#Paul Bloomer

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Paul Bloomer. Gathering, 2019.

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Brittany Snow and Paul Wesley photo dump

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[beautification-tales]

The Betrayal

A late Bloomer tale

Marsha, Stacey, and Ruby were sitting at the cafeteria of their university. They laughed and smiled at each other as they enjoyed the glances from the men. “They really want us don’t they?” Ruby giggled. “It’s so easy these days… it’s practically just routine. I mean, I just eat now but it’s not as fun as it used to be.” Stacey sighed crossing her arms. She slumped in her chair as if she was bored. Marsha rubbed Stacey’s shoulder and said. “Well my maker said we need to find a 4th. I think that should give you the excitement you crave.”

Stacey sat up as her expression shifted to happiness. “Yeah, I’m sure Peter bullied another girl at this school. I…. I could ask him..” she trailed off, her eyes wandered thinking of torturing Peter for information. “Eww, no Stacey leave that fucktard in the rear view. You got your revenge now let’s help our new recruit get theirs.” Stacey moped as Marsha gave her friend a directive. Ruby coughed to cut the tension.

“Well we can always recruit Becky.” Ruby suggested. “Who the fuck is Becky?” Stacey asked with a scoff. “She’s my old roommate. She got betrayed by her best friend.” Marsha’s eyes lit up and quickly glowed. “That sounds delicious Ruby. You think you can turn her for us?” Ruby smiled mischievously, excited to bring a new member into the fold.

“You think I’m ready?” Ruby asked Marsha. Marsha nodded as she gave Stacey a look of disappointment. “ Absolutely girl! You’re ready and you definitely have self control. Unlike others in this group.” “Not fair Marsha! You give me power to get what I want and now it’s all ‘leave Peter alone.’” Stacey raised her voice as onlookers paid even more attention to them. “Lower your voice. Ugh, anyway Ruby. Turn her tonight. Remember to eat well as it will take a lot to make her ‘bloom”

“Oh yeah. I’m hungry anyway. See you girls later!” Ruby got up from the table. She pulled her pencil skirt down and began walking toward the door. A male student tripped and fell distracted by Ruby’s strut. The cafeteria erupted in laughter as the student began picking up his mess. Ruby turned around and approached the embarrassed guy. She bent at the waist effortlessly to pick up a plate and handed it to him. The room became almost silent as Ruby said something to the guy and he began to smile. He placed his tray and plates on one of the tables as Ruby put her arm through his as they walked out.

Marsha smiled with pride as she watched the scene unfold. “Hmmm good girl. You see that? That’s how you feed!” Stacey leaned forward and grabbed onto Marsha’s hand. “Please Marsha! I’m sorry! Can I please see Peter? Just once?” Marsha sighed and removed her hand from Stacey's grip. She knew Stacey wasn’t sorry at all. “You play with your food too much! So you are on a Peter free diet indefinitely!” Marsha’s eyes glowed as she commanded Stacey. “Augh!” Stacey screamed as she got up and grabbed a guy by the arm as she left the building. “Umm hey!” A guy said to Marsha feeling a bit more confident to approach as her gorgeous friends had just left. “Soak your jeans fuckboi.” Marsha purred and her eyes glowed. The guy’s face grimaced as he orgasmed in his pants. A wet stain began to form at his crotch. “Well I’m full!” Marsha smiled as she left the cafeteria.

One year ago

In the same cafeteria

“Hey cow! Why are you eating in here? Shouldn’t you be grazing on the fields?” Peter chuckled, as Mark and Paul laughed with him. “Just leave me alone please. Please, Peter?” Stacey looked up from her table. Peter looked down at Stacey and grinned. “I will if you say it. C’mon do it and we’ll go.” Stacey looked down as her eyes began to water. “Mmmoooo” Stacey bellowed still looking down at her food. “Ha ! I can’t believe she did that! What a loser!” Peter said to his crew as they walked off. Stacey was left alone once again and returned to eating her meal.

A few tables down Marsha was sitting with Tom. “How do you know she likes you Tom?” Marsha asked her best friend with a smile. “Well she smiled at me and put her hand on my shoulder.” Marsha gave a skeptical look to her friend’s answer. “You’re just jealous. You want all this Tom to yourself.” Tom flexed his thin arms as Marsha laughed out loud. She pushed her glasses up her nose. “I love how you always make me laugh.” She giggled. “I love you too.” Tom replied with a serious face and tone. Marsha blushed then smiled again. “Shut up limp dick.” She pushed her friend’s shoulder. “Marsha, Marsha! Language!” They laughed together.

On the other side of the cafeteria Ruby was sitting with Becky. Peter and his crew just sat down still laughing not too far away. “He’s so cute, Becky. He has the bluest eyes you ever did see. It’s like Zack Morris in real life.” Ruby had stars in her eyes as she looked at Mark talking with Peter and Paul. “Ruby, you can’t be serious. They are stupid frat boys who only fuck blonde sorority bitches. They bully girls like us. I mean Peter loves bullying Stacey.” Becky gestured in Stacey’s direction as Stacey sat eating her salad. “Trust me Becky. Mark will fall for me and we will get married and I’ll have his babies!” Ruby blushed as she imagined it. Becky rolled her eyes. “Anyway I’ll see you at the dorm later to study kay?” Ruby nodded as Becky got up from the table with her tray in hand. “Tell Bill I said hi.” Ruby smiled as Becky walked off. Ruby looked back at Mark and felt her heart skip a beat.

Becky walked across campus to her boyfriend’s dorm room. She was hoping to surprise him with a quick make out session before class. As she arrived at his door, she could hear laughter coming from within. Frowning, she knocked on the door. Becky could hear the room grow quiet. “Who’s there?” Bill asked. “Babe it’s me open up!” Becky could hear the whispering in the room as Becky banged on the door. “Bill open this fucking door!” Suddenly, the door swung open revealing Bill with a red face. “Look babe it’s not what it looks like.” Becky pushed past him and saw the blond woman buttoning her shirt. “What the Fuck! ….Traci?” Becky shouted as Traci looked down in shame. Becky looked back at Bill and began slapping his shoulder. “My best friend?! Behind my back? You’re a fucking monster!”

