#also this is the most paul thing ever

[killa-trav]

happy match day lads x

[menlove]

identity crisis? help is here. if you ever wanted to know which x coded y girl you are but for the beatles this uquiz will tell u everything u need to know. 100% satisfaction guaranteed

[art-o-gant]

[staygoldencherryskies]

Thinking about Cherry and Bob who have been dubbed “mom and dad” by their friends because they've been together for so long and they’re perfect for each other and as a couple, and they’re so understanding, and they’re always there for everyone with just the right words. Thinking about how they tease them because, yes, Bob says the ring he got Cherry for her birthday is a promise ring, but they all know he is just waiting for the moment it’s appropriate to get down on one knee so he can call that ring an engagement ring. Thinking about Bev who replies with “yes, mom” every time Cherry tells her to stop doing something she knows deep down is not good for her and it makes Marcia giggle. Thinking about Chet, Brill and Trip who jokingly call Bob “daddy” and it makes him crack a smile after looking murderous for hours after they lost a football game. Thinking about Paul who calls himself the fun uncle bc he refuses to be “the child” of his friends who are all younger than him. Thinking about Cherry who doesn’t feel like she can share how much she’s struggling with her friends, not because they wouldn’t understand or be supportive but because she feels like she’s supposed to be the one who helps them not the other way around, and how can they trust her to help them if they see how messed up her life really is. Thinking about Bob who needs to be effortless and cool in front of everyone because he is “dad”. He can’t be vulnerable because he is strong and protective, and how can his friends trust him to protect them if he’s crying at movies and how much pressure he feels to be just like his dad even though there’s nothing he dreads more. Thinking about Bob who drinks until he's numb and jumps greasers because he needs to prove to everyone he’s strong and he doesn’t care. Thinking about Bob and Cherry who can only be somehow vulnerable to each other, but who can never truly open up because they’re convinced if they let on how wrong everything feels, it’d all go to shit. Thinking about how guilty they both feel about these feelings and thoughts because they love their friends, and they love helping them, they love being “mom and dad”. They really do.

Thinking about how it all blows up at the drive in. They’re there like every Friday and they’re supposed to be having fun, and they ARE, because they always have fun together. But then, Cherry talks to Ponyboy and she discovers how good it feels to have someone who listens to you, and who understands you. She loves Bob, but doesn’t she want something more? Doesn’t she want someone who gets her? Who she can talk to? And is it really Bob's fault that she feels like she can never be truly honest with him? And Bob notices, because he does get her, to an extent, and he feels her slipping away, and he can’t have that because Cherry is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and who’s “dad” without “mom” anyways? And he can’t control himself, because he is just on the wrong side of tipsy, so he doesn’t even think about how much she will hate that he has been drinking. Thinking about how Bob thinks he’s gonna prove himself to Cherry, but instead of doing what Cherry really needs from him, which is proof that he too could listen to her, he tries to prove his strength, his power, because that’s all he’s been taught he can have. Thinking about how he thinks he’s gonna beat this greaser and get his girl back but everything spirals out of control too quickly. Thinking about Marcia, who tries to dispel the tension, because she can see where this is going, and she hates it. Yes, Cherry is her best friend and Bob is definitely blowing things out of proportion, but she loves him like a brother and she knows how much they both love each other. She thinks that if she can just get them to not say anything they’ll regret, it’ll all be ok again in the morning, but Bob is too angry, drunk and desperate to listen, his words cut her like a knife and when Trip pulls her back she lets herself go with him. Thinking about Bev who’d kill for Bob but who is about to kill Bob because no one yells at her girls, not even him, but who is stuck in her place because even in her worst nightmares she could’ve never come up with something like this. She had always thought Cherry and Bob were THE perfect couple, even more perfect than her and Brill, as much as that pains her ego to admit. Thinking about Paul who took Bob under his wing the second he showed up to his first football practice because he saw so much of himself on the boy and who now wishes he would’ve done a better job at whatever he was supposed to do for him because he’s seeing Bob make the same mistakes he did and he can’t do anything to stop it. Thinking about Brill who sees it all happen in slow motion, and feels like he’s outside of his body as it happens, who wonders what he missed and how could it have ever turned into this. Thinking about Trip who has always looked up to Bob but feels like he’s gonna throw up as he hears him yell at his girl and he doesn't know if he should jump in to defend her, or back him up. Thinking about Chet who can’t decide whose side he’s supposed to be on, who loves them both dearly, who doesn’t know what he’d ever do if they broke up because that was never an option in his mind.

