#club hits 2024

[afrohouseking]

How To Black Coffee! UNREAL DJ Skills

[al-luviec]

vito

[doinggreat]

everyday i wake up with a smile cause football

[brettlorenzi3]

I really should be studying for an exam I have on tuesday but lando got his first win, I live in miami, and im above 21 soo-

Gonna abandon this hellhole and visit every club from key west to the florida georgia line brb

[fxckmeimadj]

I loved hearing about @ladygaga's process in the studio with @cirkut, her band and fiancé making her "Disease" single. The song has been fucking sick wired into my sets, gone over elite at every party, and her breakdown is something every DJ and party people should see! 🎧 💪🏼🌈

[cherry-sandwich]

YESSSS SOFI

[internationaltvvyoutube]

Penzance_Cornwall_Gay_LGBTQIA-Pride #_Lton_John #The #Elton_John Sound 1st June 2024 #LOVE_SummerTime_TV_Magazine_Worldwide #Cornwall_Pride_Org support them Thanks' .https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccjNNcd-uJ8

[gentlethorns]

sigh missed my words yesterday bc i slept all day, woke up around 8 pm feeling terrible, tried to get my words in and simply could not do it. i went back to bed around 2 am and then slept until 11 am today and again woke up feeling awful. i think it's bc my period is coming bc i always flare up near my period and i'm also very moody (cried over stupid shit today, like so stupid and insignificant i can't even remember what it was). however i did an extra 1k monday to get up to 60k total (just got impatient about hitting that milestone) so if i do an extra 1k today it'll be like it never happened

[laura-davies]

The Business - Tiesto (The Unofficial Music Video 2024) #tiesto #the #bu...

[x-heesy]

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚, h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚, h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚, h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚, h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚, h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ṋ̷͆̽̍͊d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕d̶̖̠̖̳̏̇̏̆͆̂̾̚, h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ f̵̢̘̦̺̼͈́̒̈́̊͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐

Hit Me Hard by Noisuf-X

@len0r @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @boanerges20

[coacros]

DJ Sollda DANCE ECSTASY Mega Dance Hit 2024 popular club music

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Harold Faltermeyer - Axel F 1985

"Axel F" is an electronic instrumental track by German musician Harold Faltermeyer. It served as the theme song for the 1984 film Beverly Hills Cop, its eponymous character (as portrayed by Eddie Murphy) and the film franchise it is based from, which became an international number-one hit in 1985. The track reached number one in Ireland as well as on the US Billboard Hot Dance Club Play chart. Additionally, it was a number two hit in Belgium, Canada, the Netherlands, Switzerland, the UK, and West Germany. In addition to the Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack, the song appears on Faltermeyer's 1988 album Harold F. as a bonus track.

Faltermeyer recorded the tune using five instruments: a Roland Jupiter-8 provided the distinctive saw lead, a Moog modular synthesizer 15 provided the bass, a Roland JX-3P provided chord stab brasses, a Yamaha DX7 was used for the marimba sound, and a LinnDrum was used for drum programming. All instruments were played by Faltermeyer. According to Faltermeyer, the initial reaction to his first presentation of the track to the film's producers and director did not result in an immediate approval; it was not until director Martin Brest voiced his approval that the producers showed enthusiasm. A music video was produced to promote the single, directed by Faltermeyer.

"Axel F" has been sampled in many songs, including "Champion" by South Korean singer Psy. In 2005, Crazy Frog's version became a summer hit. It topped the charts in the UK, with some of the best weekly sales of the year, and remained at the top of the UK Singles Chart for four weeks to become Britain's third-best-selling single of 2005, outselling and outperforming the original version. It also reached number 1 in Australia, the Republic of Ireland, Belgium, Denmark, New Zealand, Norway, Ukraine, Spain, and Sweden. In France, the song stayed at number 1 for thirteen weeks, only to be dethroned by Crazy Frog's second single, "Popcorn". This was only the second time that an artist had ever dethroned themself in that country. It peaked at number 3 on the US Digital Sales chart, and number 2 on the US Adult Contemporary Top 20. In 2024, as part of a tribute to celebrate the release of Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F, the Crazy Frog Youtube Channel made a special crossover music video with Netflix, featuring scenes from the movie, but re-edited to feature Crazy Frog in them, being chased by the Beverly Hills Police and Axel Foley.