The shame had now caused Traci to cry as tears ran down her face. “Why Traci? When I came to you thinking he was cheating …. Y.. you said nothing when all this time it was you?” Becky felt like she may pass out as all she could see was red. “Look it’s all my fault. I wanted Traci since day one but she wanted you to ‘win’ one for once. I’m sorry Becky but…. We’re in love.” Traci looked at Bill with love and tears in her eyes. Becky felt her head spinning. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Becky pushed past Bill. Becky ran out of the building with tears and rage.

Present day

Rubi knocked on her former dorm room and opened the door. “Becky? Hey are you in here.” The room was dark and was dirty. Becky was doing homework while eating chips. “Yeah… what do you want?” Becky answered, hardly looking up from her desk. Becky’s lips were littered with chip crumbs as she wiped the grease on her hoodie. Ruby grimaced as she saw how badly her friend let herself go. “Hey Becky… it’s me Ruby!” Becky ‘s eyes lit up as she swallowed another handful of chips. She wiped her hands and rubbed on the shirt.

“Ruby? Is that really you?” Becky asked, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement. Ruby nodded, smiling at her old friend. She took in the sight of Becky's unkempt hair, the dark circles under her eyes, and the extra weight she had gained since they last saw each other. It was obvious that Becky had been going through a rough patch, but Ruby was determined to help her.

“Wow! You look great! Did you have work done? You look like a film star!” Becky gushed, her eyes examining Ruby from head to toe. Ruby laughed, as she twirled showing her tight dress, pantyhose and heels. “You like? It sure beats my plaid shirts and jeans that I used to wear.” She looked around the room, taking in the mess.

Becky realized her former roommate noticed the empty pizza boxes and dirty clothes on the floor. She grinned sheepishly, trying to play it off. “Yeah! You look great. You have to recommend your surgeon to me. Sorry about the mess. It’s been a busy semester.” Becky tried to play off her current situation. Ruby walked further into the room, glancing around.

“Becky, you don’t have to lie to me. I was too stupid and obsessed with Mark to see it then. You needed a friend and I let you push me away. I’m so sorry.” Ruby took a step closer, her voice cracking with emotion. Becky looked up at her, surprised by the intensity of Ruby's words. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. Becky smiled trying to change the subject. “How is that jerkoff anyway?” she asked, motioning up and down. Ruby laughed softly.

“Let’s just say the new me has him wrapped around my little finger.” Ruby laughed, spinning her index finger. She glanced around the room again, taking in the dust and the dirty clothes. "Look, I'm here to help you, Becky. What Traci and Bill did to you… It wasn’t right. I mean look at you! You were the one who told me to live life and here you are in the dark in filth. They stole your fire and I’m here to give it back.”

Becky looked at her old friend, her eyes full of hope. "Ruby, I don't know if I can go back to who I was. I've let myself go so far..." She trailed off, staring at her hands. Ruby walked over and took Becky's hands in her own. “I’m talking about being even better! I have new friends Becky… powerful friends. We were all wronged or ignored and now no one hurts us. We do the hurting… we’re going to run this School.” Ruby looked at her friend with a stern face.

Becky scoffed “So you want me in your new gang? Sure I’d join but isn’t a pathetic girl like me going to bring y….mmmph.” Becky was interrupted as Ruby lept forward and kissed her friend. Becky’s eyes opened wide as she felt Ruby’s tongue enter her mouth. Becky was about to push away but Ruby lips felt so soft and she smelled so good. Becky closed her eyes and began to enjoy the moment.

Ruby backed off as a line of saliva connected their lips. Ruby smiled with satisfaction. “Mmmm welcome to the team. I just needed you to say yes.” Ruby wiped her lips with her thumb. Becky looked at her friend with a mixture of shock and lust. She couldn't believe she just kissed her. Ruby pulled out her phone and showed Becky a photo of her and Ruby with two other girls . All of them were gorgeous like out of a Victoria’s Secret magazine.

“We’re all sisters now.” Ruby said.

Becky fell to her knees and grabbed her stomach. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. “Yea this part hurts but it’s worth it” Ruby said as she watched her friend transform. Becky’s skin got hotter and hotter until it all became burnt as if she was set on fire. The black ash fell off her body as her skin became perfect with no blemishes. Becky still grasped her stomach as she felt her muffin top decrease in size. The new strong core felt good as Becky quickly felt her new abdominal muscles.

Ruby felt her lips puff up as they swelled as if stung by bees. The lips turned dark red as her lips opened to let out a moan. Ruby’s eyes rolled back as she felt the sexual energy growing in her friend. Ruby’s eyes glowed as she licked her lips as she heard the moans of Becky’s pleasure. Becky’s hips widened as her sweatpants stretched and lowered down her body. Becky whipped her head back giving into the change as her breasts firmed up and grew. Becky instinctively grabbed one breast and squeezed. She screamed in delight as her ass lifted better than any BBL could provide. She felt her thighs get thicker as her body screamed for sex. Her messy black hair got brighter and more alluring.

Becky began to gyrate as if pleasing a man underneath her. She continued to moan as Ruby felt juices flow down her thigh. The last of the changes happened as Becky’s stature grew a bit gaining height and length as her arms and legs grew. They remained slender and feminine but also toned and strengthened. Becky looked up and met the eyes of her maker. She grinned as she saw her changes were turning Ruby on. Becky’s eyes glowed as the floodgates of her inhibitions were opened. Becky felt no anxiety and shame. The heavy cloud of depression left her mind as thoughts of revenge filled in. Becky stood up as purple flame covered her grease covered shirt changing into a black crop top. The gray sweatpants morphed into black yoga pants that hugged her curves.

“Becky you look…mmmmph” It was Becky’s turn to interrupt Ruby as she kissed her friend. She began to feel her body as their passion ignited. The sexual nature of the two succubi could not be extinguished. After 30 minutes of intense sex the two women collapsed on Becky’s bed naked. “Wow that was the best sex I ever had…and with a woman too!” Becky exclaimed. Ruby grinned as she caressed her friends body. “Mmm it’s how we eat and your urges now are much more inclusive let’s say.” Ruby replied looking at her good friend.