Thinking about how, as Cherry says the words and breaks up with Bob, they all feel them as if she was talking to them personally, they all feel like she's saying goodbye to them, to their friendship, to this silly little family they had made of each other. Thinking about how all of them fear this is the end of their friend group because Cherry and Bob were the pillars that supported all of them. Thinking about how all of them try to hold onto the hope that Bob will wake with a hangover and apologize and Cherry will forgive him and everything will be alright again. Thinking about how that hope fades as the life does from Bob’s eyes. Thinking about how it all snowballs downhill from there, how they feel like they need to avenge Bob, because even if he hadn’t died that greaser is the reason everything they cared about crashed and burned in the first place. Thinking about how they all know, deep down, that there were cracks on it way before that Friday night, but being too consumed by grief to admit it. Thinking about all of them running on anger and fear and confusion. Thinking about the socs who’s chosen family is broken by just one conversation and how that must mean it was never as strong a family as they wanted to believe it was.

[percivaljacksons]

finished rereading your fake dating au (BRAVO as always) and found myself wondering if you have a favorite part of that fic!! im always interested in writers processes and stuff. thanks again for the awesome fic!

oooo slay tysm! That’s such a yummy question hmmm. Well! I definitely think chapter 2 is overall the best/my favorite, in that those conversations are relatively tight and get right at the core of most of the characters BUT the conversation between Percy and Annabeth in the airport at the end of the first chapter stays #1 in my heart. Not the convo on the plane (tho ‘you’re going to save the world one day, Percy Jackson’ and ‘I think any world you build won’t need saving’ stays iconic as the first lines of this fic I ever wrote), but the convo they have over the bag of sour patch kids. It’s understated, and I think they’re saying a lot with what they’re not saying. So satisfying to finally feel like I’d gotten that scene right.

I love you very much for 1, rereading and 2, reaching out! Big kiss for you

[mariocki]

Rolling Thunder (1977)

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm gonna kill a bunch of people.

[heartsinthebasement]

24 February

“We travelled around together on the tour coach, and I was always sitting next to John. If they were writing, Paul and John would go down to the back of the coach, and someone would come up and take their place. I remember John and Paul saying they were thinking of running up to the microphone together and shaking their heads and singing ‘Whoooo!’ I said, ‘You can’t do that. They’ll think you’re a bunch of poofs.’”

-Kenny Lynch

28 February

“We were all travelling to a gig by coach and John and Paul were seated near the back of the bus and using the time to work on a song. I was sitting towards the middle of the coach and could hear what was going on. Suddenly I heard the recognisable voice of Kenny Lynch saying, ‘I can’t listen to any more of this crap’ and he came towards me to find a seat nearer the front. Kenny had had hit records and also wrote songs and thought that what Paul and John were working on was, in his book, ‘crap.’”

-Roger Greenaway

— The Beatles 1963 by Dafydd Rees

[steelycunt]

looking around my room like hmm yeah id definitely like to move things around n redo it a little over the summer!! there’s something about the way things are arranged now which i don’t love!! like girl…you have an a4 headshot of ringo starr on your wall. start there

[paul-simon-juggling]

The Paul Simon Special and it's increasingly cursed box art and their insistence on using images from anything except The Paul Simon Special.

