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@wackus123
Can't get over this picture
Sues you and then does a gay little strut that pisses you off
Paul and Linda McCartney leaving the High Court on the first day of proceedings to end The Beatles' contractual partnership, 19th February 1971
guy who’s listened to 1 george harrison song: you need to listen to let it down
guy who’s listened to 100 george harrison songs: you need to listen to the unreleased 23rd take of the lord loves the one (that loves the lord) where george laughs during the second chorus
guy who’s listened to 200 george harrison songs: you need to listen to let it down
Feels kind of stupid to call myself a McLennon shipper because my feelings about the situation have nothing to do with wishing those guys were in love. That's just some shit that actually happened. You don't "become" a shipper you just get McLennonpilled and realize everyone else is living in the heterobeatle matrix
George Harrison at the Bambi Kino (maybe), Hamburg (1960)
John Lennon during Get Back sessions (1969)
I think about this review 20 times a day
That's just a woman.
Idk who he thinks he's fooling. Sure 60s Paul just looks boyish, babyfaced whatever. Once he hits 40s thats straight up an androgynous mother.
ma wife
Can someone tell me what the hell he's holding in that picture
"Get the fries Paul, you'll need the energy for the coming days..."
the thing with my particular experience of beatles fandom is that i spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about their clothing. how they had things custom-made. how they thrifted for clothing from the victorian era. how they shared clothes constantly. how they lent out clothes constantly. how if one beatle owned something they all loved, the other 3 would go out and buy the same thing. how pieces re-appear in photos decades apart. there is something so deeply tender and intimate about the act of sharing your clothes with your friends. how it is a habit they carried on with their partners and their other friends.
and like, it goes beyond just the clothing for me. i want to see their physical closets. were they messy? did they organize things by colour? was there just a pile of shared clothing in someone’s bedroom? what did they wear to bed? how did they pack their luggage? what did they bring in their carry-on bags to pass the time during the endlessly long days of touring?
#also probably the quality of the clothes is like 10 times better than today's clothes...#so maybe there are some clothes still usable and in good condition#also wonder how many of their clothes are in some thrift shops because people didn't know it belonged to THEM (via tauruscats)
#constantly tracking shirts across beatles and across decades#which ones were shared and which ones were bought in duplicate by mal#it's all fascinating#it's all very girl gang coded (via the-boney-rolls)
If you guys need me I'll be at the usual spot
PAUL MCCARTNEY IN STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER (1967) BY THE BEATLES
they're going to kill each other while kissing
mhm mhm let me not forget my big hat
“You’d probably laugh and say that we were worlds apart, if you were here today”
Paul McCartney's 83rd Birthday Bash
To Paulie Mac, on his birthday.
Eigthy-three years. 83 years, I can't believe it. 83 years since you took your first breath, since you came into this world, pink and naked, with white asphyxia. An uholy union between Protestant and Catholic... resulting in this left handed freak of nature. He should've never been born, yet here he is, just to punish us. To make us pay for the sins we were all born with. Much like the devil himself, he was born with androgynous beauty and instrumental skill.
I feel like it was only yesterday the Germans were bombing Liverpool and we lived in a world without you. 82 Years since you took your first steps, 68 years since you discovered your body. You go by many names. Paul, the Beatles, James, Sir Paul, but most of all I remember you by one title. My scouse Goddess.
Words aren't enough to describe my hot sweaty passions. Even though I like jojo better now, you are still the only woman in the world. I'm not the first man led astray. Just look at John Lennon. You fucked the bastard up real good you naughty lad you. Not that he was normal before, but I digress. This isn't about him on today, of most holy days.
What can I say to describe your majesty? Of course you're one sexy piece. But that's not all. You're also a singer. Even though you're not as talented as the other British musicians, you still soldier on, releasing album after album. Some of those songs are okay, and I listen to them in the car. Oh how my heart tingles and throbs, oh how my dick shoots UP when I watch those old black and white movies. So much passion, so much spunk, as you SCREAM out your songs. How can a girl's heart resist. My desire.... persists.
Furthermore, do you think I'll stop at young Paul? As if! Get that wrinkly old sack of bones and elderly flesh OVER here. Milfs do it better, Gilfs do it best, everyone knows that. Age is just a number.
You've made a fool of me. I can't do shit without people being like "Hey isn't that the freak who drew milkman Paul." "Hey didn't she make that insane video game that everyone loves?" FINE! I can't help being an artistic protegy with a recognizable and beloved art style. I refuse to aPAULogize for my fervent deeply erotic LOVE!
But this isn't about me. This is about you, sweetie pie. I know you aren't long for this world, and when you do kick it for the final time and join John Lennon in the fires of hell, and say Hi to George Harrison on your way down, that is a day I will begin mourning. I already have my black veil picked out. I'll wear it in the southern heat, and people will ask me: Hey, why are you wearing that thing? And I will say: My goddess has fallen. What else is there to do? Oh Paul... oh Paul....
As I'm working on a game in your honor, I don't have the time to draw a special birthday piece. But don't forget you will always be my wet sloppy the Beatles whore.
I need to see Paul McCartney live oh god I need to so bad I can’t consume most Beatles related media without crying because I know I can’t go see Paul oh my lord Paul please please Paul. Ringo came to my state and I didn’t know until the day after and now this tomfoolery? Paul PLEASE. He’s 83 years old I don’t know how many more concerts he’s got in him.
If I were to see Paul McCartney live I would die a happy man, I could die right after the concert and be A-ok with it because I was in the same building as Paul.
Anyways here’s a picture of all the Beatles dressed in beetle costumes
Paul looks ready to dismember the photographer; John looks concerned about Paul wanting to dismember the photographer. Ringo thinks that Paul dismembering the photographer is kinda cool... and George thinks "these are all my bitches".