“So when you said Mark is wrapped around your finger?” Becky asked with a wicked grin. Ruby nodded and said “he’s my sex slave.” Becky giggled, thinking of how she could use her power. “Hmmm sounds like a plan.” Becky said before kissing Ruby once again

3 days later

Traci was walking to Bill’s dorm when she could hear the distinct sound of Jim’s groans. It seemed to be coming from his room. She pushed open his door and gasped. The groans got louder. Traci found Bill on his bed, sweating profusely. His hands were tied to the bed posts and a blindfold covered his eyes. A strange but unbelievably beautiful woman was sitting on his stomach, riding him vigorously. Traci shouted to announce her presence. The woman turned her head toward Traci and smiled seductively. “Oh hey Traci! Bill said so much about you. Too bad his love for you couldn’t keep his dick soft when he met me.”

Traci felt tears building in her eyes as she saw the woman still riding her boyfriend. “Bill! What the fuck!” Traci yelled as she felt the betrayal and anger well up inside her. The woman on top of Bill looked up at Traci and smirked. Bill kept groaning as if he didn’t hear Traci. “Awww poor Traci! Looks like your man is mine now and he doesn’t want to stop. I am too… sexy… to mmph Resist!” The Raven haired woman trembled as she came on Bill’s cock. Bill moaned in pure ecstasy as he came. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Traci said, feeling nauseous. The woman slid off of Bill and rubbed his member as it squirted more seed.

“Karma’s a bitch ain’t it?” The strange woman asked, her voice dripping with venom. Traci felt a cold chill run down her spine as she glared at the stranger. She couldn't believe this was happening. Traci sobbing ran out of the room and slammed the door. “Uh oh Bill. Looks like Traci will never forgive you for this.” Becky removed the blindfold from Jim’s face revealing his red tear filled eyes. Bill finally was able to speak again. “Becky… please. I love her … don’t do this.” He begged.

“No, I’m actually finally doing what I want and it feels … so … fucking good. Hmmm seeing Traci like that makes me need another round… or two. Get hard for me big boy and no talking until you make me cum again.” Bill felt his body obey her words as he was unable to talk again and his cock sprang to attention.

Meanwhile at the cafeteria

Marsha, Ruby and Stacey sat at their usual table. Marsha’s eyes glowed. “Ladies, our sisterhood is complete now. It’s time to meet my… our maker.”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

TLB - Romantic Szenarios

warning : smoking, murder, blood, fluff, kissing, implied sex, no use of Y/n

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David : The full moon shone over the two sitting on the cliff. After a long ride on David's motorbike, the two had decided to go to the place where they had met. For them it was a simple evening walk but for the vampire with the ice blue eyes it was everything. Her blood, her smell, her appearance - it seemed to take him over completely at the time. It still did. But now as he moved his head to look at her he couldn't help but smile. The moonlight falling on her made her even more beautiful in his eyes. The soft smile on her lips, her eyes searching the sky for stars. Every time she was happy to see bats in the dark. ,,Hello Earth to David" he suddenly heard and saw her waving her hand in front of his face. Confused at first, he saw what she wanted. The cigarette between her lips was not lit and his was. ,,Sorry bat here," he said with a grin and leaned forward slightly to do the same. His leather-gloved hand went to her own. Stroked each finger before they both leaned forward the last bit. The tips of the cigarettes tapped against each other before hers ignited slightly and the two withdrew. ,,Thank you, sweetheart," she replied, taking the first drag of the drug before letting the smoke escape into the night. Before she leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before leaning against him. The two of them would spend the night and eternity together.

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Dwayne : The sound of the two motorbikes echoed through the night as the two lovers raced along the streets. They had a destination, or rather his heart had a destination. The moon that showed them the way and reminded him of their first meeting. The black-haired man turned his gaze to her who was driving behind him. One night when he met her on the road with a broken down motorbike. He was her handsome knight in distress and they had spent that night together. But now it was a little different as the bikes were running and the destination was set. A few more moments of riding and they arrived at a large area behind one of the few hills in Santa Carla. Dismounting and putting an arm around her side, he pulled her gently against him, hearing the smirk on his romantic face. ,,I discovered it by accident," he began as the yellow flowers appeared on the surface. He saw the surprise on her face as she crouched down in the field and gently stroked the flowers. ,,Scented night candles a night bloomer" he explained and was pleased to see her smile before he sat down with her. He gently took hold of one of the flowers and pulled it out. Gave it to an even more beautiful flower and put it in her hair. Watched her beauty melt into the flowers before he placed a hand on her cheek. He ran his hand over her soft skin before pulling her closer. ,,Thank you Dwayne," he heard her murmur before she overcame the last moments between them and gave him a kiss. He felt her slowly pull him down and the two of them lay in the night blooming meadow. Just the two of them illuminated by the moon.

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Paul : The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that his brothers were gone and that there was a sweet smell in the air. Looking around in confusion and already wanting to call for the others, he suddenly felt a cold body next to him. ,, Bunny?" he asked, slightly confused, and saw that they were in a different hell from their home. Turning to his love he gave her a gentle good morning kiss. Before he looked around again to see where they were. The cave was larger, more decorated and at second glance seemed almost like a small fair. Before his eyes fell on the many tins of blood around them and the remains of masses of popcorn and candy floss. Slowly the memories of the night came back and he vaguely remembered how he suddenly had several little horses from the carousel in his hands. His love of tinned blood and how they ran away from the police and some surf nazis before they had their party here. ,,Paul? I think we've overdone it," he heard her voice as she sat up next to him and the blanket that must have once been a flag of something covered their naked bodies. But when the two looked at each other they couldn't help but fall into another hearty fit of amused laughter. He felt the joy and love inside him. Loved her for her ideas and for going along with everything no matter how drunk they were on blood. ,,Quite a mess," she murmured, but Paul suddenly ran his hands through her hair. ,,Your hair just like that," he murmured and heard the giggle before she could continue, however, he had pulled her onto his lap. Before he ran his hands through her hair and straightened it a little. ,,My pretty bunny," he murmured as he hugged her from behind and held her close. Just holding her close to him. For the moment when there was only the two of them in their shared hell.

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Marko : The night was dark and lit only by the bloody moon as the two vampires flew through the night. Chasing each other and in a playful chase. Again and again they flew around each other chasing each other before the blonde heard sounds from the sea. ,, Honey, it's time" he murmured and he saw her pointed teeth flashing in the moonlight. His dead heart seemed to beat again and besides the rush of blood, she was incredibly attractive to him. Flying down to the beach they soon found themselves in front of a group of hapless Kamper. He saw her crack her fingers felt his own beast increase. Before the two of them pounced on the group, killing one after the other, dismembering, sucking, feasting and reveling in the violence. Clenching his teeth into the throat of one of his victims, he saw his heart standing behind the firelight. Saw how the fire cast pretty shadows on her body. Their victim's blood flowed over them because of the amount of light. Her wild eyes searched for more prey before the blonde threw her another victim. ,,Such a pretty creature," she heard him say, giving him a warm loving smile in all the chaos, which made him smile. Before he went over to her, ignoring the blood and the bodies, and pulled her into a deep kiss. He licked the blood from her lip and deepened the kiss even more. The bloody night was a night of love for both of them.

