the album title
[text from alycia] your favorites role is just my texts and I know it. And on that similar note can I be cocky for a moment and say well of course nowhere else is as special as me. You know why? Cause we were two stars inevitably meant to collide, it was fated long before we met and the universe knew once we met that was it, so it both took it's precious time and couldnt wait anymore for the lover to be united like Persephone and hades. I mean that's no hell though but Im bound to it
text: Not a humble bone in your body, is there? And the worst part is you’ve made it incredibly difficult to argue with any of it, especially when cocky you is really just you stating facts. Doesn’t exactly help that you’re ridiculously hot and sweet while you’re at it, if I may say so. I quite like that thought, Lys. If the universe had a plan, I’d say it was running a bit late, but I’ll forgive it because it got the job done in the end. And for the record, if you’re my version of the underworld, I’ll happily spend eternity there. We’re both bound to it.
We got distracted? That's one way to put you got me hot and bothered and then I had to unleash that version of me. There is nothing sweeter than watching you completely unravel when I push you just a little bit harder, taking exactly what I want and leaving you breathless. You say you can't get enough of it, and trust me, I have every intention of testing your limits to see just how much of my rough, possessive side you can handle before you're begging for mercy. As much as I adore driving you completely mad and pushing you right to the edge, I'll always be right there to catch you. Softening up just to press a kiss against that little seahorse tattoo as I feel your heartbeat skip a beat right there under my lips is my absolute favorite way to have you undone in a new way. If you think your heart can pack it in now? Honey, I am just getting started. I fully intend to keep proving you wrong, finding brand new ways to make you fall harder every single day.
You should be smiling about that, because you own that virginity completely. Every single time I look at it, I'm reminded of exactly who put it there and who I belong to. Which brings me to your little plot to scatter more tattoos across my skin? Let you use them as a map to trail endless, lingering kisses over me? God, you are incredibly dangerous do you know that? But I'm completely at your mercy and this shows it too. You can ink me, claim me, and mark me however you want if it means keeping you this close. I love the thought of you charting out new spots to claim, using your lips to remind me exactly how loved I am.
Now… where exactly were we before you started getting ideas?
Think we’re just professionals at pushing each other’s buttons, hm? You’re the perfect mix of menace and sweetheart, do you know that? I’m absolutely obsessed with you, baby. You can prove me wrong as many times as you like. That’s one thing I’ll happily be wrong about every single time, cause it’s the sweetest way to be proven wrong.
Can’t wait to be the old version of myself you imagined, still wandering about in short shorts, looking at you and telling you you’ve just gone and said or done something that’s made me fall even more in love with you all over again. I’d call that a life well lived.
I’m the one who’s dangerous, yet you’re the one telling me you know exactly who you belong to? Then you go and tell me I can leave as many marks and little tattoos on your gorgeous body as I want? Jesus… fuck me. Luckiest lad on the planet, without question. Though I’m about to get distracted all over again… Might have to shelve any thoughts about tattoo ideas and placements for the minute if we’re actually hoping to keep this conversation going. And I’d quite like to keep talking to you right now.
Only problem is, I’ve completely forgotten where we were before you went and scrambled my brain. Which, in fairness, has become a bit of a habit of yours.
Actually, speaking of getting distracted… can I ask you something? I know we’ve kind of touched on it before, here and there, but… I’ve found myself thinking about the future quite a bit lately. And I suppose I was just wondering what sort of future you picture for yourself… and, well… for us?
I hope that’s not too big a question. I’m not trying to put you on the spot or anything. I was just curious what’s been living in that brilliant head of yours.
