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ACHTUNG! WIR KOMMEN. Und Wir Kriegen Euch Alle.
I swear the band management gave Schneider a drumstick use KPI at the start of this tour and my favourite menace to society (and his gremlin accomplice Paul in previous shows) is making sure he fails spectacularly.
Happy Till, Poland, 30.07.2023 ❤️
My favourite (bloody) menace to society and his gremlin accomplice ❤️🔥
My two cuties 🥰 (Brussels, Belgium, 03-08-2023) @ lo_rdl
2000 years ago preacher named Paul spoke to a church in Corinth. Corinth was located West of Athens. It was at the heart of so much life in what we today call the Greek islands. Corinth was a seaport a cosmopolitan city, and a trading center that pulled in commerce from all over the Mediterranean world—and beyond.
Paul was writing to a very new church in this city; he was writing to a church that he loved--that means he was writing to people he loved because deep down the church has always been people gathered together around the good news of Jesus. Paul was writing to this church who he loved; writing to these people he loved as they were quarrelling with one another.
There have been divisions in the church for 2000 years. Paul understood this; he knew the divisions. And Paul appealed to these brothers and sisters to see themselves not as separate parties in conflict but to see themselves as God's people.
Over 20 something years of ministry I have found numerous ways that people can divide one person from another. People can fight about politics; people can joke about sports teams; I can make fun of people from Nebraska. Sometimes the divisions are small and frivolous; but sometimes the divisions are so significant and the passion behind them so strong the people feel they must take a stand and they must speak out about somebody else.
Paul appealed to this church to see their unity in Jesus--especially in the cross of Jesus Christ. There is something that feels intentionally countercultural in Paul's direction. In our time, when media companies make great profits by dividing people into ideological silos, Paul's invitation to find a common identity in Jesus crucified and risen matters most of all. The real source of the church's identity and the only real power we have he is declaring resurrection and inviting people to live in the light of the resurrection not at a future time but today.
Peace to you, John
Ok it’s 1:00 in the morning so the creative juices are flowing so here I go😌... the reader and their friend having prom or some dance similar and reader doesn’t have any one to go with but their friend promises they’ll find them someone. Reader still goes on the day of the dance despite not having anyone, but meets a lad dressed in a full white suite (which she though for a second had some kind of “fake wings”) and introduces himself as Paul (part 1/2)
2/2 and says he was set up to meet the reader and take them to prom (so Reader assumes their friend found someone) so they go inside and actually have a lot of fun (even with dancing). Towards the end of the night when reader see’s their friend they ask them about Paul but they respond “who’s Paul”? “Wait you didn’t set me up then who was that I spent the night with...
DUDE
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“Allie, don’t mess with me. I know you set me up with him. He said he was here to dance with me.”
Your friend stared at you for a moment, acting like you’d just grown a second head.
“No, Y/N, I brought David to dance with you. There’s no one I know named Paul.”
That made your blood run cold. How had Paul known you were waiting to be set up with someone? How did he know who you were?
“Where’s David?” you asked, thinking maybe the names had gotten mixed up. Allie pointed to a shorter boy with blond hair. Definitely not Paul.
You made a mad dash for the exit, thinking maybe you could catch up with Paul. Allie was yelling your name behind you but you ignored her, scampering across the schoolyard and around the block. The street was dead and pitch black; everyone was inside.
“Paul!” you screamed, stamping your foot.
“Whatever the hell your name is! I know you’re around here somewhere.”
“Y/N?”
You whirled around so fast, your head might’ve snapped off. Paul was a few feet away, still in his pristine white suit. Even though it was nighttime, you could see him clearly. He almost glowed of his own accord, eyes starry and bright.
“You lied to me. Allie didn’t send you.”
Paul sighed and hung his head.
“I know. I didn’t know how else to ask you to dance.”
“How did you know I was waiting to be set up?”
You took a step closer, squinting as you saw a faint sparkle around Paul. The air was distorted, like when a bus exerted too much gasoline and made the ground wavy.
“I-I overheard your conversation at the party. Seemed like your date wasn’t planning on showing.” Paul watched you with wide eyes as you waved your hand around his back. The sparkles dissipated and reformed.
“What are you?”
Paul backed away, tittering nervously.
“Heh, what d’you mean?”