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Attempting Paul Hollywood’s Bloomer 🥖

[theguitarsallwellandgoodjohn]

Flowers In Bloom

(Period accurate homophobic language)

I haven’t written in a while and I know it’s a bit fast pace but I wanted to write something ok so forgive me.

“ Now you behave George, don’t want any calls from the McCartney’s at three in the morning asking to come pick you up because it will not happen you here” Louise gave her son the Scarborough warning as he was leaving the house. George had just turned sixteen so it wasn’t really that he had any antics in mind. Still he agreed with his mother and zipped out the door.

The bus ride to Paul’s left him with enough time to his thoughts. Not that they held much substance. Most of the time he simply thought about guitars or cars. He overheard some other lads on the bus chatting about some girls they were going with. Then George supposed he should be thinking about girls too. Though then that spurred further thoughts as to why he wasn’t just girl crazy like everyone else. His dad had called him a later bloomer cause he’d never even brought up liking anyone and he was starting to believe it. Before he could get too deep in his assumptions he reached his stop and walked down forthlin to Paul’s.

George knocked on the door to be greeted by a very messy looking Paul, his hair was all scruffy and soft and he looked like he’d never even gotten dressed for the day. A pair of slacks and an old white vest like some old man frequenting the local. “ Hiya George, dad George is here!” Paul called out to his dad before practically dragging George upstairs.

“Me auntie Gin brought us over some new records today, wanna listen” Paul didn’t leave any room for silence, he never would. He pulled out a new Paul Anka release. Paul would usually but on something fast pace, something the pair could be lost in. But this was slow and it was lovely.

“This is a bit of a soft one isn’t it?” George chuckled slightly at the concept of the pair of them sat listening to this swoony drawl. Paul laughed, “but all the girls love these sorts of songs…All soft and dreamy” Paul noted and once again George was confronted with his bus journey.

“Yeah they love a good slow dance…like this like this” Paul gestured for George to get up and dance with him. They both went to lead, but as always Paul asserted himself “no no I’m leading” he demanded, putting a hand to George’s waist.

It was like an electric shock, a bolt through him at lightening speed. It was bizarre and it was warm. The more Paul danced and the more he tried to emulate the mood of the song, the more George seemed to get lost in him. He was on the verge of blushing before the record started to skip. “God sake! This is brand new!” Paul exclaimed, moving away from George to sort the record.

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Later on that night the pair had gotten into their PJ’s and settled just talking on the bed. Paul’s bed was against the wall so they sat at either side just rambling and chatting about everyone possible.

“Yknow what I realised today Paul?” George asked.

“No actually I didn’t George cause I wasn’t aware we shared a brain” Paul laughed but still looked content to listen.

“We hardly ever talk about girls…like I know we did earlier but, these guys on the bus it just seemed to be all they could talk about” George made his point and sat back to watch Paul’s face twist in confusion and thought.

“That’s a fair point George but y’know girls really aren’t my top priority, I’ll talk about them with John but I don’t know I think I’m just trying to fit in with him” Paul replied. There was a moment of silence, a mutual realisation. It lingered in the air like a miasma that seemed to swallow the pair in their own dangerous self-doubt.

“George….are we queers?” Paul broke the silence with a whisper in the dark. It was a sharp question, a knife that pierced the cold night that surrounded them. It all seemed to be made clear for George in that moment, as he saw the moonlight hitting Paul’s face to reveal a scared but inquisitive look in his eyes.

“I uh…I don’t know” George couldn’t look at anything but Paul. He moved across the bed towards him. “Do you think we should test it out?” George spoke dangerously. It was a sentence that if said to the wrong person could quite literally have him incarcerated or killed. The silence once again swallowed the room to the point where the boy felt as if he were drowning.

“Uh I-I…well…we’ll never know otherwise” Paul justified George’s suggestion. Placing a hand on George’s face, once again taking the lead. He pulled George in and their lips met softly. It was sheepish at first, but then once again Paul’s hand was on George’s waist and he was pulled closer. A passionate kiss that sent a warmth through them in a way they’d never truly felt before.

They pulled away and George noticed Paul had tears in his eyes. “Are you okay?” George asked, Paul nodded and wiped his eyes quickly.

“Yeah I, I just never thought…I just never realised” Paul’s sense of self was crashing down around him internally as he gazed upon his friend with new eyes. The tender look in his eyes, the hand still resting against him.

“What are we gonna do?” George asked, startled by the realisation they’d actually just kissed eachother . His breath was still recovering from the excitement of his sexual urges finally shifting into gear as he tried to ground himself in the situation.

“We could… I…I don’t know okay. Keep it between me and you I suppose” Paul noted, “it’s far too risky going out into the world trying to find anyone else” he added. The notion of implying that they would be together floored George slightly. Only Paul could be so bold to assume and to propose such a crazy idea on the fog of his brain.

“Ok then, me and you” George gathered himself slightly. Still not having fully regain his breath.

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It was the early hours of the morning, the sky was still shrouded in darkness and neither Paul or George could get to sleep. They’d still opted to top and tail however it reached a certain point where George simply turned himself around to be next to Paul. Paul without a word took George into his arms, letting George lean against his chest. Feeling the rise and fall, the beating of his heart. George felt Paul’s hands ruffling through his hair, leaning down slightly to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. It was a very tender moment that remained in comfortable silence as the pair revelled in the privacy of their own intimacies. They could work all the hard stuff out later down the line.

But in that moment, George couldn’t stop himself from feeling safe in Paul’s arms as he drifted off to sleep.

(Just in case you needed a reminder of what these cuties looked like in 1959)

[corsetsisland]

The History of Corsets: From Function to Fashion

The History of Corsets: From Function to Fashion

Introduction

Corsets have a rich and intriguing history that spans centuries. From their humble beginnings as functional undergarments to their transformation into fashionable accessories, corsets have played a significant role in shaping women's fashion and societal norms. In this article, we will delve into the fascinating journey of corsets, exploring their origins, evolution, and the impact they have had on women's lives throughout history.