[magentagalaxies]

*emerges from my extended tumblr hiatus* so y'all kids in the hall stans ever heard of FRUIT BLOG

[the-physicality]

this is one of those things that you have to watch more than once to get the full effect

[allpromarlo]

looking back on it i’m glad i watched dune 2 in german both times bc if i had to sit there and hear one of them mfs say “atreydees” idk what i would’ve done

[menlove]

maybe i did put together a 3 hour long playlist of incredibly gay lennon, mccartney, and lennon-mccartney songs

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also like does winston have to deal with his algorithm's failure being blamed for the mess at mpc. does he have access to it to see that someone clearly like added in various [NOT] edits (also....doesn't seem like a guarantee anyone else would Get to access the code beyond like an on/off switch or other "front end" kind of adjustments? but). i guess either way it's not like this Extra thing they asked from him was ever even meant to be his Main Thing, as discussed (though now again wondering about the details, if mpc was supposed to get his best shit, if this was an adjustment To it rather than a kind of extension added without having to alter that main event? i don't think billions cares either way. and he presumably could just make something new)....and, again, does axe global retain some contract with him? which winston has no reason to Want to be the case? a typical battle between whether everyone forgets he exists or else their contempt and eagerness to use him to affirm their own superiority means making sure to hold on to him Just Because of that, not even the value, which was never enough to offer him more in the first place or try to keep him from quitting

meanwhile, once again basically every time taylor makes a move towards more autonomy / doing their own thing, winston has a crucial role. coding solo for them in a basement which gave them the investors / Billions they needed to start tmc, making & backing the project that led to the c standing for carbon, now that his algorithm had this key role in the move that ultimately landed them Billions again, personally this time, & tmf (cassandraed! via: taylor mason fucks) but it's just that this time it was taken from him and fucked with, though already the "no credit" part was underway after his role in the mase carb shift translated to all of "for no reason other than wendy's ableism moments, we're Only considering firing You. here's your new best personal bully friend who is instantly & forever preferred personally & professionally" like yeah thanks. billions at least letting us know he got single digits millions for it but like, sorry did anyone start a secret fund stash for winston? seems unlikely, even though spyros the [universally hated guy even beyond winston] and sole prince loyalist here who was actively trying to thwart the sabotage, gets a share just fine, don't even worry about it. all this and how dubious it is billions was trying to be at all "nice" by having winston quit (and then be treated like that in a plotline that only existed so wags could have fun and We could have fun in that too!) when it's like "oh of course he can't just Be Here" like sure whatever. he should get to be away from there but i'm not sure billions is on the same page as to Why when a correct character informs us that actually rian was always being Too Nice by telling winston "shut the fuck up forever r word" whenever he breathed instead of at least keeping it to herself forever instead; don't think we're given room to suppose rian has reflected on this when she chooses to leave after her ""friendship"" with winston did fuckall for her Not helping hurt him even when he's entirely somewhere else & she supposedly cares At All. so even negative attention is supposedly "nicer" than being ignored (it isn't) and yet winston gets to just Not be mentioned, show up, speak, be spoken of....best thing for Someone Like Winston being if he may as well not exist but maybe his coding output just manifests in the hands of people who deserve to benefit from it

[bipherpol]

Ah, well. Here's four songs this time around! "Got Me Wrong" and "Heaven Beside You" by Alice in Chains, and "No Light, No Light" and "Shake It Out" by Florence and the Machine.

ahh i love "shake it out"

also i'm so glad there's someone else out there whose music taste is just as weird as mine is you have no idea

a Vibes song: "barely breathing" by duncan sheik, "irresistible" by fall out boy (tho i'm partial to the version with demi lovato), and this one is probably SO predictable BUT. bon jovi's "you give love a bad name". also disturbed's "stricken".

also also "lani, lani" by paul tabachneck. and okay. this song. this song is very Vibes for me. but it is also one of the more obscure songs in my library sooooo. (also "i think you should leave" from that same album is also good but more debatable on the vibes personally.)

also just for fun and the entirety of cp9: "killing in the name of" by rage against the machine

[cassie48]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲

Dark! Paul Atreides x fem crybaby!Reader

Where in the midst of a crowd, you, the Mahdis wife, get shoved by accident, and Paul isn’t so happy about that.

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

⋆ටᆼට⋆⋆ටᆼට⋆⋆ටᆼට⋆⋆ටᆼට⋆⋆ටᆼට⋆⋆ටᆼට⋆⋆ටᆼට⋆⋆ට

Paul usually didn’t let you out of his sight, he knew better. It always ended up badly, someone would hurt you, or hurt your feelings, and you’d cry. Like you always did.

