john paul the second


Okay so I was in the London Beatles shop, because it’s not far from where I live, and they’ve brought in some new statues… honestly I’m fucking terrified lOOK AT THEM,, id pay £125 for Satan on my shelf.

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i have so many things to say about this…in the first one wtf is wrong with ringos face like he looks like a pterodactyl… and georges lack of eyebrows just make him compeletly unrecognizable and i hate the way paul is looking at john…then in the second ringo looks like hes been kidnapped and forced to be there…and judging by georges teeth im assuming hes the one that bit off johns legs

John And Paul, Causing Pain To The Artist In A Dark Alley In Hamburg, by CJD, 2017


On this day in music history: July 1, 1963 - The Beatles record “She Loves You” and its B-side “I’ll Get You” at Abbey Road Studios in London. Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney, it is the second chart topping single in the UK for the Liverpool based rock band. John and Paul begin writing the song while on a bus while touring the UK as the opening act for Roy Orbison, finishing it off at their hotel later that evening. The two songs are completed in one session though neither the original two track session tapes (only the final mono masters) or any documentation of the session survives due to EMI Records policy of discarding session tapes after mixdown masters were prepared. Released on August 23, 1963 in the UK, the record is an instant smash, spending a total of six weeks at number one on the UK singles chart. It becomes the largest selling single in British record history (a record it holds until 1984). “She Loves You” also becomes The Beatles second US number one single in March of 1964.

Just because the two teens [John and Paul] didn’t display or articulate strong feelings at their first meeting doesn’t mean they didn’t have them. I know many writers don’t see the day that way. Most, in fact, downplay the day’s events. One McCartney biography goes so far as to say, “There were no bolts of lightning that day.” Yet, given how important rock music was to both teenagers, I can’t picture them not being stirred at the sight of the other performing.

Sparks had to fly in their rock and roll hearts. The simple fact is that for many years following, they chose each other above all others.
—  Jim O’Donnell, The Day John Met Paul: An Hour-by-Hour Account of How the Beatles Began, Second Edition – Introduction
The five extra words that can fix the Second Amendment
Just add five words, says former justice John Paul Stevens.

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms when serving in the Militia shall not be infringed.”

The framers were not dumb, and were forward thinking enough that if their intent were to scribe the second amendment to be specific to the militia, the extra five words proposed by John Paul Stevens would undoubtedly have been included.


Let’s talk about the second John Lennon and Paul McCartney’s Paris Trip

@mclennonwasreal and I were talking about this second magical and mystery tour and realized that a post about this trip would be interesting for general cultural curiosity of the shippers.
In 1966, John Lennon left the filming of How I Won The War to have a break in Paris, and he met Paul McCartney there.
Apparently Paul was wearing a disguise to escape the attention of the fans:
“They measure you and match the colour of your hair, so it was like a genuine moustache with real glue. And I had a couple of pairs of glasses made with clear lenses, which just made me look a bit different. I put a long blue overcoat on and slicked my hair back with Vaseline and just wandered around and of course nobody recognised me at all. It was good, it was quite liberating for me”. (Paul McCartney - Many Years From Now, Barry Miles)
This trip happened 5 years after the trip John and Paul had in 1961 in Paris, and “it was an echo of the trip John and I made to Paris for his twenty-first birthday” (Paul McCartney - Many Years From Now, Barry Miles).
If Paul was wearing this disguise, he probably was looking like on the first photo. And as John was filming How I Won The War, he was looking like on the second photo. 

Now imagine these two walking in Paris looking like this.


George Harrison and Paul McCartney, 1950’s to 1990’s, screen capped from The Beatles Anthology and Living in the Material World (some posted previously here, here, here and here)

Photo 3: Linda McCartney

“I have a tendency to defend Paul - John and Ringo too - if anyone else said anything without qualification about them.” - George Harrison, NME, 11 December 1976 [x]

“But actually, I love Paul, he’s my mate and it doesn’t matter what I say in the papers, they’re not going to get much mileage out of that one.” - George Harrison on the media reports of a supposed feud between himself and Paul McCartney, 27 February 1988 [x]

“[George] looked up to John so much. He said, ‘Oh, John would be a Wilbury in a  second.’ He’d say about Paul, ‘Paul is a year older than me, and he still is.’ But he really loved Paul, too. And he really loved Ringo.” - Tom Petty, Rolling Stone, 17 January 2002

“‘I remember being on a Chris Evans thing, Thank God It’s Friday or something,’ Paul McCartney tells me on the phone as he drives through London on a warm May afternoon. ‘Chris said during the interview, “So what about George? He’s a bit of an old hippy, isn’t he? All this Hare Krishna…” And it was like, “You thickhead. No, actually: George is very cool. All that stuff, just because you don’t believe it, it doesn’t mean it isn’t cool.” And I’m sure Chris Evans has totally revised his opinion of George, as have a lot of people, because he was effin’ brilliant.’” - Uncut, August 2008 [x]

anonymous asked:

Prompt: modern AU where John and paul don't know each other but they're caught on the kiss cam at a baseball game bcs the announcers thought they were a couple?

this is cute!! hope you enjoy. xox 


John Lennon always went to baseball games. He would go with his Aunt Mimi, with a few mates from school, but usually he would go alone. It wasn’t that nobody would go with him, it wasn’t that he enjoyed the game all that much, but it was the atmosphere. John loved the fact that there, nobody judged him. They were so focused on the game that they wouldn’t notice a giant blue monster walk by, why would they notice an 17 year old gay boy? This particular day, John’s Aunt Mimi was busy with prior engagements, and none of his mates were in the mood to go to a baseball game in the rain. John shrugged it off and decided he would go alone. He threw a jumper and a jacket on, with his dark blue jeans and black boots. John didn’t bother looking for his glasses, instead he struggled for a few extra minutes with his contacts, that way he wouldn’t have to keep cleaning the drops off rain off his lenses. 