The Birth of Corsets:

 The concept of corsets can be traced back to ancient civilizations, where women used various forms of supportive garments to shape their bodies. However, it was during the Renaissance period in Europe that the corset, as we know it today, began to take shape. Initially, corsets were designed to flatten the chest and create a conical shape, emphasizing the waistline.

The Era of Tight-Lacing: 

During the 16th and 17th centuries, corsets became a symbol of social status and were worn by women of all classes. The desire for an exaggerated hourglass figure led to the practice of tight-lacing, where corsets were laced tightly to achieve a smaller waistline. This extreme fashion trend, while fashionable, often caused health issues for women, including difficulty breathing and organ displacement.

The Rise of the Victorian Corset:

 The 19th century witnessed the emergence of the Victorian corset, which further emphasized the hourglass figure. Victorian corsets were heavily boned and tightly laced, often to the point of discomfort. They were an integral part of a woman's wardrobe and were considered essential for maintaining proper posture and femininity.

The Corset Reform Movement:

 By the late 19th century, the negative health consequences of corsets became increasingly evident, sparking the corset reform movement. Advocates for reform, such as Dr. Gustav Jaeger and Amelia Bloomer, promoted more flexible and less restrictive alternatives to traditional corsets. This movement laid the foundation for the eventual decline of the corset's popularity.

The Roaring Twenties and the Rise of the Flapper:

 The 1920s marked a significant shift in fashion and societal attitudes. The corset was gradually replaced by looser, more comfortable undergarments, reflecting the newfound freedom and liberation of women. The emergence of the flapper style, characterized by dropped waistlines and straight silhouettes, signaled a departure from the restrictive corsets of the past.

The Corset in Modern Fashion: 

While corsets lost their popularity as everyday undergarments, they found a new lease on life in the world of fashion. In the latter half of the 20th century, corsets were reintroduced as outerwear, becoming a symbol of sensuality and glamor. Designers like Jean Paul Gaultier and Vivienne Westwood incorporated corsetry into their collections, reimagining it as a fashion statement rather than a constraining undergarment.

Corsets in Contemporary Culture: 

In recent years, corsets have experienced a resurgence in popular culture, fueled in part by the influence of social media and celebrities. They have become a staple in alternative fashion, cosplay, and burlesque scenes. The modern corset often combines elements of traditional construction with contemporary materials, allowing for a balance between style and comfort.

The Empowerment of Choice: 

Today, the corset is seen as a personal choice rather than a societal expectation. Many women embrace corsets as a form of self-expression, celebrating their bodies and reclaiming historical fashion. Corsets are available in a wide range of styles, from classic designs to more modern interpretations, catering to diverse preferences and body types.

Conclusion: 

The history of corsets is a testament to the ever-changing nature of fashion and societal ideals. From their functional origins to their transformation into a fashion statement, corsets have left an indelible mark on women's fashion and body image throughout history. While their popularity has waxed and waned, corsets continue to captivate our imagination and serve as a symbol of both tradition and empowerment. Whether worn for fashion, cosplay, or personal expression, corsets remain an enduring and iconic piece of attire, reminding us of the remarkable journey they have undertaken over the centuries.

[punkbakerchristine]

hello, tumblr, i am 30 years old and i got into baking and cooking on october 7, 2023–if you know anything about october 7, 2023, you should know how much all of this means to me 😅 i’m a gentile girl trying to be a mensch. am yisrael chai, don’t even think about it 🇮🇱

a little bit about me: i am an artist and a writer with a long background in science and engineering. i love animals (namely, dogs, cats, horses, birds, bats, rabbits, and reptiles), cartoons, books, and movies. i’m a hockey player at heart. i love formula 1. i love top gear and those three zany british men. i love the winter olympics. i love halloween and christmas. i’m a west coast girl. i love hawai’i and the ocean. i’m making a graphic novel. i was friends with chris cornell (yes, him). i’m a grunge fan but grunge fans don’t like me, though: you know that weird little alt rock kid seeing the heavy metal band that no one thinks about? that’s me.

i struggled with anorexia in my late teen years and obesity in the back half of my twenties: if you want to know what it’s like to deal with a debilitating eating disorder and then push nearly 300 pounds, imagine you’re drowning… and then someone hands you a big wedding cake. all jokes aside, i actually have a fat kink, if you can believe that. i actually have a number of kinks, but that’s one of my main ones. i deliberately gained weight to heal from my eating disorder, and to fulfill something that i had been curious about pretty much my whole life (like, “what if i got really fat, as fat as i could be?”) and i felt good. i loved being heavy and the idea of being a “big beautiful woman” if you will (especially when fat women have been worshipped for millennia; the whole skinny craze is relatively new). but i couldn’t keep it up, though: i started having trouble with my heart and my stomach, i was having migraines, and most of all, i was getting edema in my feet.

as of my writing this, since i started losing weight back in mid-july, i have lost 59 pounds, down from my heaviest ever at 268: i crossed the 200 pound threshold back in 2015, and now that i write it out, it would’ve been something to hit that number again after ten years (i’ll go with nine, though 🤷🏻‍♀️).

i’m pansexual and polyamorous. i’m single… but jimmy cracked corn and i don’t care (really, i don’t even think about relationships). i do have a crush, though, on a jewish man and i’ve felt this way about him for almost three years now. i have a crush on him (and he’s even said “i love you” to me) even though he’s in a relationship… yeah. the love of my life is with someone else. but like, i want to see him happy, though, you know? i love him perhaps more so following october 7.

october 7. the day of that attack—the day, the very day—i baked my very first loaf of bread, a simple bloomer courtesy of paul hollywood, one of my influences in the culinary world: as the dough was proofing, i saw a huge horde of people posting about palestine and israel, and it reminded me of a guy who ran into a convenience store at the start of the pandemic and he yelled out, “can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” that was my reaction to it all. i just wanted to know what had happened and no one would tell me… and a friend of mine finally said “pray for israel.” i asked what happened and she told me. i just foresaw everything unraveling from that point forward. so i took the bloomer out of the oven and it felt fated, like it was meant to be. my basic thought was “the world is going to need art and words, and also, people willing to get down and make things to eat”. this is going down fast. (in other words, my healing my body from itself and satisfying a kink had a point after all 😜).

