#paulie and ritchie

[elafranco2024]

Even Starr complained about him, noting that “he acted like a spoiled child… he goes on and on to see if he can get his way.” Still, Starr lessened the sting of the insult by noting that McCartney was “the greatest bass player in the world.”

I agree with your opinion Ritchie.

Source:

[elafranco2024]

I love them, I love their relationship.

Yes, I ship Pringo! Paulie and Ritchie are perfect! And also incredible see them together in their 80s.

Ringo treats him with love and respect, always. He was never cruel or mean.

Mcstarr 💕💕💕

“Ringo talked about his first face-to-face meeting with Paul in many months, on a plane, on the way to Mick Jagger’s wedding [in May], and then said, “I love Paul, you know. I really do,” and for a moment, all the neatly printed legal statements I’d pored over, so formal, signed by all the Beatles, one against another, and entered in evidence in the English High Court, numbering the reasons the partnership should or should not be dissolved, seemed strange and distant. Even Klein, in Western gear, a prop holster and six-gun on his waist, the toughest, fastest wheeler-dealer in town, any town, sat there stuttering a moment when Ringo was finished. The drummer’s eyes were moist.”

for @pickledbeatles

♥

[maxwellssilverbeatles]

small compilation of the beatles getting carried

[wronglennon]

ml 1 please

He too struggles with his shoes, to the point where Paul almost offers a hand, but then he’s lobbing them across the room, peeling off his socks too. He keeps closing his eyes and swaying slightly, but already he seems in a better state than at the pub, less glazed and barmy. The usual Ritchie dryness is returning to him in increments. He sneezes, loudly, once, and Paul says, “probably caught your death out there, parading around the streets in the rain like a knob.”

Ringo’s answering grin is instantaneous, “proper little mother hen, our Paulie.”

“Christ, don’t say that in front of John, will you? I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Should hear what he calls you behind your back,” Ringo winks, and it adds a salaciousness to the comment that sends a little trill through Paul. He coughs and tries to play it off, but even drunk out his arse, Ringo has a penchant for reading them. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to, but Paul knows he knows. He always seems to.

yayyy this is actually the one im working on rn. its more a paul study through his relationships with the others but im having a lot of fun w ringo at the minute

[elafranco2024]

Paulie and Ritchie💙💙💙

Pretty happy boys 💙

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[elafranco2024]

He is just adorable! Beautiful face, incredible eyes❤️

Also Paulie and Ritchie, lovely boys.

paul (ft. ringo) in the beatles come to town, 1963 (x)

[elafranco2024]

Paulie and Ritchie❤️

Gorgeous!

[elafranco2024]

Paulie and Ritchie, probably my favorite pic of Pringo ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[lick-me-lennon22]

How they act when they're sick + how you take care of them 💊

(huge thanks to @pmak2002 for requesting this one!! 💗)

Paul:

when he's fallen ill, Paul becomes even more of a drama queen than he already is

following a bad coughing fit, he'll croak out: "I'm so weak.. Y/N, I'm dying!! I'm too young and pretty to die! T^T" he exclaims, throwing his head back and shutting one eye- the other remaining open just so he can gauge your reaction to his hysterics

you shake your head and giggle at Paul, reassuring him: "You aren't dying, dear- you simply have a bad cold. I'll take wonderful care of you, don't worry- you're in good hands," you tell him, kissing him gently on the cheek

he chuckles softly and looks up at you with wide, glassy eyes: "You really are the sweetest- you know that, right lovey?"

he'll beg you to join him in bed: "Come lay with me darling, it'll be so lovely"

"Ohh I know it would, I just don't want to get sick"

Paul pouts in response and huffs, "You'll be sorry when you aren't here for my FINAL BREATH!!" he dramatizes, feigning distress

you roll your eyes- "You're such a princess, Paulie"

he shoots you a look- "Yeah, yeah- but I'm your princess" <3

John:

whenever John is feeling under the weather, he always tries to deny it as best he can

he plays his illness down and tries to do everything for himself, refusing to rest or show vulnerability in your presence

you rise from the couch and wander into the kitchen in pursuit of a snack for you and John only to find him stood in front of the stove, focused intently on the steaming kettle and two ceramic mugs before him

"John, what are you doing up??" you ask, incredulous- "You need bedrest!!"

