#NIGHTCLUB
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theyrealllesbians · 3 days ago
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Whenever Jegulus and co. go clubbing, Regulus is always happily surprised by the fact that no weirdos came up to him the entire night. What he doesn't know is that no matter where he is, James has eyes on Regulus and will send a very threatening look to anyone who even glances at him. If that doesn't work- which it often doesn't- James is always very ready to swoop in and deliver a quick "keep moving mate" to keep everyone at bay.
James will do whatever he can to make it so Regulus has the best night he can, even if that means he nearly gets into 3 fights every time they go out. He wouldn't trade it at all
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deceased-bunny · 1 year ago
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Outside the Rave
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inthedarktrees · 6 months ago
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Dale Strong at the Latin Quarter nightclub
Lisa Larsen, “Prettiest Showgirl on Broadway,” Life, March 17, 1952
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one-time-i-dreamt · 10 months ago
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I got a SWAT team sent after me because I was accused of stealing ramen from the store (I didn’t) and when I failed to cough up the store receipt from when I bought that ramen (I don’t save my receipts), they told me I would get a life sentence, so in response to that, I screamed “PENIS BLAST” and teleported into a random gay nightclub.
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atomic-chronoscaph · 10 days ago
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At Studio 54 in the late 1970s
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apoemaday · 6 days ago
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Nightclub
by Billy Collins
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up in songs and poems. There seems to be no room for variation. I have never heard anyone sing I am so beautiful and you are a fool to be in love with me, even though this notion has surely crossed the minds of women and men alike. You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool is another one you don’t hear. Or, you are a fool to consider me beautiful. That one you will never hear, guaranteed.
For no particular reason this afternoon I am listening to Johnny Hartman whose dark voice can curl around the concepts of love, beauty, and foolishness like no one else’s can. It feels like smoke curling up from a cigarette someone left burning on a baby grand piano around three o'clock in the morning; smoke that billows up into the bright lights while out there in the darkness some of the beautiful fools have gathered around little tables to listen, some with their eyes closed, others leaning forward into the music as if it were holding them up, or twirling the loose ice in a glass, slipping by degrees into a rhythmic dream. Yes, there is all this foolish beauty, borne beyond midnight, that has no desire to go home, especially now when everyone in the room is watching the large man with the tenor sax that hangs from his neck like a golden fish. He moves forward to the edge of the stage and hands the instrument down to me and nods that I should play. So I put the mouthpiece to my lips and blow into it with all my living breath. We are all so foolish, my long bebop solo begins by saying, so damn foolish we have become beautiful without even knowing it.
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dorabellingham · 3 months ago
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Kind of night
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warnings: sexual insinuations
characters: jude x fem!reader
summary: when you go to a nightclub with your friend and he doesn't stop staring at you
may contain spelling and translation errors!
Electronic music pulsed through the club floor, echoing in your chest as you watched the neon lights spin and reflect off the walls. You were there because Bukayo had dragged you to the party after the national team game. It was the kind of event you used to avoid, but with Saka insisting so much, you ended up giving in. Now, amidst the smoke, the loud music and the noisy conversations, you felt almost out of place.
—Relax, Y/n! —Saka said beside you, laughing. —You deserve to have some fun.
You smiled, taking a sip of the vodka. It was true that you didn't go out much, but since you were there, you decided you might as well enjoy it. Around him, national team players, friends and guests laughed and talked, creating an atmosphere of lightness after days of pressure and adrenaline in the championship.
But one thing made you feel different that night. From the moment you arrived, felt a gaze fixed on you.
You looked aside, and there he was — Jude Bellingham, leaning against the bar counter with a glass in his hand, his dark, penetrating eyes locked on you as if the world around him was irrelevant. You already knew him by sight, of course, because of Saka and the circles they lived in, but you had never really spoken to each other. Until that moment. He made no bones about being discreet, and you felt a wave of heat rise to the back of your neck. You looked away, trying to concentrate on the conversation with your friend, but something made you turn your eyes to Jude, who continued to stare at you with a smile on the corner of his lips. A smile that said more than words.
Time passed, and with every second, the surrounding environment became hazier, more immersive. The lights danced to the beat of the music, and people seemed to disappear as you felt Jude's gaze burning into your skin. After a while, Bukayo went to talk to other teammates, leaving you alone for a few minutes. It was enough for Bellingham to get closer. He didn't say anything at first, just leaned next to you on the counter, the close proximity making the air feel heavier. His smell was fresh, with a woody note that made your heart beat faster.
—You can't stop looking at me.
He said finally, his voice low and husky, carried by the beat of the music. You let out a short laugh, turning to face him.
—I think you're getting confused. The one who doesn't stop looking is you.
Jude laughed, a low sound that made your stomach tighten.
—Perhaps. —He looked directly into your eyes, without looking away for a second. —But I won't apologize for that.