and it might seem counterintuitive, but baking and cooking has actually helped me lose even more weight than i can ever imagine (besides weightlifting and aerobics and boxing and martial arts and yoga, of course). you might think that baking cakes and pies and cookies and making dinner every night would make me 300+ pounds tout suite, but it’s actually done the opposite (so, sorry, feeder community)—and if anything, i enjoy every cookie and slice of cake now. there’s no fad diets here or anything fancy with me, and even with 60 pounds lost i still have a chubby belly (i don’t mind, though—my stomach has been through a lot, it should keep *something*), so i’m definitely not a fitblr.

since october, i’ve felt this need to blog my journey in baking and cooking, and away from my personal blog, too. stuff i made, recipes i think of (and maybe some that need to be passed on, too?), and food i want to make.

my art blog is on here at nuagederose—i also have a therapy blog, theghostandthehealer—and my instagram is badmotorartist. if erotic band fiction (among other things) is your thing, my ao3 is josiebelladonna.

and yeah, i’m 30 and i think i found the proverbial missing jigsaw puzzle piece. age really is just a number!

[drelldreams]

The Art of Deception (Mass Effect Fanfic, AU)

Synopsis: What if Liselle had outsmarted her attackers? What if she had better security, and had gotten some help?

Because if Jack canonically almost killed both Brooks and Leng, then Aria T’loaks daughter sure as hell can at least hold him off! Plus we all know Aria would always keep a trusted guard near her daughter.

Frankly, Liselle was not as powerful of a biotic as one might expect from the daughter of Aria T’loak. While she was not a weak biotic per se, Liselle did not turn out to be quite as naturally gifted as her mother was. She knew her mother had been disappointed to find that out, even if she wouldn’t admit that to Liselle’s face.

Contrary to popular belief, not all asari were powerful biotics. Overall, the asari were the most powerful biotic users as a whole. Few alien biotics could measure up to the skill level of a young asari commando. Most of those who could, were krogan, who had centuries to hone those powers. Still, not every asari had the potential to become an asari commando. While every asari naturally possessed biotic powers, every now and then, a young asari would be rejected from joining the commandos due to a lack of biotic talent.

Liselle perhaps would have been among those, had she not worked about ten times as hard as those asari attempting to get into the asari military probably did. Being the daughter of Aria, she was put on a strict training regimen. Despite of that, she could not call herself powerful. Capable, maybe. But certainly not where Aria would have expected a daughter of hers to be after over two centuries of training.

Her biotic instructor, Cylura, would reassure her that she was a late bloomer. That she was one of those rare kind of asari that would experience a sudden and drastic increase of biotic power when they hit their Matron stage. After all, she was Aria’s daughter. She would have to be biotically gifted.

The maiden hoped it would prove to be true, but she did not choose to rely on those odds. Perhaps she was not gifted like her mother in the use of biotics, but she inherited Aria’s intelligence and cunning nature without a doubt.

———

Aria did not like Paul. She hadn’t liked Nessita, Ikerish, or Naedir either. Liselle was certain that Aria was the kind of mother that would not think of any of her daughter’s partners as good enough. What did she expect? That she would remain without a mate for the rest of her life?

They’ve butted heads a lot over this. Especially since Aria could not find a whole lot on Paul’s background, despite her agents specialized for intel gathering being some of the best in the galaxy. Whoever this Grayson was; he was good. Aria respected that, but this man was close to her daughter and so she would keep digging and digging for every bit of information she could possibly find. She trusted no one. And certainly not when it came to her daughter. Even her daughter’s caretakers and instructors were being watched constantly, and were unaware that Liselle was Aria’s daughter.

Liselle agreed with Aria that she would remain cautious around Grayson. They’ve set up so many rules that anyone who wasn’t familiar with Omega’s nature would have thought of Aria as insane, but the maiden could understand her mother. While Liselle trusted Grayson, she was familiar with the way Omega worked. After all, she had grown up here. Matters could get complicated, and Liselle did not wish to see the results of it.

—-

The moment Liselle had the opportunity to set up secret surveillance tech in Grayson’s apartment, she’s taken the chance. Grayson wasn’t easily fooled; so she had to wait it out a bit. But she was certain that he hadn’t noted anything. If Liselle was one thing, it was subtle. She never acted on impulse. Each of her plans were meticulously constructed, and discussed with Aria herself beforehand. Humans tended to be exhausted after a mating meld, and Liselle had exploited that. She’d set up a prototype of a scanner, as well as carefully hidden bugs in his apartment, which Aria had ordered her to install so she could have her men analyze every word from Grayson and possibly use it for intel gathering. Hacking his omnitool wasn’t an option, so the only way they could spy on his calls was by bugging his place.

The scanning device, the Vilra, had been a prototype of an alert system created by one of Aria’s men - a brilliant salarian engineer. Even advanced omnitool scanners did not pick it up, hence, it had to be searched manually in the old fashioned way without the assistance of technology. It would only be a matter of time until software would be released on the black market to pick up nearby Vilra devices up via a scan, and be able to hack them, but for now, it was an extremely valuable piece of tech to own.

Liselle had planted it so that it was impossible to detect without a thorough search, and so that it could scan anyone who entered Grayson’s apartment. Anyone who got to the doorstep would have their morphological form scanned. In case it did not match the form of Liselle or Paul, a signal would be emitted to alert Aria, as well as Liselle herself. Wherever Liselle was, one of her mother’s Agents were always nearby. Of course, in theory, there was a chance that whoever entered wasn’t hostile, but Liselle knew Paul well. He hardly trusted anyone, but her, to allow them into his apartment. Aria believed the only time someone other than Liselle or Paul would enter were in the case that Grayson were to betray his asari lover. That, or, someone was after one of them, if not both of them.

——

As soon as the Cerberus team entered the apartment, a signal had been emitted to Liselle’s omnitool. Being the daughter of Aria, Liselle’s instincts were finely honed, and it was thereby no surprise how quickly she jumped out of bed. Her mother had prepared her for this type of scenario thousands of times. She’d even set up fake ambushes before, sending some of her men to break into her place, or come towards her, just to see how she would handle the situation.

Maybe Liselle was not quite the biotic Aria had hoped she’d be, but her teachers had praised her reflexes and combat tactics. Before she hit thirty, she could kill someone without even using a gun or biotics.