"Relax love, I'm fine- don't ye worry yer pretty little head about me," he says, nose clearly stuffy and voice even more nasally than usual

"....John." you warn, quirking an eyebrow and giving him a stern look

John removes the kettle from the stove, pouring each of you a steaming cup of earl grey tea and taking his own into his hands

"What? I'm not even-" he begins, interrupting himself with a violent coughing fit

"...come on, let's get you to bed," you sigh, grabbing your own mug and guiding him to your shared bedroom for some much needed respite

George:

when George has caught a cold he accepts your TLC, but downplays the severity of his condition for your sake

he mainly uses it as an excuse to sleep even more than usual (if that's humanly possible)

you often check up on him even if he's out cold, your expression softening and your heart melting when you see his serene face

'I wonder what he's dreaming about,' you muse- and with that thought George shifts positions, mumbling quietly in his sleep: "Y/N..."

you smile to yourself and begin to tear up, knowing he's dreaming of you ♡

George also tends to take advantage of your care when he's sick, requesting that nearly all the food in the pantry be brought to his bedside

"George... you know I want to do anything in my power to help you heal, but that'll be your fifth bowl of noodles in the past two hours.."

"But babe- 'aven't you ever 'eard the expression, 'feed a cold, starve a fever'?" he tries with a lopsided, wolf-toothed grin

you sigh, unable to refuse him, and fetch him another helping

"Thank you doll, you're so good to me- i won't forget it, ye know"

Ringo:

Ringo- your sweet, loving boyfriend- tends to act very needy when he's ill

he runs a fever and suddenly he's back in primary school, being kept home on a sick day:

he kindly requests for you to put cartoons on the television and a colorful box of tissues on his bedside table

you comply with his wishes of course- even tucking him in, brushing his fringe to the side and giving him a gentle peck on the forehead

he looks up at you, beaming, and blows a kiss back- taking care not to afflict you with the illness as well

he constantly has to ask you to bring more lozenges to the bedroom, as he's already inhaled every one like they're hard candies

"Y/N, would you be a dear and fetch me another bowl of soup?"

"Sure lovey, coming right u-"

"Ohh, oh! And some ice cream? Pretty please?" Ringo implores, gazing up at you from bed with his big, blue puppy dog eyes

your heart melts and you give him a soft smile, replying with an "Of course, Ritchie- anything for you"

"Thank you Y/N, you truly are the best" ♡

[elafranco2024]

Paulie, Ritchie and Martha, what a lovely pic!

Mad Day Out session, Cavendish Avenue,  28 July 1968

Tom Murray: “Paul was sat with his dog Martha in the dome in his back garden. When we pulled up outside his house there were seven or eight girls waiting by the door and when they saw all the boys turn up they went hysterical and started crying and screaming. Paul was the perfect host. He was very polite and made us a cup of tea and offered the biscuits around. He posed for this shot. It was just Paul, Ringo, the dog and myself in the room. All the others were in a different room and as the dog looked one way and Ringo the other, I snapped. I only took one or two frames. Why take ten when one will do?”

[mimikyugirl]

The one with the song

-oneshot-

.While Y/N and her friends wait for Ringo, John has the brilliant idea of ​​starting a truth or dare game.

.Pairing F!Reader x Paul McCartney.

Word Count: 2.2K

You and your friends were together at Paul's house, waiting for the moment when Ringo would show up with the car.

Your favorite band (and Paul's, though he's too proud to say so) would play a show in the nearby town and you got it into your head that you needed to go see them.

The plan started as a joke the weekend before, when John drank too much and suggested you steal a car to drive there.