“You knew. You don’t go to school here and you still knew I needed a date. You just swooped in here like... like an angel or something. How did you know?”
Paul bit his lip and leaned over, brushing his lips against yours. You were surprised but you didn’t pull away. His skin was unnaturally warm, and it buzzed with electricity where he touched you.
Then he was pulling away and for a second, you could’ve sworn you’d seen the outline of a wing.
“I have to go. Tonight was the best time I’ve had in... ages. I wish I could stay but I can’t. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
And then he was rushing down the block. His feet barely touched the pavement, almost like he was flying.
You took off after him, demanding an explanation. But when you turned the corner, there was no one there.
Laying on the ground was a single pink carnation; the one from his jacket pocket. You picked it up and tucked it into your bag, turning around to head home.
As you walked, you looked up, expecting to see the stars that usually guided you home but tonight, the sky was empty.
It seemed they’d all disappeared on you.
The Responsible One
Michael had been odd ever since arriving in Santa Carla. Not a day went by where he acted like he did before the move. Being the oldest sibling meant a lot of things, one of which was taking care of the others when Mom couldn’t. During the entire divorce, you had been there to watch the other two, to make sure they were provided for while Lucy mourned her life moving on.
And here you were witnessing the downfall of one of your brothers while the other was thriving. Sam had gone and even made friends that were as weird as he was, they had come by and gotten him to hang out while you were home. They were lovely boys, kind and respectful when meeting you. You had waved them off, telling them to be safe and have fun, the streets were dangerous after all. Normally, you would have advised against going out, but Sam needed time away from you. So, you had let him go, but not without something to have on hand in case something were to go awry. You had handed him a pocket knife, not something super dangerous, but something to fend off anyone with ill intent. He had shot you a look, the one where he was insinuating you were being overdramatic, but had taken it when you glared. You were relieved when his friends had awed at you giving him such a weapon, telling him how lucky he was for having you on his side.
And that had put them in your good books. Sweet kids, Sam was lucky to have them.
But Michael has been leaving in the night, not returning into early morning. You were worried, admittedly so. You were worried he was hanging around the wrong kinds of people, the kinds that had drugs on hand at any time. Even trying to confront him didn’t do anything, he only grew frustrated at being cornered by both you and Lucy. So, you did what any sane and concerned older sibling would do.
Follow his ass.
He wouldn’t get out of this so easily, making Lucy cry was on the list of ‘NO.’
And he knew that, so why was he going and doing things that were doing exactly that.
Dressing yourself to avoid catching his eye, you listened to the tell tale signs of Michael leaving the house. The cracking of the window and the silence that followed.
So you raced down the stairs and watched as he departed. He was quick, you’d give him that. You chased him all the way down to the Boardwalk. And watched as he met up with four men leaning on their bikes. He conversed with them, laughed and smiled until one of them wrapped an arm around his shoulders. A grimace crossed his face, and so you moved.
Stepping with purpose, you strutted up to the men and pulled the blonde away from your lovely brother.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get your nasty hands all over my darling brother, Micahel.”
Michael had tensed, eye widening once he recognized who had saved him from David.
He stuttered, trying to push you away before the others had really gotten a chance to take a look at you. But it was too late, and the men leered. Taking in your appearance, the vampires watched as you scowled at them, especially David. He had been the one to put his hands on Michael, and you had watched it as it happened.
“I’m sorry, doll, but who might you be? I haven’t seen you around here before.”
David leered. And the rest watched as you remained as you were. Hand still in place on Michael’s shoulder, you scoffed.
“I just told you, I’m Michael’s older sibling. And he was clearly unwanting of your hands being all over him. Fuck. Off.”
And David laughed.
Paul leaned in, eyes tracking every minute detail of you that he could.
“Older sibling, huh? Mikey boy never mentioned you, babe.”
You looked over at Michael, trying to discern the look he was wearing at the moment.
You nudged him, prompting him to speak.
“Any reason for that? I thought I was worth mentioning to your dearest friends. You do spend more time with them than you do us anymore.”
Michael opened his mouth, but was cut off by another one of the unintroduced men.
David interrupted him, pressing a finger to his lips to shush him.
“He was brushing off someone so hot just to hang with us? How cruel of you, Mikey.”
Marko had been the one to speak, pushing off his bike and approaching you.
He had gone to reach for you, but Michael’s hand intercepted it.