"Axel F" received a total of 88,3% yes votes!

[acesofspadess]

Track Walk {2}

landoscar x content creator!reader

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

series summary: You were invited to the Miami GP for your Track Walk series on social media, what follows after you run into a certain Papaya boy, no one could prepare you for...

series warnings: cursing, angst, smut, making out, mentions of people you may not like, mmf, threesome/throuple, if there is more let me know... ;)

a/n: this a long 4 part series, but the chapters will be released daily!! also... there is no hate to anyone mention in this story, it is a work of fiction and any hate towards the characters/people will be deleted.

Singapore 2024

So here you were, the Singapore GP. The past 5 days were eventful to say the least. Your body was covered in love bites from each boy, there was no telling who gave which. Apparently the entire grid and the wags knew, which helped them cover up to the media. You walked in with Lando and Oscar, laughing at a stupid joke Lando said. To anyone besides the drivers, it was a very fun friend group, but you were sure it would stir something up. “Hello, hello, hello.” You waved with a large smile at the camera. “We don’t usually do evening walks do we? But Singapore is the beginning of the night races so get used to it…” The track walk and the weekend went just as planned. During that weekend you met Max Fewtrell for the first time. It was very scary for you. This was someone Lando had grown up with, someone he had chosen to be one of the important people in his life, and you knew how this could look to an outsider- an F1 creator dating not one, but two, of the most prized drivers in the sport. But you two immediately hit it off. “I just know Oscar is enjoying not being the only one having to handle his mess.” He laughed as you guys watched Free Practise. “It’s not even the mess though, Max, it’s the food!...”

The entire weekend was looking favorable for McLaren, and then when Lando kept his position into the first lap, you knew it was game over, another McLaren win was pending. And right you were. “Lando Norris can stop hearing about his starts, and start hearing about his finishes! For the third time Lando Norris takes the chequered flag…”

You bounced up and down with Max as Lando screamed into the radio. “That's a double podium finish for McLaren!” You screamed and he laughed with you before giving you a hug. “They’ll want to see you.” He told her and she shook her head. “Too much attention, they’ll see us after.” She said not wanting to leave Max behind.

The music thumps through the club you all decided to go to after you finished at the track, vibrating the floors as colorful lights flash across the crowded room. Lando, Oscar, and you move through the throng of people, your body already buzzing with the high of celebration. Lando’s win had electrified the night, and the three of you are ready to let loose—carefully.

Lando’s arm stays draped over your shoulder as you make your way to a private booth near the dance floor, Oscar trailing closely behind. 

Around the booth, the other drivers and their girlfriends are scattered—Carlos and Rebecca, Max who was running solo, Charles and Alexandra, Pierre and Kika—all laughing and cheering. The energy is high, but there’s an unspoken understanding between them. They know. “I would say cheers to Lando’s amazing race-” Carlos started, “but you only won because of her.” Lando and Oscar shook their heads as everyone around you laughed.

You laughed too, cheeks heating as Lando pulls you closer. "You’re not wrong," he teases, brushing a quick, casual kiss against your temple. It’s brief enough to pass as friendly, but the way your heart skips betrays its meaning. Oscar slides in on your other side, his hand finding your knee under the table and giving it a gentle squeeze, hidden by the dim lighting and shadows.

They’re subtle but deliberate, their touches igniting sparks that make your heart race. The conversation swirls around you, but the trio only has eyes for each other. When the music shifts to something slower and sultry, Lando tugs your hand. "Dance with me," he says, voice low and irresistible.

You follow him onto the dance floor, Oscar not far behind. Lando’s hands find your waist, pulling you against him as your bodies move in sync. Oscar presses in from behind, his chest warm against your back as his fingers brush your arm, sending a thrill down your spine. It’s intoxicating—the heat, the music, the feel of both their bodies surrounding you.