George then came up with a relatively better (but no less risky) plan for you to actually go. Before the end of the night, you had already decided that Ringo would take care of the route and Paul would take care of the tickets.

Ringo didn't have a driver's licence but was the only one with access to a car (and actually knew how to drive), so the task was assigned to him. There was, of course, a small chance (big chance, as John kept saying every five minutes) that something would go wrong and he wouldn't even make it to Paul's house.

As for Paul, it took just a few visits and a phone call to get the tickets and also a brief backstage visit to the band.

Paul's father and brother had been out of town for over a week now, which created the perfect space for you to enjoy the liquor bottles from the cupboard and sleep together in the living room after a long night on the pier.

You practically lived in Paul's house now, since his father was no longer there to throw you out. You guys got a lot closer after that, having shared clothes and even the bed on occasion.

"He might as well be going to jail right now…" Paul whispered, burying his face in his hands in a gesture of both impatience and weariness "And we're going to stay here like a bunch of fools waiting for him to show up."

"Forget going to jail, Paulie" John's voice came from the kitchen "He might as well be at home getting some good slaps for trying to steal the car."

"Would you guys stop? Jeez, he's less than ten minutes late, it is fine" George said, briefly lifting his head from behind a magazine.

John appeared a few minutes later and sat in the armchair almost on top of George, drawing complaints from the boy.

Paul was getting more and more agitated sitting on the couch, until you decided to join him and try to ease the tension of the night a little.

"We need to be distracted" You say, drawing their attention "Before John ends up with a black eye or Paulie has a heart attack."

"And what's the suggestion?" George asked, throwing the magazine on the coffee table.

Before you could think of anything, John threw himself between you and Paul and started laughing like an evil genius as he said "Truth or Dare!"

Paul looked at you as if asking "How did we managed to be friends with this guy for so long?" and George frowned confused at the suggestion "Are ye sure this is a good idea?" He asked.

What George silently questioned Paul at that moment was "You know John is crazy enough to tell her, right now, that you're in love with her, right?"

"Well… why wouldn't it be?" You said, taking up the space on the floor below the sofa. Without your noticing, George exchanged a brief look with Paul, as if trying to gauge his friend's reaction.

And thats when George realized that John also knew more than he should about you and your feelings for Paul.

When Paul finally sat down beside you, George's confused look dissipated into a half smile.

You made a makeshift circle on the rug while John fished one of the whiskey bottles from the cupboard and Paul remained strangely silent.

"Are ye alright, love?" You asked, waking Paul out of what appeared to be a very long daydream. He raised his eyes towards yours and gave a tired smile "I'm just worried about Ritchie" He whispered letting his fingers absently play with the hem of your jacket "Something might have happened, y'know, he doesn't live too far away and..."

"He. Is. Bloody. Fine" John said, taking a long sip from the bottle of whiskey between each word, eliciting a loud laugh from all of you. The mood quickly lightened as John spinned the bottle for the first time.

The bottle pointed at you, and enjoying the moment where it wasn't being spinned, you followed John and took a long sip of whiskey, feeling it slowly warm your chest as he said "Okay little one, what's it going to be?"

Paul watched your face curiously "She always chooses truth, don't her?" He said, looking away from you quickly.

The other guys laughed. It was true. You used to play it safe around them, as it could become too intense too fast.

"Oh, okay then, Paulie. I choose dare" You said, as if defying the curious gaze with which Paul studied you.

John jumped to his feet as George looked at you in surprise, shaking his head slowly as he muttered "Big mistake, Y/N."

Your heart pounded, remembering the day John was challenged by Ringo to jump naked off the docks in the middle of the night.

"I dare you to play the song..." John paused dramatically as he brought the whiskey to his mouth. It was enough time for you to understand where he was going.

"He wouldn't" You thought, the smile and color slowly draining from your face "He wouldn't do it."