God, this was going to be an experience.
–
David opened his arms, gesturing to his band of boys. Motioning to each one as he introduced.
“This is Paul, Dwayne, and Marko.”
You nodded, noting their names and pulling along Michael.
“Great, we’ll be leaving now.”
The one said to be Dwayne had stopped you, stepping in front of you and ceasing your escape. You looked up through eyelashes at him, a scowl overcoming your face once more.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave without knowing your name, lovely.”
Paul sauntered over, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.
“So..?”
“No.”
Michael went to speak but you glared, pointer finger held up to cease his talking.
“I refuse to give you a name until you explain what’s going on with my brother and you all.”
David smirked, eyes sharpening.
“Alright then, we’ll explain everything. Let’s take a ride, boys.”
And that was all they seemed to want to hear, as their laughs started to sound out across the clearing.
Marko threw out his hands.
“Who do you choose to ride with?”
“Preferably, none.”
But you had to admit, the boys were handsome, and roguishly charming. It was just the fact that they were somehow blackmailing Michael into staying near them. If not, you would gladly spend the night with any of them…or all of them.
David laughed under his breath, but you saw the gesture. Sucking your teeth, you pointed to Marko.
“I choose the wild curly blonde then.”
Marko looked shocked, pointing to himself before smiling wide. Cheering, he raced to your side before hauling you up bridal style. Screeching, you held onto his shoulders before slapping his back. He laughed the whole way to his bike, and once you made it, he dropped you on the back. Dropping in front of you, he looked back and smiled.
“Hold on tight, gorgeous, we’re gonna be going fast.”
And that was all the warning you got before he took off faster than you’ve ever gone before.
It was…
Thrilling.
This has got to be one of if not THE most sensual non-sex scene in any film ever.
Yesterday was my birthday an I'm obsessed with the lost boys and think 1987 will always be superior and that was the theme I went crazy when I saw the cake #Tlb #dwayne #micheal #star #sam #marko #paul #david #frogbrothers #1987
Twilight plinks part 2 (the wolves)
Anyone under 16 do not interact these are twitter porn links
This post will include a few of the wolves not all of them but this post will include sam,paul,jacob,seth and jared
Sam:
Sam vibes
Y’all get needy while patrolling (by yourself obvs)
After he gets home from patrolling
Sam vibes #2
Paul:
Teasing and spanking
Rough sex with him
Paul vibes
Also paul vibes
Jacob:
Jacob vibes
Him eating you out
Jacob vibes #2
When he’s in heat
Seth:
This also gives me seth vibes
Seth vibes again
After he patrols
Just seth vibes
Jared:
When he’s in heat
This gives me jared vibes
Somewhat jared vibes
When he’s in heat #2
Name: Patricia (pinkish hoodie) Age:8 Gender: girl Parents: paul and patryk
Name: Pal Age:9 Gender: boy Parents: paul and patryk
Paul Lahote | Twilight | Not my gif | Requested
Y/N: Please!
Paul: No Y/N! I won’t phase in front of you okay! I don’t want to hurt you.
Y/N: You won’t hurt me! You know how to control yourself. I trust you!
Paul: I don’t trust myself! I don’t want the same thing that happened to Emily to happen to you. I love you too much to hurt you!
YN: Exactly! Because you love me, you won’t hurt me. I just want to see your wolf one time, to see something that is a part of you!
Requests are OPEN!
Paul Lahote | Twilight | Not my gif | Requested
Paul: *sighs* Look, you’re my imprint. I don’t care how long it takes you to open up to me but just know that I am here for you. You’re stuck with me. *smiles*
Y/N: *slightly smiles* I-I’m still trying to wrap my head around this whole wolf thing. And thank you for...standing by me and understanding that this is hard for me. I-I would love to give you a chance some day. *blushes*
Paul: *smiles* I will wait how ever long I need too, as long as I can be with you. And that’s all I ask for, a chance.
Requests are OPEN!
Me hice un headcanon dónde Benito antes era bueno, pero se dió cuenta de que no valía la pena serlo en lo "malo de ser bueno", y otro que me saque del orto es que Benito es su segundo nombre, y el primero es Paul, ahora toca buscarle un apellido
tell me why there's no c.ai bots on my baby boy 😭
i based this off a dbh textpost from tumblr on a instagram post, rip the real source