But you have to be careful. Lando shifts slightly, turning you just enough to keep you shielded from prying eyes, and Oscar’s touch drifts away whenever someone looks too closely. The tension grows with every near-miss, every stolen glance, and every lingering brush of fingertips.

Lando leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’re ours tonight," he murmurs, voice rough with desire. Your pulse quickens as Oscar’s lips skim your shoulder—quick, subtle, and hidden in the dim lights—adding to the heat coiling low in your stomach.

The three of you move as one, but always just discreet enough to keep your secret. The world blurs around you—flashing lights, the beat of the bass, laughter from your friends at the booth. None of it matters. All you can feel is the heat of their touches, the fire in their eyes, and the promise of what the rest of the night will hold.

f1gossipofficial

liked by user45 and others

f1gossipofficcial The papaya boys went out to celebrate last night with other drivers as well as their girlfriends, but pictures show the papaya boys very close with each other. This comes after a recent video McLaren uploaded where Oscar and Lando were seen holding hands at one point and being very touchy… 

user45 oh this is crazy

user67 how do papaya rules work now’

user18 they had a good time last night

user4 how about we stay out of there lives and not dissect and try to out people who clearly don’t want to be outed

user68 landoscar was too good to be fake

user49 i for sure thought one of themm was going to get with Y/N

user23 i thought it was Lando user90 i thought it was Oscar user62 am i crazy for saying both user23 user62 yes user49 user62yes user90 user62 yes

“This sucks.” Oscar said into her neck. They were at the airport saying goodbye because they wouldn’t see each other for another month. “I know, I’m sorry love.” You giggled softly at his dramatics. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, finger scratching the strands of hair at the top of his neck. You looked at Lando who watched the scene unfold. Oscar wasn’t much of a showy person, so seeing him show anything they never took for granted. 

“Osc, you okay?” Lando asked seeing his shoulders raise and then drop deeply. “I just feel so complete with her here, I don’t like when she isn’t.” He told his boyfriend who rubbed his back. He finally pulled off letting Lando hug you around your waist lifting you up. “Gonna miss you baby.” he said kissing your cheek knowing people were around. “I’ll miss you both so much. But we’ve done it before right? Osc you’ll see your family. Lan you’re going to Portugal with Max. We’ll al be so busy, it won’t feel like a month will it?”

Lando and Oscar nodded holding onto each other. You checked your RM watch, one the duo had gotten for you this previous weekend. “Time to go, babies.” you sighed. They scooped you into one big hug. “See you soon.” You kissed both of their cheeks before they walked off to their own gate, leaving you at yours. 

The month at home was supposed to be a time to recharge, but it only left you restless. Your days blurred together in a haze of casual errands, late-night shows, and constant texts from Lando and Oscar. The messages were frequent and full of love—updates about their time apart, teasing remarks, random photos, and sweet "miss you" notes despite the time zones. Even with their busy schedules, they made an effort to check in, and it always left you smiling.

Then came the post.

Your best friend stormed into your shared flat, phone clutched in hand. “Y/N, you need to see this,” she said, eyes wide with urgency. She handed you her phone, and your stomach dropped.

There, on a gossip page, was a photo of Lando and Magui faces and bodies very close to each other with big smiles on their face in company of Max and Pietra. The caption read: “Lando Norris spotted looking cozy with Magui and friends. This is after rumours of them earlier in the year were clouded over by new friend Y/n L/n and his teammate Oscar Piastri that Lando has been seen getting very flirty with...”

You froze, the phone trembling in your hands, the three of you already saw the airport photos of your group hug. It was what it was to you three though. “What the hell?” you whispered, voice barely audible.

Your mind flashed back to when Lando and Oscar had confessed something about Magui. They’d told you they’d once considered inviting her into their relationship, but something had always held them back. Then they’d met you, and everything changed. They knew immediately they wanted you.

You pushed the memory away, your chest tightening as you stared at the picture.