In an instant, she’d put on a belt; a tactical cloak disguised as a piece of asari lingerie. To distract the enemy, she used a method that she hoped Paul would recognize as being an act of deception. As he’d worked with her before, there was a chance he would recognize it as a trick pulled by Liselle.

Taking out her omnitool, she adjusted the pre-written code quickly, only for a hologram to storm out the bedroom. A hologram in the shape of the asari attempting to disguise herself with a cheap tactical cloak. Liselle assumed that if they could override Grayson’s security codes, they probably had the ability to detect poorly cloaked people.

Only, this wasn’t really Liselle. And Paul knew too well that Liselle owned better tech than that poor attempt of a disguise.

But the intruders? They fell for it. Shooting after the hologram, which was running into the living room, far away from Grayson. Luckily, this mistake already cost them a few tranquilizer rounds. Meanwhile, Liselle took the gun from the bedside table.

A few were still shooting towards Grayson, who was hiding behind cover. He wasn’t armed, and it would only be a matter of time until they’d figure that out. So Grayson opened his omnitool, typing in a command to play noises that would give the illusion of a new thermal clip being injected. Peaking out his head, he checked to see if they were hidden behind cover. As he saw that was the case, the former Cerberus operative hit a command to play the noise of a shot.

While half of the hostiles were shooting after a hologram in the living room, Liselle took the opportunity to sneak towards a woman cloaked, using a neural shock to stun her. Any other move would not have been silent enough. She caught her body gently, lying it down on the floor as quietly as possible.

Liselle was by far outnumbered, so she was not going to risk being detected while half of the enemies were distracted by attempting to find the hologram. If she’d fired a shot, they’d all come towards her. She had to take out a few men before she exposed herself.

She ambushed the brunette man shooting towards Grayson, stabbing him with her omniblade and covering his mouth so the kill would be silent.

Unfortunately, one of the other men had seen her. He was quickly brought down by Grayson, who’d snuck out of cover to knock out the red haired man in a quick ambush and remove his gun. Another human male, somewhat older looking than the rest, was about to shoot at Paul, but as the man did not have any shields, Liselle was able to keep him in a stasis field long enough to render him unable to move. By the time the stasis field had vanished, Paul had successfully removed the red haired man’s gun and taken out the older man.

That is, when Paul began to stumble, falling to his knees. A dart had been shot right into his side. The sound of the shot, or perhaps already the sound of the other man being knocked out cold, must have attracted the other hostiles’ attention.

Damnit. Now it was three to one. Liselle was outnumbered, but if she played her cards right, she’d have a shot. They weren’t armed with anything besides tranquilizer guns. They didn’t have armor, or even kinetic barriers.

“Get out of here, quick!”, a woman yelled. Liselle quickly took cover before the woman was able to hit her with a dart. While her first instinct was to protect Grayson, Liselle knew that would be a stupid move. And Liselle didn’t do stupid, as much as she loved Grayson. Her mother had taught her better.

They weren’t going to kill him. They intended to take him alive. If they had wanted to kill Paul, they would’ve done so already.

“Kill the stupid Asari whore!”, a man with shaggy dark hair yelled as Liselle’s bullet penetrated the forehead of the Cerberus woman. Two to one, now.

Apparently, though, Liselle was just a nuisance. So they were here for Grayson, only. That meant they’d try and kill her. She’d have to avoid being shot with a dart. If she lost consciousness, she’d be dead.

“Come out, and I’ll let Grayson live!”, one of the men— he had some Earth accent that must have been Australian- yelled, holding his omniblade to Grayson’s lifeless body.

Liselle’s biotic flared in anger, her pulse rising. That had to be a trick, right?

“Alright, alright. Fine!”, Liselle played along, slowly moving out of cover. Of course, she gathered as much biotic energy as she could, knowing they were attempting to deceive her.

But Liselle was smarter than that. She’s been in the mercenary business for centuries, and her mother had taught her many things. It was not easy to trick Liselle.

The moment the man drew back the omniblade, letting Grayson’s body slump to the floor, Liselle sent him crashing into the wall, the impact breaking his neck. But the last intruder- the one with the shaggy black hair- was stealthier than Liselle had given him credit for. Maybe that was part of his plan. Playing dumb so Liselle would underestimate him. At the cost of his colleagues lives.

She felt her vision blur in an instant. Liselle tried to fight the effects of the tranquilizer as much as she could, focusing on all of her anger towards those who dared to hurt Grayson to muster as much biotic strength as possible. She quickly changed her mind, however, knowing a single biotic attack would have her lose consciousness.

If this attack didn’t take this guy out, Liselle would be guaranteed dead. She could forget the option of running off and trying to keep him distracted long enough for any help to arrive, or for Grayson to wake up.

Liselle feigned unconsciousness, hoping the intruder would fall for it. Then, she could try to take him out as soon as he got close to her. Unlike her, he didn’t have a gun.

But as Liselle did so, she started to think this was taking a little too long. What was he doing? Was he making sure that she had passed out? Had he seen through Liselle’s plan?

Suddenly, Liselle heard a groan. She could barely see as she opened her eyes, but she could make out the shape of a female turian. One of Aria’s people.

The stabbing attack hadn’t done much but sent her staggering a bit. Having natural armor plating, turians were more resistant to injury than most other races.

—-

By the time Liselle woke up, she found herself in her mother’s private, most well guarded hospital. She glanced around the room to see if Paul was here, too, but there was no trace. Instead she met a pair of four eyes. Tvish, Aria’s most trusted doctor. Had this human man taken Paul? No. No. There was no way. Aria’s Agent surely took this assassin out before he could take Grayson. Being armed and armored, she was at heavy advantage.

“We’ve lost track of him”, Liselle heard a familiar voice speak faintly from outside the room over comms. Bray. “Nyreen was ambushed by a bunch of guys. Guards. Asshole must have bribed them to attack us. Nyreen managed to take all of them out, but this human assassin is gone.”

It took a moment before Aria responded. “My, my- I’ve got some cleaning to do in my organization. At least he couldn’t have gotten far. Not when he’s here on Omega. This bastard will get what he deserves.”

With a scowl, she turned to enter the medbay. Her eyes instantly softened as her gaze met Liselle’s. There was a warmth in Aria’s blue eyes that was reserved for no one but her daughter. It was such an unusual look for the queen it almost made her seem like a different person.