The heat rose through your body, the game of gazes filled with tension. You didn't know if it was the music, the environment, or the simple intensity of his gaze that made your senses alert in a way you'd never felt before. But something was clear: you didn't want him to stop looking at you.
—Come with me.
He said suddenly, leaning close to your ear, his voice low enough for only you to hear.
Without thinking much, you nodded, and in a matter of seconds, he took your hand, leading you away from the crowd. You passed through the narrow hallway of the nightclub until you reached the door of one of the bathrooms. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as Jude pushed the door, closing it immediately.
The room inside was small, with dim lighting that made it difficult to see the details. But you didn't need light to feel his presence behind you, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating from him. In one swift movement, he flipped you over, pinning against the wall with his body. His hands held your waist, firmly, and his eyes never left yours.
—Do you have any idea how much I was watching you all night?
He murmured, his voice husky and hot against your ear, making your entire body shiver. You smiled, teasingly.
—I perceived.
He didn't respond, he just leaned in more, and before you could think anything else, his lips were on yours. The kiss started soft, but soon became urgent, hungry. His hands explored every part of your body, and you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer, not caring about the fact that you were in the bathroom of a nightclub. His hands went down to your thighs, lifting you with ease, as if you were much smaller than him — and you were, but at that moment, Jude's size seemed even bigger, almost overwhelming. You let out a low moan as he pressed his body against yours, the heat building between your legs in a way that made the room feel even more claustrophobic.
—Stay quiet, sweetheart.
He whispered against your mouth, his tone slightly teasing, as one of his hands unzipped your dress, making the garment fall over your thighs entwined around his waist. You bit your lip, trying to control the sound that wanted to escape, but he didn't make it easy. Bellingham's every touch, every movement was calculated to put you on edge, and he knew exactly what he was doing. You could feel your heart beating frantically in your chest, your head spinning with the intensity of the moment. The muffled music in the background seemed distant, the world outside that bathroom nonexistent. There was only Jude, the way he pressed you against the wall, the way his lips moved against yours, each touch sending a wave of heat throughout your body. For a second, you pulled away just enough to catch your breath, your eyes meeting his. He smiled, that crooked smile you had seen from across the track, only now it seemed even more dangerous.
—You have no idea what you're doing to me.
He murmured, voice husky with desire. His hands were skilled in a way you had never experienced, and it left you on the verge of collapse. You smiled back, your breathing ragged and sweat running down the side of your face.
—I think I know exactly what I'm doing. He laughed, a low, husky sound, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you again, deeper this time, as if to make it clear that the night was far from over.
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retropopcult · 2 months ago
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Matt Dillon and Molly Ringwald at Limelight NYC, 1986
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389 · 2 years ago
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Berlin’s Berghain needs no introduction. With its weekend-long parties and a reputation for being the city’s ultimate pleasure palace, the old power plant turned techno mecca has a reputation for turning away hundreds of punters week in, week out, who are eager to see for themselves what truly goes on inside the hedonistic, anything goes nightclub. With a strict ban on photography throughout the club, queer artist Daniel Marin Medina invites you inside Berghain’s hallowed halls through a collection of intimate sketches he began creating in 2019.
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gayswithchainss · 9 months ago
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@manskins
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Cum & Shop!
models: @loganwiththeredhair & @rogertfranco
photography: Rosie Soko
creative direction: @daddylepore
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inthedarktrees · 5 months ago
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Backstage at New York’s Latin Quarter nightclub
Gordon Parks, “The Girls Backstage,” Life, Dec 22, 1958
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newyorkthegoldenage · 7 months ago
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Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis during their "3AM Mayhem" set at the Copacabana, 1949.
Photo: Ralph Morse via Life magazine Instagram
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simmir99 · 7 months ago
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Welcome to The Stardust Restaurant and Lounge! Here we give those reservations only, no walk-ins welcome kind of vibes. We bougie y'all! Finally sharing this build with all of you and I hope you love it as much as I do. I was going for a dark, sexy, luxurious look.
Why does date night have to end with dinner? Well not at The Stardust! After dinner, grab a night cap while listening to some jazz or R&B, then top off the night off by dancing the night away to your favorite DJ and enjoy unobstructed views of the San Myshuno skyline with your boo. Not to mention a few little hideaways for some random woohoo. What is a night out without shenanigans?!
Now taking reservations! ;)
FREE for download on my Patreon and can be found HERE! Please tag me, would love to see your shenanigans
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heisokay · 4 months ago
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year ago
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I was playing accordion at some kind of nightclub and I had no fucking idea what I was doing. The crowd went wild nonetheless. It was thrilling.
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canmking · 7 days ago
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Happy New Year Guys❗️🥳❗️
How did you celebrate coming into the New Year⁉️
If your in London, I'll be on MC duties on the 18/01/25 If you want to come details are on my Instagram. Pull up for some musical vibes and shenanigans.
Connect with me: 👉🏽 SOCIALNETWORKS BANDCAMP | SOUNDCLOUD | SPOTIFY | APPLEMUSIC
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