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Cosimo Galluzzi
Jules of Nature
Not today Justin
Origami Around
Kiana Khansmith
$LAYYYTER
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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@theartofmadeline
Product Placement
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Claire Keane
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Three Goblin Art
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
#extradirty
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@paul-mccfabulous
Outofmacca
(( So inspiration seems to have left me a little due to lack of drive. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t feel like I’ve settled into this fandom very well. I’ll be back soon, could be tomorrow or in a week or so. I just some leeway and a bit of time to think things over and hopefully I will find my feet!<3 ☮ & ♥ x ))
jaycee-the-beatlemaniac:
“Paul wrote ‘Oh! Darling’ after John telling him that he was leaving The Beatles… he actually cried the rest of the day after being driven home by Mal Evans”
the-stxr-collector:
She shook her head. “I guess they can.”
“Well then, they think wrong.”
(paul-mccfabulous): "Knock Knock" (because this is a hilarious first interaction xD)
7. My character walking in on yours making a shady transaction.
“Um, what’s going on?”
the-stxr-collector:
“Lead the way.”
“C’mon then, up this way.” His lips curled into a smile as he lead her out the dingy alleyway and up to the back entrance of the club.
(paul-mccfabulous) *Coming up from the side of the desk, Paul grinned and poked at Epstein's arm* Psst! Hey Eppy, guess who was born today…
Brian raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. Of course he knew who’s birthday it was, he had even bought the lad a rather expensive gift for the occasion.
But, Epstein thought it only right to have a bit of fun with the bassist before unveiling the present.
“Oh- you know, I really couldn’t guess. Is it Elvis?”
managedbyepstein:
Brian cleared his throat with a slight blush, knowing very well that he had gone against his own words. Still, he tried to play off the embarrassment. “I have quite a number of tickets left for tonight’s show- there’s no sense in them going to waste.”
“Now…” Epstein strode several steps ahead of the other, in an effort to both change the subject and address the matter at hand. “You may need to make a run for it- there were only a few girls out front this morning, but you never know, the crowd may have grown in size.”
Cautiously, the manager opens the door, just a crack, to glance about.
“The good news is, it looks like none of them have made it to the lot.” He sighed with relief. “Even still, be hasty, your presence may attract attention.”
A hushed snicker could be heard from the bassist and he gave a gentle roll of his eyes. “Alright, Eppy, whatever you say. I believe you.”
Paul slowed up, allowing his manager to get ahead so he could check out the crowd situation. “Wha’? You want me run past ‘em? Why not just bring ‘em all in an’ invite ‘em to tea, ‘ey?” He teased, not letting the prior subject slide just yet.
Grinning, he edged over to the door and readied himself. With his coat over one arm and his shoebox secured tightly under the other, Paul made a dash for the car, ducking under several arms that came closing in as those gathered in the small crowd spotted him. One girl came very close to grabbing him by the hair out of sheer excitement, but missed by a strand and not a second later, McCartney had bundled himself into the car.
sxurmilksea:
George let the other go, shaking his head while taking a step back. “But I don’t wanna get him upset er get him mad! What if he yells at me? Or you? I mean – it was an accident, but…” Oh, how he hated upsetting people. Looking at the shattered remains on the floor, he picked up one large piece, looking it over before quickly turning to the elder. “Do we have any glue? We might be able ta fix it. Or I can try ta buy another look-alike, y'know. Just… I really don’t wanna upset Eppy!”
“Well, we’ll explain to him that it was an accident an’ if yells at us, we’ll just ‘ave t’stand an’ take it.” A short pause. “...God, we are so screwed.” Scratching the back of his neck, McCartney frowned as the other spoke, before crouching down to examine the remains of what was once a piece of history...until they got to it, that is. “Ya jokin’, mate? It’s gone to dust, some of it! We’ll never get away with tha’... Maybe we could hide the mess an’ perhaps he just won’t notice?”
Gather Round All You Clowns || Closed au
managedbyepstein:
“Ill?” Brian raised an eyebrow in surprise. Paul’s reaction was not all too far away to his own, quite a number of years ago, when he had realized that he was well… different. “Perhaps… perhaps it is an illness. Though, I can tell you with quite certainty that there is no cure.”
“I think you should know that, for quite a long time, I took medication that was designed to help control my feelings. Though I had resigned myself to the fact that I might never marry and raise children as a man ought to, I thought at least that I could perhaps get rid of my feelings towards the male sex. However, you know, those medications… I don’t really think they made much of a difference at all. I still was attracted to… who I was attracted to. And thus, I stopped taking them a year or so ago. Perhaps modern medicine will find a cure someday, but I can tell you that in this day and age none exists.”
“I think… you know I think you ought to reflect for some time before acting again on your impulses. I’m very glad that you still enjoy the company of woman. If at all possible, I think that’s what you should stick to. But, if you’re feeling as if this is something which you must continue- I will help you to see to it that safety precautions are taken so that you can practice such behavior in absolute privacy. Does that seem fair?”