His mocking smile almost made the whiskey you drank go back to your mouth.

"Play that song you wrote for little Paulie over'ere."

It was like the words came out of John's mouth in slow motion.

"What?" was the first thing you heard, not even daring to look at anything other than the point between the rug and George's feet "You wrote a song for me?"

"John, that's really not funny" George scolded, with no smile in his voice. You knew he was looking at you. You knew everyone was looking at you.

"Come on now, Y/N. It was a lovely song.." John continued "What was the lyrics like? It was..."

The only thing that stopped you from standing and breaking the bottle over John's head was the sound of the horn coming through the window.

John ran there and then quickly went to the door. You forgot for a few seconds where you were and the purpose of the night "I can't believe this... he told Paul" was all you could think about.

George quickly got up, and before going to the door he bent down towards you and asked if you were alright.

"Yeah. No problem" You said, no strength in your voice whatsoever.

Paul was still sitting silently beside you, as if trying to think of the right thing to say. Ringo's voice quickly filled the room, and before Paul could begin the speech he spent so many days rehearsing, you got up and ran outside to the car.

"What happened to her?" Ringo asked, studying the faces of his friends "Ask John" Paul muttered in a rush, pushing John by the shoulder "Good to know yer alive, by the way, grandpa" He yelled at last, following you towards the car.

"What?" John said, straightening his shirt "It's not like it is a secret that you like her. I just wanted to help out."

The cold wind ruffled Paul's hair a little, and made him wish he hadn't left his coat inside. As he walked towards you, Paul really had to hide the victory smile that threatened to take over his face. Even though he thought John was just teasing you, the idea that you could actually feel something for him cheered him up a lot more than the show could.

He had been trying for months to talk about how he felt to you, but he always assumed you weren't interested in him, or that maybe you only saw him as a good friend.

Paul found you sitting on the hood of the car, the headlights still on. You had a cigarette between your fingers and he quickly lit one too.

"You shouldn't listen to what John says, y'know" He said, after sitting besides you for a few seconds "We know he just said that to mock us."

"God, I hope with all my heart it wasn't" He thought, imagining the scenario where you really didn't feel anything for him.

"I just shouldn't have shown the song to him before... before I showed it to you" You said, not daring to look Paul in the eye.

The boys' conversation at the door caught Paul's attention for a few seconds, leaving enough space for you to look at him. His pants, sitting in that position, were beautifully tight around his thighs and his hairy arms, in the badly folded white shirt seemed to be an invitation to your hands. Paul smelled like apple juice and cigarettes, and all you wanted to do was let your lips slide over his jaw.

"So…does it really exist? Did you write something for me?" he asked, letting his attention return to your face.

Your eyes met briefly before you looked away and shook your head, whispering a "yes" so low that Paul might as well have imagined it.

The smile spread across Paul's face, but before he could say anything, George yelled from the door that you guys needed to go.

"Y/N" Paul started to say, in a rush "I was scared to play early in the night because I knew if John spinned the bottle and it stopped on me, he would make me say how I really... feel about you. "

You swallowed every word Paul said, but it barely felt real.

"George... you see, George was worried that this might happen. I really didn't think... I didn't think... If I knew you had said something like that to John I wouldn't have..."

Before he could finish, John pulled him towards the car door, and Ringo helped you out too.

Ringo took his place behind the wheel and John got into the seat next to him, making some joke of the fact that none of you knew how to drive, but you could barely hear a thing.

Because now you know Paul likes you.

Paul, who is right there, a George away from you.

You sat down and let the sound of conversations in the car take you away from your own mind, noticing that only Paul's mind was as far away as yours.

A few minutes after the car was moving, without any warning, George nudged you and whispered "You should switch places with me kitten. Just to, y'know, be near him."

Then he quickly pulled you over, and before you could say anything, you were sitting next to Paul and George now occupied the space by the window.

You made eye contact with Ringo in the rearview mirror and he gave you an encouraging wink, like he knew exactly what was about to happen.