Without a second thought, you dialed them both. They picked up almost immediately, Lando’s voice warm and his face smiley. “Hey, baby,” he greeted.

Your throat constricted. “I’m not coming to the next GP,” you blurted.

There was a pause. “What? Y/N, what are you talking about? We planned this together.” Oscar cut in confusion on his face.

“I just can’t,” you said, your voice breaking and eyes filling with tears. You didn’t want to bring up the post, unsure if Oscar even knew.

“Wait, what's wrong?” Lando asked, concerned about lacing his tone as he saw your eyes fill.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself. “I’ll talk to you later.” You hung up before they could say more.

That night, your best friend held you as you cried, her arms wrapped tightly around you. “They don’t deserve you if they’re going to pull this shit,” she murmured. But her words only made you cry harder.

The next day, your phone erupted with notifications.

From Lando: "Baby, I swear it’s not what it looks like. Please call me." "I would never do this to you. You have to trust me. Nothing happened." "I’ll explain everything if you just call me. Please, Y/N."

From Oscar: "Y/N, I didn’t think this would get so out of hand. I’m sorry." "You mean everything to us. Don’t let this ruin us." "Please, let’s talk. I’ll tell you everything."

From Max Fewtrell: "Y/N, you know Lando wouldn’t do this to you. He’s losing his mind right now. Please talk to him."

From Alexandra: "Hey, I saw the post. Are you okay? Call me if you need to vent."

From Rebecca: "Y/N, this is so unfair to you. If you need to talk, I’m here."

You ignored them all, until finally, you caved and called Lando and Oscar. They answered on FaceTime, both looking worried.

“Nothing is happening with Magui,” Lando said quickly.

Oscar nodded. “We wouldn’t do that to you. You have to know that.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” You sighed aggravatedly. “If you knew she was going to be there why wouldn’t you say anything? Why would you get close with her again knowing someone's eyes are always on  you.

But then, Lando and Oscar got very silent, you could have thought the screen froze, and something passed between them. It was subtle, but enough to make your stomach churn. “What?” you pressed.

Oscar sighed. “I knew she’d be there. I thought it would be fine.”

Your chest tightened as Oscar's words hit you like a punch. "You knew?" you whispered, barely able to contain the hurt. "You knew she'd be there and didn’t say anything?"

Oscar hesitated, looking like he wasn’t sure how to answer. "I didn’t think it would be a big deal," he said quietly. "I thought it’d just be... fine."

"But it is a big deal!" you snapped, your voice rising, frustration bubbling over. "If you had just told me, I wouldn’t be upset. I could have handled it, but now it feels like you’re hiding something. Like you’re trying to have your cake and eat it too."

Lando’s voice cut through the tension, softer but still desperate. "Y/N, that’s not it. We didn’t want you to feel like this. We didn’t mean for it to look like we were hiding anything from you."

"You did hide it, Lando," you shot back, shaking your head. "You knew she was going to be there, and you didn’t tell me. It makes it seem like you wanted to keep me in the dark while keeping her close, like I’m some backup plan."

Oscar looked pained, and Lando seemed to be searching for the right words. "It’s not like that," Oscar said quickly, but there was an edge of panic in his voice. "I didn’t think this would happen. I thought it’d be fine."

"But it’s not fine," you responded, your voice cracking slightly as the weight of it all hit you. "You’ve betrayed my trust, Oscar. And Lando, you should’ve known better. If you had told me, we could have figured it out. But now? Now I feel like everything we shared was an act, something to keep you occupied while you figured your feelings out."

Lando opened his mouth, clearly struggling, so Oscar spoke up in a low voice. "Please, Y/N, we didn’t mean to hurt you. We just... didn’t think—"

"Exactly," you interrupted, your voice soft. "You didn’t think. If you had, we wouldn’t be here right now. I know it's only been a few months, but I thought our relationship was stronger than this. I thought I meant more to you than this, but you’ve shown me I don’t."

