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[faultlessspills]

I was reading through accounts of paul’s alleged “moped accident” and got to thinking about all of the pieces of himself that he has had to publicly deny (or outright lie about) over the years for the sake of remaining a Consumable Good.

i know it’s not exactly a hot take at this point, but I highly doubt the official story of the accident. to me, paul’s reported injuries read more like he suffered a rather serious assault. so, in theory: he lives through this super violent and personal trauma, then has to cover it up with a kinda cutesy story about how he was just having fun with his friend and, oopsies, face plant! too busy gazing at the moon! aren’t i cute? aren’t I a silly goose? yikes.

paul jokes about the separation between himself and Beatle Paul or whatever, but that is definitely not just media strategy. it sounds a whole lot like dissociation, or a traumatized brain’s best effort to survive what would otherwise be unbearable. a splitting of the self so the real paul doesn’t have to carry all of it. and while dissociation isn’t inherently unhealthy, it doesn’t really allow for a person to process trauma, it just partitions it.

after all this time, it’s not just about keeping up his image as The Cute Beatle. no, now he has to lie for the sake of the legacy he and john and george and ringo worked so hard (and sacrificed! so much!) to build. just imagine the pressure he must feel as the guardian of the literal dream he shared with john, especially as it’s one of the only bits of john that he can indisputably claim. imagine the desperate need to keep the dream alive and what it might cost him. but like, if he can’t do that, then what was it all for?

idk, i guess I’m just circling around something i can’t quite name. but it sure does seem heavy.

[redgbasp]

I haven’t seen anyone post about this but here’s jerry’s original dialogue vs the remake!

[wesandresons]

random pope moments that make me bark

[talentlesshuman]

My human vivian design hanging out with my trans rights miku design! weee!! 🏳️‍⚧️🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

[cellularmatter]

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[lightbearers]

Concept arts of the symbology and iconography from Destiny by Dima Goryainov.

[wolvzephyr]

[littlesakis-aubade]

Smile, Luigi!

[majinii]

fun stupid headcanon of mine #450: while trying to make sense of L's mask thingy situation, i came up with the idea he actually has to fill in the gaps with black makeup to give the look a 'seamless' impression....

it backfires horribly, more often than not leading to him looking more gross than he (actually) is

i love my disgusting trash raccoon man

[lazysoulwriter]

Erotic and intimate - Paul Mescal.

warning: smut.

The rain falls gently outside as you step into your apartment, your heels clicking faintly on the marble floor. You feel the slight buzz of the night still lingering—tipsy from the wine, hazy from the joint you shared with friends earlier. The city lights outside your window blur into a kaleidoscope of color.

"Paauuul," you call out, your voice playful and drawn out as you drop your bag on the plush couch. You push your hair back, the faint scent of your perfume mingling with the evening air. "Where are you?" You find him sitting on the bed you share, wearing those damned shorts, his dangerously delicious thighs on full display. It's infuriating how effortlessly hot he can be without even trying. He’s thickened in a book, almost oblivious to your presence. But then he glances up, his eyes meeting yours, and a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"My dear… I didn't even hear you come in," he says, grinning wider. "How was your night with your friends? Did you have fun?" He keeps talking as he closes the book, giving you his full attention. "Why don't you come sit on my lap and tell me all about it?"

The audacity of this man. But you go anyway—it’s exactly what you wanted, and he knows it. You sit down, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Did you know you’re absolutely delicious?" you tease, laughing softly.

"Wow!" He chuckles along. "And you’re so damn sexy too, did you know that?"

You don't bother with more banter, leaning in to kiss him instead. Who has patience for this kind of conversation when this man is yours? In the middle of the kiss, your hand delicately trails down, grazing his growing arousal. As always, the sound of his low moan tells you exactly how much control you have over him. His defenses fall completely.

"You know," you start, your voice soft and teasing, "going out without you always makes me miss you so much." You slide slowly down, heading toward exactly what you both want.

His cock springs free, harder and more ready than you even imagined. "Oh… babe," he groans when you take him into your mouth.

Most of the time, Paul is completely submissive, letting himself melt under your touch, your heat, your mouth. He loves how your lips slide along his throbbing length, the way his name tumbles out in broken moans. His hand gathers your hair into a loose ponytail, so he can watch your face while you work. It's both erotic and intimate, a perfect balance.

"Baby… please… sit on me," he pleads between gasps.

"Like this?" you ask, feigning innocence with that teasing smile of yours.

"No… no! Please… with your pussy. I know it’s wet," he stammers, a mess of moans and desperation.

"Show me I’m yours," he begs.

"You’re mine," you declare, standing to strip off your clothes, his eager eyes following your every move as he adjusts himself on the bed.

"Yes, I’m yours. Fuck… I love you."

[moonrpg]

ooh I missed them yes indeedy

[neggi777]

i drew these during inktober and I really like netzach so

[lobster-lover]

doodles and things

[wesandresons]

random pope moments that make me bark

[chui--3]

I drew the Blue Psycho for the first time in over a year since i completed the game... ye...

I love him, hes crazy, but hes so handsome

I like drawing in this style, although i do it damn rarely, but i like every piece of art drawn like this