#beautiful player

[ivoryteacups]

baby, if it don't hurt then i'll have to insist

[lanatrailer]

Rare footage unveils Lana Del Rey in the studio, recording her unreleased song 'Beautiful Player' with Darren Coleman, better known as Starz, at a NYC studio in March 2011. Produced by Simon Katz.

[cherriesqvs]

"L is for the love that you gave and took away," .ೃ࿐

[l1zzygr4ntforever]

elvis, where are you when i need you the most? white sequin jumpsuit ghost

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[apollos-boyfriend]

i trust we’re all mature enough now so can i just the say philza ace race incident? genuinely one of the funniest fucking things to ever come out of mcc. it’s up there it’s the mcc7 battle box incident. so many grown adults decided to ignore the actual track signals because of their immutable trust in philza minecraft and i think that’s beautiful

[saydesole]

Vinyl Records 🎶

Music is the most beautiful thing in the world 🫶🏽

[chrissy-kaos]

I had a pretty good game tonight. No goals but did pick up a bunch of 🍎’s. 3rd game back and I’m finally starting to feel my legs again. Plus we had a pretty good bench tonight! Couple of D1 guys and a few ex pros.

[legendarytragedynacho]

Lita Ford, Debbie Harry and Joan Jett in 1977

[omgbeautifulboobs2]

Zoom on... Grâce Charis

[fasth]

Nick Bosa 😭🥰

[l1zzygr4ntforever]

behind behind behind behind closed doors

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[yappyappyapp]

babe, only you.

jack hughes x reader

to feed my jack obsession recently, here’s a bit of angst and fluff (no mature content). please, enjoy.

also: there’s no proofread, so..

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you found yourself always wondering; “am i good enough for him?”, “do i deserve him?”. comments had been lashed out earlier this evening to darken those already eerie thoughts that you fought so hard to not reside with. a long, long stay.

jack came into the room, that was the man that’s ‘in love with you’. those thoughts slashed at your mind little cuts kept wracking your head. the trance you were in was broken by your lovers lips lovingly placed onto your head, and you felt the couch slightly dip when he sat down beside you. his arm snaked around your shoulders and pulled you close to him, your head lying on his shoulder.

no one questioned if he did enough in this relationship. no one made snarky comments on how he was so quiet, how he looked like he never put enough effort into how he showed his love, but they did to you. and it was torture trying to hit those thoughts out of your brain. every single one of those comments lingered for longer and longer each time someone made another.

“what’s wrong?”

his soft voice lingered in the room as he ran his calloused hands up and down your arm. the television was playing in the background, an old re-run of big bang theory, muted, but with subtitles.

“jack, it’s just,” you started, why couldn’t you form words. a pang in your heart stung against your chest. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, he froze, eyes straying from the tv and to your slumped form against him.

“what makes you think that?” he murmured, his blue eyes connected with your glossy (e/c) ones.

“i- im not good enough-“ you were cut off by a sweet kiss to the lips. “don’t talk like that. i don’t care if your quiet, i don’t care what people say about our relationship, (y/n)!” he exclaimed. “people don’t know you, and how lucky i am to actually know and to be with you. i thank anyone in the skies above that they let me hold your hands. you are everything, my universe, my world. don’t let people tear into you.”

he rubbed his hands up and down your spine as you sobbed painfully into his chest, dampening his shirt.

the thoughts were still there, but at least you had someone to guide you along this long and winding road.

“i love you.”