“No Y/N-”

With that, you ended the call, the sound of the FaceTime disconnecting echoing in your ears. You sat back on the couch, your heart aching, but you knew this was the only way to handle it. They had crossed a line, and now you had to protect yourself from the mess they had made.

Max Fewtrell texted shortly after: "Y/N, I know what it looks like, but I promise Lando wouldn’t do this to you. He’s doing his head in and acting erratically, please talk to him. He’s about to go into a race weekend." 

Hattie messaged, too.. “Oscar fucked up, but I’ve also never seen him this upset with himself. He is so sorry, I’ll never tell you what to do, but just know he really cares.

You ignored everyone.

Of course you watched the triple header, you were still their girlfriend, and before that you were their number 1 supporter. Track Walks were not as fun to you during that time, everything reminded you of what happened. They still texted you everyday, telling you about their day, about their thoughts on the race, saying they missed you and they were so sorry.

But Brazil was a disaster. The rain poured relentlessly, creating dangerous conditions on the track. Both Lando and Oscar struggled, and a red flag giving those who hadn’t had a pitstop a free one essentially knocked Lando out of the Drivers' Championship contention, but besides that, out of a win. Your heart ached watching it all unfold, tears falling down your face slowly, but you stayed silent, refusing to reach out.

A few days later, Max went live on stream with Lando. Lando sounded tired, wanting to stay muted when he didn't have to be heard, his voice hoarse. He admitted he’d been eating old food from months ago and wasn’t feeling well. Max F texted both you and Oscar after the stream: "Lando needs you. He’s not doing well at all."

Oscar replied immediately: "I’m on my way."

You stared at the message, conflicted. It wasn't until the next day when you were eating lunch that Oscar's text messages were blowing up your phone,

Osco: Baby, I know you don't want to talk to us, but Lando really isn't doing well.

Osco: I've spent all morning with him crying into my arms, degrading himself, it hurts so much to hear. He thinks everything is over, he needs you baby. I need you. 

Finally, you texted Alexandra and Rebecca, asking what you should do. 

Mes Amours 💗

You: Help…Oscar’s been texting me about Lando this morning. He said he spent the morning crying, degrading himself, and thinks everything’s over. I want to be there, but I’m so hurt. I don’t know what to do.

Alexandra: Wow… I knew things were rough for them, but that’s heavy. You’ve got to take care of yourself first though. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.

Rebecca: I get that, but… it won’t get better if you don’t talk to them. And, Y/N, I’m going to be honest here: Carlos is worried about Lando too. He told me Lando’s been completely off lately—barely eating, barely talking. He’s spiraling.

Alexandra: Wait, really? I mean, I knew they weren’t doing great in Brazil, but I didn’t think it was that bad.

Rebecca: It is. Carlos says he hasn’t been himself for weeks. And honestly, if Carlos is worried, you know it’s serious. Lando needs you, Y/N. Even if it’s just to talk. You don’t have to forgive them yet, but they need you right now.

You: I’ve missed them so much, it hurts. But I’m scared. What if I go back and things still don’t feel right? What if they don’t really understand how much they hurt me?

Rebecca: Then you tell them. You lay it all out there. But Y/N, we know how deeply you care for them, and it’s obvious they care about you too. I think they understand, they just need to see you in person.

Alexandra: Whatever you do, we are holding your hand.  Taking a deep breath, you texted Max Verstappen: Can I use your jet?

[m1ngyuism]

; protective!bf mingyu. (tw: violence)

protective!bf mingyu who instantly knows something is bothering you the moment you get back home, the frown on your beautiful face instantly tugging at his heart in pain.

protective!bf mingyu who wastes no time to have you in his arms and makes you tell him what's wrong.

protective!bf mingyu who tenses up and feels rage boil in his blood when you confess to him through tears about your classmate who won't stop trying to hit on you, harassing you relentlessly every day in classes.

protective!bf mingyu who focuses on making you feel better first, smothering you in kisses and cuddles and getting your fav chinese food for takeaway.

protective!bf mingyu who glares into your phone screen as you show him the annoying texts, the desperate 'you're so gorgeous' and 'just come to the club w me this weekend, promise i'll show u a good time' messages ticking him off.

