#(merci dano !!)

[spadesofspader]

the way he said in an interview that he felt really sexy with the extra weight in this movie i’m in love with this man and his bewbs

[lycazart]

old art] some ouals i did in 2022

[beachf4gz]

cringe post sorry

[riddlersbimbo]

Paul DaNOSE (pt. 3)

[starkidsimping]

paul dano characters as high school band instruments

i swear this as been done before mb gang

lineup : edward nashton (batman 2022), alex winterman jones / barry milland (prisoners 2013), timothy klitz (the girl next door), jay (okja), eli sunday (there will be blood), dwayne hoover (little miss sunshine) burt fabelman (the fabelmans), pierre bezukhov (war and peace)

edward nashton is tough. genuinely. most math/science people i know don’t have a musical/artistic bone in their body but i’m gonna play it safe with bass clarinet OR trombone . seems like a trombone guy to me

alternatively, they give up on him and put him with the vocalists cuz he can sing (he hates it)

barry/alex is one hundred percent going ham on the glockenspiel i’m not explaining myself you’re gonna have to trust me.

also i feel like if he could get the hang of it, he’d enjoy the flute

timothy klitz 100% plays trumpet and is bad at it. terribly. only picked it up cuz he saw 3 valves and thought it was the easiest one. can only barely read sheet music

jay (okja) IS a clarinet. the embodiment of. there’s a certain kind of elegance to a clarinet that isn’t the same elegance of a violin or piano and i feel like he’s that

eli sunday can’t read sheet music. he can’t make a sound for any woodwind or brass instrument. by default he’s a vocalist i can’t explain it but i KNOW he’s got a nice set of pipes

alternatively, i see him taking interest in the cello

dwayne hoover is definitely on bass guitar or he’s a percussionist . just look at him how could he not be. plus he thinks the bass makes him look cool. really wants to try french horn though

burt fabelman if you don’t get your ass on that piano right now so HELP me lord . i mean was this even a question? call me lazy i don’t CARE

also alto sax because i say so

pierre bezukhov you sultry gentleman you . i assign you the honour of viola. tear it up you elegant fellow !

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #pauldano #actor #director #LIE #TheGirlNextDoor #LittleMissSunshine #ThereWillBeBlood #KnightandDay #CowboysandAliens #RubySparks #Looper #12YearsaSlave #Prisoners #LoveandMercy #EscapeatDannemora #TheBatman #TheFabelmans #Okja #Wildlife #DumbMoney #Spaceman

[wonderfulnonbeliever]

Hearing their voices is just so....

[ricoelpobre]

Why are they lowkey twinning

[spinkart]

Fucking around

[livingdeaddoll777]

paul danos!! (my camera quality is shit)

edit: did i mention that these were made over the course of like . 7 months?? god.

[always-andromeda]

you're my fav paul blog anf writer 💖 do you have any headcanons for brian wilson? I just wanna squish his cheeks and protect him, also chubby paul is best paul 🥰

Author’s Note | thank you so much, my dear!! chubby Paul is the best Paul oh my gosh. such a lovely spherical man. <3 I'll be filing this one under the Fool for Love category since no prompt was specified!! hope this hits the spot for you, anon!!

A Disclaimer | As with any characters that I write who are based on real people, I would like to say that the Brian Wilson I am writing about here is not meant to reflect the real life Brian Wilson, merely the character Paul plays in Love and Mercy!

Eyelids heavy and vision blurry, you can hardly stay awake. But it's worth it. It's worth having these little hours with him. You wish he'd get some sleep, but this is alright too. Your Brian, stationed at his piano, working out the little song that you're sure is playing in his head while you sit with him.

"Sweetheart?" he nudges your shoulder, "Did you hear that bit?"

You blink fast, eyes taking a second to adjust to the black and white keys in front of you. As much as you love the way he plays, you can't remember for the life of you what just came out of his magical fingertips. You hum and nod faintly, only to hear Brian chuckle.

"What're you laughing at?" you begin to whine.

But your tone only makes Brian's light teasing continue. He rubs slow circles on your lower back that only make your eyelids droop further. His arm curls around you, pressing you closer into his pudgy sides. He's so warm. So soft. God, he's just like a pillow. You whine once more, "Whaaaat?"

"Nothing...you're just very sweet when you're about to fall asleep, that's all." You catch his lips curl slightly; see his eyes crinkle at the corners. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you just want to get a better look at his soft features. 

You huff and barely manage the energy to scrunch up your nose at him. "I am not falling asleep." you conclude with a defiant cockiness.

"Oh yeah? Then what did I just play?"

Your mind goes blank. But Brian doesn't hold it against you. He just shakes his head and smiles again before resting his hands on the piano keys once more.

He coaxes the sweetest sounds from the instrument, exercising the only kind of control that he can with his pressure as his fingers dance over the keys. His ability to simply come up with something off the top of his head always sweeps you off of your feet. When he adds his voice into the quiet song, you swear that it's enough to send you off to dreamland.

Brian hums faintly, making up a melody where lyrics would be. And somehow, even without lyrics, his voice hits just as hard as if he'd delivered pure poetry. His voice is honey, slowly encasing you in a saccharine haze. Your eyelids droop even more.

Until you realize it's something new. Something you're sure you haven't heard him and the boys go over before.

"Are you writing your own stuff again, baby?" You ask faintly. The idea strikes you with just enough joy that you perk up just a little. You know how difficult it is for him to convince the guys to take a chance on his material. And you hate how often he has to stifle his ideas and make it more palatable for the label. More marketable.