So, how's the actress journey treating you? Have you started filming yet, or are you up to your eyes in album promo for a while longer? I should warn you, my mam's about two minutes away from putting together one of those "first day at the new job" care packages for you. She keeps asking me to let her know when filming actually starts so she can be prepared. Though, knowing her, I reckon there's an even bigger chance she'll skip straight past that and start campaigning for your Oscar before you've even finished the first week. I have half a mind to tell her to pace herself, but I'd say it'd be a complete waste of breath. Once she's adopted someone, there's no stopping her as you know. / @gracieblvd
I still reckon we need to make it our mission to end up on a film or television project together one day. That'd be the absolute dream, if you ask me. I'm not even fussy about what it is either. Stick us in a proper heavy drama, a comedy, or some bizarre little indie that only twelve people understand. Long as we get to have fun on set and somehow convince people to pay us for it, I'll be happy enough. Feels like it's been ages since we last caught up, though. How've you been, mate? What's the latest? / @houltnc
I was naïve enough to think I wouldn't get a proper dose of FOMO skipping Hyde Park, but Shania Twain? Jesus, mate, what the fuck? A bit of warning would've been nice. Nobody said not being there meant missing the time of their life. Though, to be fair, it looked like you were the one having the time of yours. Think you forgot there was an entire crowd there you were actually meant to be entertaining because you looked far too busy living your best life up there. Somehow you still managed to put on an unreal show while looking like you were just having the craic. So what's the plan now then? Setting the bar impossibly high and just carrying on, or are you calling it quits while you're ahead? Hard to top sharing a stage with Shania Twain, isn't it? / @limelightmumford
Who would've thought moving, even if it's only across the city and into a bigger place, would actually force me to go through all my stuff? Turns out it's been a bit of an archaeological dig. And lo and behold, I've apparently nicked a lot more from the Normal People set than I remembered. Somehow I decided it was absolutely essential to bring home one of the glasses we used during the Italy scenes... but never had the foresight to steal a matching set. Brilliant thinking, really. So now I've just got one lonely fucking glass to sit there and have a drink by myself. I'd have invited you over so we could have a drink, rummage through the rest of the box I've unearthed and reminisce a bit, but seeing as there's only one glass, I suppose that plan's dead in the water. Suppose that's the price you pay for having a best mate who never thinks more than about five minutes ahead. / @dejonesfms
text from alycia: waking up to your voice is the richest most pleasurable thing that physically doesnt touch me but still somehow does
text: This one's going straight into the 'favourite texts I've ever received' folder. Reckon I'll be coming back to this one a lot.
text: You have this habit of saying one sentence and somehow making the whole world feel that bit better. You're also making it awfully difficult to ever want to leave your side. How am I meant to convince myself there's anywhere else worth being when you keep saying things like that?
text: Promise I'll spend every morning we've got together whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Seems only fair after a text like that.
are you still having the pinch me moments? i honestly still question the sanity of the casting director with having me as john lennon. pretty sure my mum is bragging about it to anyone who will listen. @mscalpaul
Only all the time. Feel free to give me a random pinch every now and then on set, maybe reality will finally sink in. Though I have a feeling we'll be halfway through the press tour, sitting beside each other talking about these films, and we'll still be wondering if any of this actually happened. Honestly though, as she should. If you were my son, I'd never shut up about you either. I'd be introducing you to strangers in the queue for a coffee like, "See him there? That's my son, he's an actor and an incredible good one at that." Maybe I should start actually doing that just for funsies. And would you stop talking like that about yourself? You're the perfect John Lennon. End of discussion. I'm going to keep telling you that until every last bit of doubt packs its bags and fucks off. If that means making you squirm every now and then, that's just an added bonus for me. Besides, someone's got to keep your ego in the healthy range. Left to your own devices you'd probably convince yourself they accidentally cast the wrong Harris Dickinson and are just too polite to tell you. At least we've been spoiled with the filming locations, haven't we? Hard to complain when work takes you somewhere class and there's enough free time afterwards for a bit of harmless chaos.
