#p-aulie

[dreamcrboy]

p-aulie replied to your post “�� "Now ye look soft'r—"”

(ooc.) AH! This is so wonderfully written- gawsh. I- I SMILED SO MUCH.

THANK YOU SO MUCH. THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME <3

[dreamcrboy]

🌺 "Now ye look soft'r—"

         ★ ▌◜【 meme 】 – accepting 

                  ❛ soft’r? ❜ 

a cackle emitted from john’s thin lips, & his digits rose up to the flower that sat between his ear and the messy brunette locks he hadn’t gotten around to combing yet. his fingers gazed it, being cautious not to let it crumble or fall from where paul had placed it. 

              ❛ do ye think it makes me look good as you, mccharmly? ❜

the older of the two inquired playfully, pushing the little plant further into his hair so it’d stay. he didn’t want to fall out; it was pretty little thing & paul had probably plucked it from a beautiful landscape. johnonly wanted to make the best of the flower before it shriveled up into nothing but the dirt it was composed from soon. besides, paul thought it made him look softer & that wasn’t too bad, was it?

[imringostarr]

Aye, Ringo— Are ye ticklish or nah?

Perhaps I am.

[imringostarr]

So what’s on th’ news today?

Hmm.

“Paul McCartney Set to Sail in Latest Pirates of the Carribean”

@p-aulie

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[marriageisagamble]

Loser me arse. [teeters from behind, strong arms coiling itself around her torso; damp lips grazing the back of her neck faintly] I've won plenty, didn't I—?

           “ oh darling, you ARE a loser. “

                 the woman twirls in the man’s loose                 hold, teacup perched between frosted                 fingertips. yoko gazes up at her imploring                 partner coquettishly, a casual shrug                  lifting her shoulders as a hand comes up                  to pet the scruff of mccartney’s bottom                 lip.

          “ but only compared to me, mind.             compared to everyone else, i would            say that you’re QUITE the success. “

[imringostarr]

p-aulie replied to your post“.”

{ /gives a giant teddy bear and a kisses on the cheek! }

((omg ahhh *blushes*))

[imringostarr]

Ringo!

Paul! *pretends to be mad, and puts my fists up* Yer about ta’ feel th’…

Oh nevermind, where th’ bleedin’ hell ‘ave ye been, McCartney?

[jock-lennon]

{ oh wow this is terribly late but- } It was just a sudden urge— sinful inclination, everyone possessed those; out of nowhere and all, please don't blame him. "Your bloody /nose/" Paul spat, brows sunk low as he cradled the guitarist's defined jaw inside his calloused palms. "Should be illegal, it is." And in emphasization, he bit it— John's aquiline nose, teeth faintly grazing the skin before he quickly retreated away. Goddamit.

"Ow! What was that?!" 

John’s hand flew over to his freshly-bruised nose, pinching it, and idiotically checking for blood. “What’d me nose ever do to you?”, he asked, but the tone wasn’t at all angry or aggressive. He enjoyed it, really— Paul’s (or theirs, should he say? He was more than guilty of the same crime) sometimes twisted manners of displaying affection.

Then, he eyed his target— Paul’s china-doll nose. Oh, lovely. A mischevious grin lit up his face.

Then, he attacks it, cat-like and fast moving, crooked front teeth closing around the very tip of Paul’s nose.

Only fair.