Midway through a chord, he falters. His hands go to curl around the seat of the bench and he dips his head. And in the resounding silence, you hear him sigh. It's a sound filled with despair. An echo of whatever turbulence the simple question caused him.

"No...you know what the boys want me to work on." he sniffs bitterly, "Certainly not this stuff."

Your hand lays over one of his. Your fingers can't quite cover his own longer ones. In the dark you feel him let go of the wooden bench and instead squeeze your hand. As heartbreaking as his reply is, the little action convinces you that he's not spiraling. Not yet, at least. He's just upset; just in need of some direction.

Throat dry and voice quiet, you manage to croak out, "There's nothing wrong with this stuff. I think that it was the start of something really wonderful. Besides, you should be allowed to work on what you want."

Brian lets out a soft whine, "But I'm not, sweetheart." Panic seeps into his tone. "If I don't have something to give them...then I lose it. If I lose it--"

Suddenly alert and taking on a newfound sternness, you interrupt, "You aren't going to lose it, Bri." There's a pause where you search through your muddled mind. You struggle to grasp onto coherence when you continue, "I think you've forgotten that...that band doesn't own you. You made them what they are. Without you...there wouldn't be record deals and tours and albums a-a-and...and the music! That music wouldn't be the same if you hadn't helped make it."

Brian's eyes close softly. And for a minute, he doesn't respond. With each second, you wonder if he's having an episode; if he's hearing those sounds that he describes to you sometimes. But his hand squeezes yours tighter, showing you that he's still there.

You keep going, already feeling hot tears begin to well up, "You're only a man Brian. Not a band, not a song, or just a face on a record. You're a human being and you're allowed to have things that are just for you and no one else. What's the point in creating if you stop doing it for yourself?"

All you hear is him breathing. His back slowly rises and falls as he processes your words. And behind the messy hair that falls over his forehead, you see his eyes open. They stare at the ivory keys in front of him. Then he nods.

Looking back at you, he says, "I think it's time for both of us to go back to bed." He smiles with pursed lips. "We need it."

Searching his expression, you don't find anything repressed. No tightness. No strain on his features that hints him holding back how he really feels. Because you know good and well that he tends to do that. That he sees himself as a burden; much too big a load for you to handle. You return your own sweet little smile. 

Somehow, that's enough. It's enough to finally put you to sleep. And though he knows that the worries will come back--they always do--he won't be alone. He may just be a man but he also has you.

[mulchlover4000]

Watched Love & Mercy as well as Blade.

I think Love & Mercy was fantastic, I loved the heavy use of expressionism in it. The scene where Brian is composing Pet Sounds and working with the musicians was almost hypnotic. Great stuff.

I also rlly liked Blade. A great time, It's got all the highlights of a good 90's action movie. The over the top action, the techno, the goofy cgi. A fun watch 👍

[riddlersbimbo]

me and my weak spot for paul dano's beautiful teeth pt. 3 (pt. 1) (pt.2)

[wiggidywiggidywow]

can’t believe that they cast paul dano to play a young john cusack (who’s playing a younger brian wilson)

[caressthosecheekbones]

just watched the Elvis biopic which was fantastic solely for Austin Butler and the insane editing from Romeo + Juliet genius Baz Luhrman. whatever tom hanks and parts of the soundtrack tried I will never understand and am not interested in. all in all a super exhausting watch and I'm almost sure I will not watch it again but. But. it reminded me of my favourite biopic of all time: Love & Mercy. (Brian Wilson -> The Beach Boys) it's one for the tumblrinas, I am not joking. aesthetically super pleasing, visually and the soundtrack (oF CoUrSE!!!!!), depressive as fuck, ending on a high note though and with insanely undervalued performances by both Paul Dano and John Cusack! and Elizabeth Banks! LOVE!

[c01n]

Ouvrez le prétendu corps et déployez toutes ses surfaces : non seulement la peau avec chacun de ses plis, rides, cicatrices, avec ses grands plans veloutés, et contigus à elle le cuir et sa toison de cheveux, la tendre fourrure pubienne, les mamelons, les ongles, les cornes transparentes sous le talon, la légère friperie, entée de cils, des paupières, mais ouvrez et étalez, explicitez les grandes lèvres, les petites lèvres avec leur réseau bleu et baignées de mucus, dilatez le diaphragme du sphincter anal, coupez longitudinalement et mettez à plat le noir conduit du rectum, puis du côlon, puis du caecum, désormais bandeau à surface toute striée et polluée de merde, avec vos ciseaux de couturière ouvrant la jambe d'un vieux pantalon, allez, donnez jour au prétendu intérieur de l'intestin grêle, au jéjunum, à l'iléon, au duodénum, ou bien à l'autre bout, débridez la bouche aux commissures, déplantez la langue jusqu'à sa lointaine racine et fendez-la, étalez les ailes de chauves-souris du palais et de ses sous-sols humides, ouvrez la trachée et faites-en la membrure d'une coque en construction; armé des bistouris et des pinces les plus fins, démantelez et déposez les faisceaux et les corps de l'encéphale; et puis tout le réseau sanguin intact à plat sur une immense paillasse, et le réseau lymphatique, et les fines pièces osseuses du poignet, de la cheville, démontez et mettez-les bout à bout avec toutes les nappes de tissu nerveux qui enveloppe l'humeur aqueuse et avec le corps caverneux de la verge, et extrayez les grands muscles, les grands filets dorsaux, étendez-les comme des dauphins lisses qui dorment. Faites le travail qu'accomplit le soleil quand votre corps en prend un bain, ou l'herbe.

Jean-François Lyotard, Économie libidinale, Les Éditions de Minuit, coll. "Critique", 1974