I took it to a hot elderly Paul and you took it to the place of your funeral. Now that just makes me sad cause I never want to be a day without you on this planet. Oh who is the slightly jealous one now Mr. Mescal? No no worries your eyes are intoxicating when they get the hint of darkness form jealousy in them. You see me like this perfect thing...it's not intimidating it's welcomed because I don't know nor want to remember how life was before learning you. day by day everything I learn I fall maddeningly, crazily in love with you. Dominant Alycia is something that particularly satisfies you, and she does like to come out and play a lot lately. You saying I cant argue against this fact? Ugh the frustration in my bones right now has something it like to do to you, shove you against the wall and just prove well how infuriating in your steadiness you are. It was already in my mind about two more unspeakable things I am going to do to you when I get you alone. Please I want to be stuck with you, even though I deeply argue with the use of the word stuck here...I want to be latched to for the rest of my days and now with the tattoos we kind of are. They could take away everything in my closet, house, garage, life but you are the one thing I would hold onto to the very end my love. That's how damn serious I am of never letting you go. I have to give credit to Carpenter though I cant say that is original. I have even dirtier ones I am saving for the treatment rooms, and plenty of flashing cause you know I love a good nude moment. Not much hotter because my chest is tight and i might actually explode after that possessive comment of your Mescal.
...So, to carry on from where we left off before we got just a little bit distracted here - by the way, fuck yes, I do love dominant Alycia. She's exactly the sort of menace I'd happily lose my head over. Well... at least when you're not already the one driving me completely mad. There's just something about you getting a little demanding and rough with me that I can't get enough of. And then, just when I think you've completely undone me, you go and do something impossibly soft, like pressing a kiss to the little seahorse tattoo, and somehow I fall for you all over again. I keep thinking there's no possible way I could love you any more than I already do without my heart packing it in, and then you go and prove me wrong every single time. I still can't quite believe you actually got inked for me either. The fact I was responsible for stealing your tattoo virginity still makes me smile far more than it probably should. Truth be told, I'm already plotting a few more tiny tattoos you should scatter across your skin. Not just because they'd suit you, though they absolutely would, but because they'd give me endless excuses to trail little kisses over every one of them, to hold you close, and to remind you just how loved you are. And, I won't lie, I do quite enjoy the thought of everyone knowing you're my favourite person in the world.
I was not made for the band life, but I think I could work on it if it meant getting to be in a band with you. Not sure we'd be great at writing our own music, so maybe we can do covers or hire somebody who's good at it.
Damn, I was fully expecting an immediate, "No, please don't make me do this, Paul." Now I'm starting to think I'm not abusing that privilege nearly enough. So, exactly how far can I actually push it before you tell me to fuck off? Honestly, pretending to be in a band for an extended stretch is all well and good, but actually being in one and putting in all the time and effort? Fuck no. I'd be the first to skip band practice because I'd much rather be sitting in the pub with a pint in my hand, convincing myself I could somehow wing whatever gig we'd supposedly been rehearsing for... only to make an absolute mess of it. The real subtext to all of this is that I miss you loads and I'd come up with just about any excuse to rope you into spending a bit of time with me.
Honestly, I'm glad you're back from hiatus and blessing the world with your music again. Lost Boys is such a brilliant song, and getting Lucy and Julien in on some of the vocals was an absolute stroke of genius. By the way, was that your way of dropping a hint that a boygenius reunion might be on the cards sooner rather than later? As brilliant as all of that is, though, the best part was, and probably always will be, Maxine making her little cameo in the video. That completely stole the show for me. How is she? And how are you? Are you excited? A bit nervous about the album and the tour? Or are you just enjoying the fact that you get to do it all at your own pace this time around? Also... hi. It's been a while. / @phoebebfm
I've gotta admit, I was fairly late to realising what a brilliant sport baseball is. I never really paid it much attention until my previous partner got me into it, and you'd probably say I've been supporting the absolute wrong team ever since. But once I get into something, I tend to throw myself into it completely. That said, even if you don't play for my favourite team, they're not wrong when they call you one of the greatest power hitters and one of the most dominant offensive players in the history of the game. And sorry if that made you a wee bit uncomfortable for a second. I know compliments can be a lot when they're aimed your way, but that one deserved to be said. Feel free to tell me if you've ever been a bit of a late bloomer with something that's now become a real passion of yours, doesn't have to be a sport either. Could be absolutely anything. / @aaronjjvdge
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