But you had 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 him to go for a walk with your friends. Fremen friends that you had known longer than you’d known him. He had only met you two years ago. But once he met you, he claimed he’s had visions of your pretty face, standing in the desert, smiling at him with your gorgeous smile.

He claimed you were to be 𝘏𝘪𝘴. So he married you mere days after you’d met. Stilgar having no problems with it as apparently it was in the prophecy, also known as Stilgars obsession.

You wanted to marry him though, you felt connected to him. There’s wasn’t many people that had put up with your emotional personality, but oh how he 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 it. He loved seeing tears in your eyes as you’d cling to him, burying your small face in his chest, how minor things he’d do for you made you emotional, and most of all how you relied on him to make you feel better.

So that’s why you barely went anywhere without him, it was really just easier for everyone. All the Fremen held huge respect for you as you were the wife of their messiah. No one 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 to merely touch you.

So on this particular day, you had begged your husband to let you go with your friends for a few hours. Inside the ancient temple of your sietch, all your people would gather and celebrate. It was an annual day. Celebrating your cultures and beliefs.

Crowds would gather and people would mingle, meeting and seeing friends. It was just an all round fun day. But this one wasn’t.

It had started off quite well. Paul allowed you to meet your friends for an hour or so, making you promise you’d meet him at home later on. You gladly did, kissing his cheek and leaving to see your friends.

Once you did, you and your friends gathered talking and dancing for what felt like forever. After a while you knew you probably should leave to meet your husband.

Paul had joined the celebrations, as he was their mahdi. He had been watching you for a while, making sure you were alright. When he saw you making your way through the crowds he began to walk too, so he’d meet you halfway.

The crowds were pushy, 𝘛𝘰𝘰 pushy for you clearly, as you took a step but we’re roughly shoved by a man on your right. You went flying face first onto the ground, hitting your head when your did.

The man turned to yell at you

“Watch it you- Oh my lady, I-I apologise deeply!” He yelled, not realising it was you. He was a dead man and he knew it.

Mad if he wasn’t already 6 foot under from his actions, to top it off completely, you began to cry, actually you began to ball your eyes out.

The entire sietch became quiet. Many around you quickly tried to help you up, but you were having none of it, and if anything it made you cry harder. The man that knocked you began to shake in fear as he saw Paul make his way to the scene.

The people had never seen their Mahdi with such a hateful and raged look. He shoved passed people in the cowds to get to you. Once he did he bent down to your bleeding face, wiping your blood and tears before picking you up in his arms, giving one last glance to the man that had caused your accident.

“Make sure he waits outside my tent” he growled to three Fremen on his left, before swiftly turning and leaving with you in his arms.

You cried the entire way back to your tent, clinging onto your husband as your face stung. Once you two arrived, he put you into bed, sitting down beside your lying form.

“You must stop crying my love, it’s alright now” Paul said kissing your forehead gently, wiping stray tears on your cheeks.

“Don’t waste them” he muttered.

You did as he said, but still slight hiccups every few minutes remains. “My head hurts” you whispered with an unhappy look on your face.

“This is why I don’t like you out of my reach” he told you, tucking you under the sheets.

“I know Paul, I’m sorry” she said holding back tears at the thoughts of upsetting him.

He smiled at you tenderly, before giving you a gentle kiss, and letting you fall asleep in bed.

He angrily turned towards the tents exit. He took the man waiting outside fearfully in his arms, dragging him away from your sleeping form.

Once he was out of hearing distance from you, Paul shoved the man onto the ground. Taking out a knife, and placing it at his neck.

“How dare you harm hug wife” Paul yelled.

“Mahdi I- it was an accident!” He said almost crying.

“It don’t care. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦, harms her, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.” He yelled, before yanking the knife away from his neck, giving him a tiny knife before plunging the knife into the man’s side, and getting up and walking back to you.

Many Fremen watched, not daring to say anything. They knew better. They knew what he was like when it came to you.

Paul made his way back to your drowsy form, half asleep in your bed. “Paul you whispered” with a pouty look.

He got into the bed beside you, taking you into his strong hold, kissing your neck. “Sleep now sweetheart” he told you, and of course, you complied.

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Just wanted to write something small, I know it’s not much ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