Paul McCartney had never been to a baseball game before in all of his life. He absolutely loved the game and had watched plenty on the telly. For his birthday, his father had purchased a single ticket to this particular game, it was all he could afford. Paul was excited. Even though he was anxious to go alone, he was more focused on being at his first baseball game ever. Paul didn’t care about the rain falling from the sky, either. He figured he would only need a jumper over top of his t-shirt, the rain wouldn’t be too cold and Paul would be too wound up in the game to care about how cold he was. 

John sat down at his seat at the end of the aisle, smiling slightly as the rain fell on his face. The seats were packed, barely a seat left in the rainy stands except for a few behind John, and one right beside him. He wished for a brief moment that his Aunt Mimi could’ve come just to fill the seat next to him, but he got over it rather quickly when the players started jogging out to their bases. John smiled and straightened his back, happy he had taken the time to put his contacts in.

Paul rushed to try and find his seat. He knew he was going to be late, but he still tried as hard as he could to make it before the first pitch. Paul wanted to run, but he also didn’t want to slip on the wet ground and make a complete fool of himself. Finally, glancing up from his ticket, he found the seat number that matched the wet, dripping piece of paper in his hand. There was a lad,  roughly his age sitting on the end of the aisle, right next to Paul’s seat. “Uh, s’cues me, mate.” Paul said, trying to catch John’s attention. John’s eyes looked over to the lad standing beside his seat and he immediately shot up onto his feet. “Oh,” John smiled and gestured for Paul to move passed him toward his seat. “Thanks.” The boy had beautiful eyes. John sat down as this stranger did next to him. 

“I’m John.” He stuck his hand out to his new seat-mate. “Paul.” Paul accepted his hand and shook it rather gracefully. Both of them looked back to the game that had finally begun. John noticed Paul was right on the edge of his seat, sitting on his hands as if it could help him get closer to the game, make him apart of it somehow. John knew that look. “First time at a game, Paul?” John smiled as he nudged Paul’s shoulder gently. Paul looked over at John for a brief moment, and turned quickly back to the game. “Yeah, it is.” He nodded. John noticed a small smile creeping onto Paul’s face. 

John was happy to keep conversation down to a minimum with Paul during the game, because he was overly pleased with the excitement spread across the lad’s face, and because John thought he was absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly, it was the end of the game and John could finally converse with the gorgeous lad. “Enjoying it?” He asked. Paul looked over at John with a wide smile. “It’s brilliant! So much better than just readin’ about it in the paper, er watchin’ it on the telly, y’know.” As Paul spoke, John noticed the lad was shivering. “D’ye want me jacket?” John offered, pulling up one side of his collar. “N-nah, John. You can’t just go giving strangers yer jacket.” Paul laughed and looked away, to hide the very obvious fact that he was blushing. 

“Ah, come off it. ‘m happy to.” John shrugged his jacket off and draped it around Paul’s shoulders. Rather than just accepting the jacket, Paul had to make the cutest damn pouty face in the entire world to John. “Are ye sure? Don’t want ye t’get cold.” Paul didn’t break the eye contact with John, which released a hot blossom of butterflies to fly around John’s stomach like mad. “You can return the favour another time.” John tried his best to flirt, but he knew he was absolute rubbish at it. The deep red blush returned to Paul’s cheeks. 


John and Paul heard the announcer yell. The two lads looked up at the screen to see themselves, looking up at… well, themselves. “Oh my god.” Paul blushed even more. John sat up straight and tried to seem proud rather than the nervous wreck that he was inside. 


Bloody hell,” Paul looked over to John. “Well, it was nice t’meet you.” John grabbed Paul’s cold cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. It was only for a few seconds, but to John and Paul it seemed as though time had completely stopped, and they were the only two in the entire world. The way their lips felt against one another made it seem like they weren’t even at a baseball game, they were in a whole new world. As the crowd watched the two press their lips together with their eyes closed tightly, they cheered and clapped for them. Suddenly the sounds all came back, and John and Paul were brought back down to the real world. 

John pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck. Paul looked down at his hands shyly. “Guess they thought we were a couple,” John chuckled. He thought his voice was going to sound awkward as he spoke, but it came out smooth and calm. “Guess so.” Paul giggled and looked up at John. “There’s another game next week, would ye want t’come with me?” John asked with a smile, watching Paul’s smile like a mirror looking back at him. 

John Lennon always went to baseball games. He used to go with his Aunt Mimi, he used to go with a few mates from school, but now he always goes with his boyfriend, Paul McCartney.