protective!bf mingyu who drives you to your university the next day and follows you around campus the whole day, his muscular arms always firmly wrapped around your waist or your shoulders.

protective!bf mingyu who can't help but scoff when he spots the classmate across the room, his jaw setting in tensely as he burns holes through his head with his furious stare.

protective!bf mingyu who tells you to wait in his car for some reason after your classes, promising you that he'll be back in a bit.

protective!bf mingyu who only shrugs when you ask him what he did when he gets back into the car, jeans dirty and fists stained with blood.

protective!bf mingyu who can't help but smile as he spots the classmate in his car rearview mirror, hobbling his way out of the carpark with a black eye, a bruised lip, his shirt torn, and his head bleeding as mingyu drives away.

© m1ngyuism, 2024.

note; i do not condone violence at all, but i'm just sick of being harassed by a classmate so i had to write this for myself <3 #imjustagirl

[sooshihu]

charles leclerc x reader ~ instagram au

prompt: the great looking driver we all know and love creates controversy with his new and surprisingly young girlfriend

warnings: age gap

january 5 2024

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wagsf1

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wagsf1 !charles leclerc has been spotted with an unknown girl outside of a club in monaco!

after this picture was taken he allegedly drove off in his new ferrari with the girl

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user she does look like his type that’s for sure

user YALL I FOUND HER SHE LITERALLY JUST TURNED 18 LAST NIGHT

user im sorry WHAT

user mr leclerc going younger and younger i see

user didn’t he like break up with his girlfriend like 3 weeks ago?😭

user our fav walking red flag🥰

user oh to be her…

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february 2 2024

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yourusername 💦☀️🌊🤍

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yourbestfriend 😍

user @charles_leclerc mr hitting on fresh 18s that you?🥰

user that’s deff charles’ yacht

user my guess is she’s going after his money to pay off those student loans

yourusername how did you know🤭

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f1gossip

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f1gossip charles leclerc with his supposed new and very young girlfriend😉 let us know your view on this couple!

comments

user still think she’s after the money

user why you all hating we don’t know anything about her yet💀

user fr like calm down😭

user she can’t be mature enough for him she’s just a kid

user he wouldn’t be with her if she wasn’t

user i saw her instagram she doesn’t look like the bitch yall make her out to be just saying

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april 2 2024

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je t'aime, magnifique❤️ (i love you, gorgeous)

april 25 2024

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yourusername joy of missing out 🤍 enjoy the little moments you share with only yourself

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charles_leclerc 🤍

user it’s over he commented a heart on her post they’re offcial😔

user am i the only one who LOVES her vibe?😍

user deff not! she seems like a very nice and humble person to me i don’t know why she was getting so much hate

user “she’s just 18 blah blah blah” it’s not your relationship leave her alone

yourusername i love you

user the age gap is kinda wild tho

user hair care routine??

may 3 2024

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yourusername replied to your story: ❤️❤️❤️

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may 19 2024

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yourusername haters be hating because they don’t wake up next to charles leclerc like i do

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user WERE YOU SILENT OR SILENCED DEAR HATERS

charles_leclerc wouldn’t want it any other way🤭

user THE CAPTION SHUT UP I LOVE HER

user do you see his smile? and yall still think she can’t make him happy cause she’s ‘too young’💀

user Something About You - Eyedress, Dent May ~ 0:44

user the amount of things i’d do to wake up next to either of them is concerning

user every book girlie dreaming about their age gap trope

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc she’s gotta pay off those student loans somehow, am i right?

(last pic is me proudly taking all of the pics above)

comments

user charles simping for yn is so real omg

user love how they’re making fun of the gold digger rumours😭

user charles.jpg when?

user i just know it would be full of yn pls

scuderiaferrari after the loans are payed off we suggest buying her a ferrari of her own 👀

user the unseriousness of their hard launch captions are highlights of my day

user she’s living our dream fr

user can’t decide if i wanna be him or her

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