Paul had his forehead against the window glass, focused on the landscape and maybe as desperate to get away as you were. You moved closer and nudged his thigh lightly, trying to control the breathing in your chest.

"Not now, George" He whispered, not looking away from the window. You rested your hand on his thigh this time, squeezing lightly and feeling his warmth through the fabric.

This time, Paul didn't even have to look down to know it wasn't George there anymore. A shy smile spread across his face, and he turned slowly towards you. Paul's hand took yours and gently stroked your fingers as his eyes traveled over your face.

"We don't have to say anything right now" He whispered, his lips lingering against the skin near your neck longer than they should "But I need you to know that I wrote a song for you too."

You turned your face towards his lips in an attempt to have them pressed against yours.

It was as if nothing else existed but him as he brought his fingers to gently slide down the side of your face "I wrote thousands of them, love" he whispered at last, before locking his eyes with yours once more.

George watched the scene out of the corner of his eye and did his best to keep John distracted so he wouldn't screw it up again.

Paul spent the rest of the trip whispering against your skin and eager for the details of the song you wrote. His lips need to be constantly barred from getting closer to yours, as he didn't want the first kiss to happen there in the car with the other guys.

You silently thanked John for his effrontery, as he had somehow managed to get McCartney to now hold your hand, something none of you had the courage to do before.

Apparently Paul wrote a song about how he would like to do that. How he wanted to hold you close and to kiss you more times than there are stars in the sky. He would play it for you, as promised between whispers, at a time where you could belong just to each other.

[johnny-w-lennon]

posting some pics of me with my bandmates for my birthday :D not gonna tag this as #beatles though cuz i know an anti-factkin will probably find it and send me d34th thr34ts /hj

all of us! i can’t help but smile when i see pictures from mad day out. you could see we were friends! and they mean a lot to me. also paul looks fantastic in pink :D

um, paul? also why did we do this?? and why do i look so cheeky ???

i like this one too. i like pictures where george doesn’t look miserable a lot haha.

the gayest fucking photo shoot i’ve ever had to do. and we knew it

ritchie :) a beautiful man, and an even more beautiful friend. gosh you were just such a sweetie. your drumming skills are unmatched! we wouldn’t have had a band without you. i miss you so much.

georgie, i love you like a younger brother. i know we were all bitter and upset with one another, after the band had split, and i apologize for how i may have acted towards you then. i will always treasure you, and i know you’re out there somewhere. hare krishna. also, you look fantastic in purple! :D

and lastly, paulie! my best friend. i’m so glad i’ve found you again, i never thought i would’ve. we don’t get to talk often, but when we do, my heart swells with pure joy. i remember our beatle days, and i remember you. these memories mean so much to me, sometimes i happy-cry thinking about them. gosh, i wish i could hug you right about now.

[callmemythicalminx]

❄️3rd of December❄️

❄️Suprise - Sam’s Playlist ❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Summary: This is the playlist of songs that I use when I write for Sam or just want to be reminded off him. It’s all over the place in tone and genre, so just be prepared lmao. I will be posting Paulie and Tommy’s playlists too as part of the calendar, as well as another secret one. 

Dedicated to:  @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding ​ @blackbladevika ​ @my-blog-for-me ​ @rammstein-obsession ​ @octorebel @demonsouthere ​@mayday1284

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Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka

Snowman - Sia

Speak Softly Love - Andy Williams 

The More I See You - Frankie Randall

Mad About The Boy - Helen Forrest

Arcade - Duncan Laurence 

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra

Young Girls - Bruno Mars

Dusk Till Dawn - Sia, ZAYN

Believer - Imagine Dragons

Paint It, Black - Ciara 

Video Games - Lana Del Rey

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

You Want It Darker - Leonard Cohen

The Whistler - The White Buffalo

Stronger Than Ever - Raleigh Ritchie 

Natural - Imagine Dragons

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! At The Disco

Human - Rag’n’Bone Man

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

You Make Me Feel So Young - Frank Sinatra

It Had To Be You (Big Band and Vocals) - Harry Connick.Jr

Somethin’ Stupid - Frank and Nancy Sinatra

Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez

Hell And You - Amigo The Devil

Feeling Good - Michael Bublé

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

The One That Got Away - Katy Perry

I’m A Fool To Want You - Frank Sinatra

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos

 These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You) - Ella Fitzgerald

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Thanks for reading minxies! 💕 Does anyone else have any songs they listen to that remind them of Sam, let me know them in the comments if you do ☺️

[lennonsprincess]

Paul really acts like a little boy with Ringo I noticed it's really cute like a baby brother wanting to impress the cool older sibling. Showing him paintings and tapping on his arm to get his attention. There's this video of the Let it Be era when Ringo walks in and goes Hi Paul and Paul goes RITCHIEE in this super adorable way like his big brother has just came home from school. Even today they're a pair of old fellas and Paulie is always 'i wanna give ritchie a kiss on the cheek.' Precious.

I know! They’re adorable.

[waveofahand]

Ciggie Break: Paul’s Sex Hair

SCENE: John Lennon and Paul McCartney have just returned to studio two at EMI, both wearing rather smug smiles. 

PAUL: Alright, lads, break’s over let’s get back to it, shall we? GEORGE: Um...Break? I thought you and John just went to the loo? Ritchie and I been working. You and John didn’t say nothin’ about takin’ an actual break. PAUL: (Blushes) Ah, well, we just had a ciggie break, you know.  RINGO: Did you go to the canteen? Could have brought us back a bit of tea. JOHN: We were on the roof! Had a ciggie on the roof, didn’t we, Macca? PAUL: Aye, on the roof, we were. 

GEORGE: Yer lyin’ Paul. Worst liar I ever saw. PAUL: (Acting hurt) We were, you know!

GEORGE MARTIN (Loudspeaker): John and Paul, welcome back! I was wondering where you two had disappeared to. JOHN: Ciggie break! On the roof. Sorry, then!

GEORGE MARTIN (Loudspeaker): What, out in all that rain? For twenty minutes? JOHN: ...

PAUL: (Meekly) Is it rainin’? Musta just started.

RINGO: Is that why yer hair is all mussed up? Wind before the rain?

PAUL: (Concerned) Sure, tha’s it. Is my hair mussed up?

RINGO: Only in the back, though. How’d that happen? 

GEORGE: Yeah, kind of like a bird’s after a quickie in the alley, doesn’t it? Like you been pressed up against the wall.

PAUL: (Blushing furiously) Shurrup, George. 

GEORGE: Someone grabbin’ at your hair, then? Are you anxious, Paulie? Grabbin’ at yer own hair? 

PAUL: ... (Looks at fingers, decides to eat one)

GEORGE MARTIN (Loudspeaker): Boys, have any of you been in Studio 3? The techs are there and are complaining that the door was left unlocked and some equipment was knocked down. Apparently an amplifier was overturned and there’s ... well the studio is a bit of a mess.

JOHN: We were on a ciggie break. 

PAUL: Vandals, obviously. We didn’t notice anyone around, did we John?

JOHN: ... Ciggie break. 

PAUL: (Trying desperately to change the subject) Okay, lads, shall we? George, want to try your song again?

GEORGE: (To John and Paul) Yer both filthy, you know. 

RINGO: (Knowingly to George) They were on a ciggie break.

GEORGE: (Rolling his eyes) Aye. Huffin’ and puffin’ I bet.

RINGO: They’re a lot more relaxed, now, anyway.

PAUL: (Very softly) Shurrup, Ritchie. Ciggie break.

GEORGE: Longest ciggies ever rolled...

JOHN: Paul...fix yer hair, love.

[elafranco2024]

I love them and love them together!

Paulie and Ritchie ❤️❤️❤️❤️