#Derby Beauty

[carloswilson0]

Discover the benefits of jawline fillers in Derby, a popular cosmetic treatment for enhancing facial contours. Learn about the advantages, procedure, and key considerations for those interested in jawline fillers.

[voguefashion]

Liz Pringle in khaki shorts and jacket by Jane Derby, photographed by John Rawlings for American Vogue, May 1, 1953.

[pernillecfcw]

A double chelsea win it’s just beautiful 😍

[zaftigpink]

Hell on wheels

[the-cricket-chirps]

Joseph Wright if Derby

Vesuvius in Eruption, with a View over the Islands in the Bay of Naples

1773-1775

[ride-a-cow-boy]

Jack O'Connell 🎭

[odeliba]

missing my man right now, fuck international duty 😞😞😞

[squidinkarchives]

Art Nouveau Lady & Flower Quad Plated Dresser Box by Derby Silver Co.

Engraved "Dec. 25-05"

Source: Kansas City, MO Mockingbird Estate Sales & Auctions

Detail Photos::

[summerhighlandfalls]

GAMBLING WINS AGAIN

[coconut530]

NO ONE TOLD ME

NO ONE TOLD ME CYBERNAUTICA WAS ENDING SO I LISTENED TO THE NEW EP JUST LIKE ANY OTHER AND THEN LITERALLY JUST

[abotheredbadger]

Is it just me or has football been real cinematic this week. The Barça Joãos popping off, insane Milan derby, Roma 7-0, BVB somehow won, PSG downfall, on top of that Arsenal having a good game…

[archiveofourpwn]

Guys did you know exercise causes endorphins and stuff... Strange but true

[the-cricket-chirps]

Joseph Wright of Derby, Vesuvius from Posillipo, ca. 1788

Joseph Wright of Derby, Vesuvius from Portici, ca.1774-76

Joseph Wright of Derby, Vesuvius from Posillipo, 1774

Joseph Wright of Derby, Vesuvius in Eruption, 1777-1780

Joseph Wright of Derby, An Eruption of Mount Vesuvius, with the Procession of St. Januariu'-s Head, 1778

Joseph Wright of Derby, The Eruption Of Mount Vesuvius, 1774

[neiich]

I just woke up and saw that Jack Grealish scoreeed 👏👏👏👏

thazzzzzs my boy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[seat-safety-switch]

When we were kids, we didn't have access to cool power tools. Every summer, when the soapbox derby race was coming, we'd break into my neighbour's garage while he was at work. Then, we'd use his drill press, lathe, table saw, all the fun tools. Over the course of a week, a race car was produced, which is more than the workshop ever made during the rest of the year.

Sure, we could have asked him if we could have borrowed his tools, but no doubt he would want to be there to supervise. And then he'd want to help. We'd never get done while we were busy indulging the suburb-tinged fantasies of someone who didn't take wood shop and chose instead to idly worship at the altar of Television Presents: The Fantasy of Bob Vila in adulthood.

One year, Old Man Garrett got a security system. Probably this was because Ted (fucking Ted) didn't clean up the sawdust that one time like we asked him to. The old man must have seen the footprint, and realized that he did not wear size-seven Nikes. Child thieves, casing his precious table saw! Now, our humble breaking-and-entering had become significantly more difficult than "reach a coat hanger under the door and pull the emergency release."

With the help of some of the high-school kids who were taking electronics class, we managed to defeat the security system. We did so using an ancient Japanese technique known as "distract Old Man Garrett while he's setting it, and then cut the wires to the panel." I think it loses something in translation, but you get the gist of it. That year's car was especially sweet.

In adulthood, I got drunk and bragged to some work buddies about our little scam. They responded in abject horror, because I was still occupying the weird hump in the middle of a normal distribution of "acceptable crimes." It was terrifying to them to see one of their own, one of the suburbanites, speak openly about largely-harmless property crimes. What if we had been hurt, they shrieked. Around the water cooler, I would become a pariah, unless I could make amends.

I did hunt down Old Man Garrett after that, still feeling the sting of rejection. He was still on the property, and he still had a beautiful collection of immaculate cabinet-making tools in the garage. I rang his doorbell and, when he answered, I told him the whole story. He laughed.

"I knew it was you dumb shits from the beginning," he bragged. "Fucking Ted -"

"Fucking Ted," I echoed, unconsciously.

"Fucking Ted left his library book on building race cars behind on the workbench that first year. You didn't let him drive, did you?"

I shook my head. "We ran the car into him if the hockey-stick brakes ever failed."

We had a good laugh about the whole thing that evening, and I returned to work with my soul cleansed. It's just a pity Ted didn't know how bad he actually was at crime, before he tried to knock over that liquor store and all.

[javierfashionbazar]

CUCHILLAS DERBY PREMIUN Y CEPILLO DENTAL ORAL B