The bassist shuddered at Brian’s choice of words. ‘Such behavior’- something about that phrase made him feel...filthy. “Wha’? Sex, you mean?” He said bluntly, unable to suppress a momentary glare, a hushed chuckle of bitterness following his words.
“Yeah, fine, whatever, that’s fair enough.” He mumbled his words, pulling his gaze back down to the teacup in his lap. “Though I don’t think you’ve got too much to worry about, Eppy. I don’t know what I want an’ even if I did, judging by wha’ just ‘appened, I don’t think ‘such behavior’ is likely to continue either way. The second party seems to ‘ave rapidly lost interest.”
“Besides, he’s married with a little’un. Dunno what I was thinkin’ in the first place. Maybe I’m just a wacko.” H looked off to the side, a slight frown knotting his brows as he sipped his tea. “Either way, it doesn’t look like he and I are gonna conducting anymore gross behavior from here on out, whether I wanted or not.”
paul you murdered eppy's vase you're a MURDERER stop blaming george he did NOT do it btw this isn't george ok he's great and has a bigger dick than you, you MURDERER
“Shut it, George, I’m 99% sure that’s you.
First off, it wasn’t a vase, it was a bloody figurine! Jesus, get it right...
Second, you can’t murder an inanimate object.
An’ third, at what point did I ever blame you? -If that is you, Geo. Unlike some people, I don’t go dropping me best mates in the shit.
An’ that last comment...the fact ya seem so sure about this has me slightly worried...”
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:)<3
(paul-mccfabulous): "Knock Knock" (because this is a hilarious first interaction xD)
7. My character walking in on yours making a shady transaction.
“Um, what’s going on?”
the-stxr-collector:
paul-mccfabulous:
the-stxr-collector:
“I think I’d like that.”
He nodded. This was certainly interesting. “We should probably go somewhere a little less obvious?”
She nodded. “Yeah, we’ll get caught here.”
“C’mon, we’ll get a room across the road. That way, we can easily get back to the club if we want.”
sxurmilksea:
“Oh no you don’t!” George calls before grabbing their arm and tugging the elder right back, forcing them beside him.
“Eppy will have our heads if he finds out about this, especially since we’re supposed to be working and not fooling around. Now,” he states, raising a finger in the air. “I proclaim we both tell him, but in a specific order. Like birth order. Yeah? Okay, perfect. You tell him today, I tell him… later. If you need me, I’ll be with John and the lads.”
“Yeah, good idea Geo! Tha’ means youngest to oldest. I suggest ya go find him now an’ get it all over with.” Paul stated tactfully, trying to tug his sleeve out of George’s grip so he could make himself scarce. “Just let us know where ya wanna be buried an’ we’ll get it all sorted for you.” He turned to him and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “Go on then, off ya pop. Nice knowin’ ya, mate!”
itsbeatlemania4ever:
“ Paul kisses like a very sweet boy, his lips are a warm embrace of love and above all, he have patience to kiss and tenderness in it that it’s mostly unique, his kisses taste like romance every day, in every kiss the sky is exploding”
JANE ASHER
glycerine-queen:
;;✖ 💋 ——- A corner by the pool is where the dark haired girl decided to lay back, as a pair from her band splashed around in the blue waters. Fully clothed in blue jeans and a simple t-shirt, out of place for an area like this, her brown orbs then glanced over. Residing behind a pair of shades, they watched as a man spoke of her name to one of the hotel’s employees.
The young woman smirked just a smidge, at what she could hear from their little chat. Joan decided, if they wanted to know of their whereabouts, let them find them. They were right under his nose, anyways.
Paul chatted idly with the man behind the bar for a short while. He ordered a shot of brandy (it had been a journey there) and the barman talked about where he’d last seen members of The Runaways whilst Paul singed an autograph for the man’s daughter.
Though meanwhile, Martha, who was usually the most obedient of dog’s, had obviously caught the scent of left over food by the pool. Silently slinking away from McCartney’s side, Martha broke into a run and following the direct line of her nose, dived over Joan’s chair. Though as opposed to ending up on the other side, the lummox of a canine failed to clear the jump and instead ended up on top of the chair...or on top of Joan, to be precise.
the-stxr-collector:
“Yeah, I guess so.” The bassist sighed. “But jeez, they can’t seriously expect a band to stay the same forever, can they?.”
Eppys gonna be super angry when he finds out you broke that vase.
“Whatever man, it was an accident! An’ besides, it wasn’t even a vase, it was a figurine- so there!” …As if that made any difference to anything.
the-stxr-collector:
Madeline picked up the newspaper and skimmed through the review. She took a drag from her own cigarette. “I happened to have liked it,” She said.
“Well, you’re certainly one of the kinder critics.” The bassist forced out a chuckle and rubbed his temple. To say the reviews were somewhat humiliating would have been an understatement.
“God, who are we kiddin’? It was a bloody mess...”