[fragrantblossoms]

Paul Bloomer, Cry, n/d.

[muzaktomyears]

A few weeks before my earth-shattering discovery Dot was also to have her happy world turned upside down. On the night in question we were going about our business in our rooms as usual. Dot had just washed her hair and looked like something from outer space, with her hair in rollers and (God only knows why) she was dressed in a tatty old sweater and a pair of her mother's bloomers. Nobody was around to see the apparition so all was well and we'd had a few giggles about 'if they could only see us now'. We were both happy and relaxed when there was a knock on the door. The one and only Paul had arrived unexpectedly. Dot was absolutely horror-struck. There was nothing she could do about the way she looked. The pair of them rushed off into the privacy of Dot's room and all went very quiet. I was beginning to wonder if they were still alive when the door to Dot's room was opened and closed very quietly followed by the sound of footsteps speedily running down the stairs and the front door slamming fit to shake the foundations of the house. I was wondering what the hell was going on when Dot virtually collapsed into my room in hysterics. Crying and moaning like a wounded animal, her face blotchy, the so-carefully-applied rollers haphazardly falling out, strands of tear-wet hair in straggles around her crumpled little pixie face, and still wearing her mother's bloomers. Poor little defenceless Dot. She wouldn't harm a fly but had been hurt so much that she couldn't even tell me without renewed convulsions and outbursts of uncontrollable crying. As it happened she didn't need to tell me anything. Only one thing would have one that to Dot and that was Paul giving her the push. With the adulation of their fans came such a varied choice of submissive dolly-bird groupies willing to do anything for their new-found idols. A temptation Paul found hard to resist. After all he was a hot-blooded young rocker with a world full of beautiful women just waiting to be discovered by him. He was too young to settle down; he wanted desperately to be foot-loose and fancy-free and I suppose he let Dot down very gently under the circumstances. The trouble was that Dot honestly believed at the time that it was because of the way she looked on that fateful night.

A Twist of Lennon, Cynthia Lennon (1978)

[movie--posters]

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Had to ask because it's a really cool headcanon--what do you imagine Tumblebrutus sounds like when he grows up? What songs could he sing (since you mentioned he has a proper operatic voice)?

I feel like Tumble is one of those kids whose voices just dropped off the side of a cliff one day, seemingly overnight, and it went through that cracking phase pretty badly the first few months (it's like his body couldn't quite decide where it was at just yet). It was almost ironic, because as a younger teenager, he would sometimes purposefully deepen his voice to be taken more seriously and appear more grown up (because he was a late bloomer), which always sounded funny and the other tomkits would poke fun at him for it. Shows them, I guess. 

I'm in the camp that he sounds a lot like Eric Owens (particularly the warm tone of his speaking voice) and dips into Paul Robeson territory. Though Tumble's not classified as a true bass, he ends up able to reach more into bass-baritone territory as he gets better - it's amusing because Gus was a tenor that dipped into baritone if he really stretched it, Asparagus was a baritone, and Tumble took another step down with the bass-baritone. 

Much like cousin Etcetera, who is more on the playful side of her soprano (though she is more inclined to sing classics even if her diction can be so-so), Tumble sings more on the contemporary/folk side (think more in line with, say, something Rodgers and Hammerstein and less Puccini and Verdi and the like), though he’s absolutely not a stranger to any of that and has a couple in his repertoire. He’s nowhere near as serious about singing as other members of his family are - he’s more interested in dance and acrobatics - but he did happen to be blessed with that perfect pitch his Auntie Jelly has which means that he *knows* when you’ve gone off even a little bit. 

He likes songs that have a bit of lilt and fun to them, something he can ham with; things like “Ochi Chorny”, “Come Paride vezzoso... Or se m'ami, com'io t'amo “, “C’est Moi” “I, Don Quixote”, “When I Was a Lad”, “I Got Plenty of Nothing’”, “Non Piu Andrai” - the classic  "Largo al factotum" and “Papagena ! Papagena !”. That sort of thread. 

He’ll drone “Some Enchanted Evening” and “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning” at the top of his lungs in the most saccharine of exaggerated voices when he wants to be particularly annoying. When he’s feeling more classical, he's partial to Robert Stolz's work because it reminds him of his dad and grandad; “Passing By” (above) is another of his favourite more serious songs. And he'll also sing "Hard Times Comes Again No More" (because his dad would sing him that one, too, when he was in a stormy cloud mood; seems to work its charms remarkably well with his own children and patients, thanks dad).

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

About your tag # hot take: this was not a weird thing for him to say imo , can you elaborate on that? thx !

referring to my tags here

Basically, I don't think it's uncommon at all for marriages/very committed romantic relationships to "interfere" with someone's pre-existing friendships, and it especially wasn't 50 years ago. Society values monogamous romantic relationships above all others (save for blood ties, I guess), that's why we have an entire legal-religious institution to certify them; to act like they don't fundamentally matter in how people organize their lives, again especially 50 years ago, is naïve IMO.

I actually find it a bit strange when people imply the only reason Paul should be bothered by the space Yoko was taking up in John's life is because he wanted to be John's romantic/sexual partner.* I mean, it's possible, but John's reorienting toward Yoko was decidedly more than just switching whom he regularly slept with.

*funnily enough I feel like people often have to imply John never really loved Cyn to fully make sense of that theory. Which Is A Weird Take. Unless you're a JP-tinhat who thinks Paul was a "late bloomer" in which case: good on you for having a spicy take. Pls talk to me tbh.

Of course, John was already married before, but he was simultaneously very invested in strengthening his bond with all his band members, to an extent which would still be considered unconventional nowadays. But it seems like, once Yoko came into the picture, he was no longer nearly as continuously invested in this (at least as far as Paul could reasonably tell).

Pre-68, the Beatles + their partners and entourage were an oddly tight-knit group that shared an astounding amount of their lives together, a lot due to the isolation of fame, among other factors. Therefore, it's not unreasonable for Paul to compare his relationship with John to a marriage. We don't really have a word to accurately describe their relationship, although the fact they were actually legally tied to each other and "shared" all their songs makes it an apt analogy IMO.

And that's all without even going into the fact that JohnandYoko were not in the slightest a normal couple with normal levels of commitment.

[argyleheir]

Had another go at Paul Hollywood’s Bloomer. Very nice! 🥖