#lettermen

[fourtwentybuds]

Fresh Lettermen living legends jacket

[howardhawkshollywoodmusic]

48. Hurt So Bad by The Lettermen debuted May 69 and peaked at number 12, staying on the hot 100 chart for 21 weeks, and scoring 1096 points.

Little Anthony and The Imperials' original 1965 version peaked at number ten. Jackie deShannon charted but missed the top 40 in 1970 in a medley, and Linda Ronstadt's 1980 remake peaked at number eight.

[lintarose]

Men's Casual Slim Fit Lightweight Varsity Jacket: Varsity Jacket, Meticulously Crafted With The Finest Quality Materials To Ensure Both Style And Comfort. The Sleeves Are Made With Faux Leather, Adding A Touch Of Sophistication To The Overall Design. This Letterman Bomber Jacket Features A Classic Round Collar And Rib Cuff, Creating A Timeless And Fashionable Look

[ukiyoebirds]

I like drawing these punks.

[darth-sonny]

having some HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM thoughts after seeing all the Movie Sonic Hate on Twitter. so to make myself feel better, here are some doodles of the best child

[oldshowbiz]

1969.

The Lettermen cover You Showed Me by the Turtles.

[fantastickkay]

Albums in my collection turning 50 this year!

[todayisafridaynight]

Ok but Jiro splurging and getting Ichi a little pocket guide to local bugs ;o; He’d carry it everywhere as a kid and it’d get so bent and dirty but he learns so much. Bringing home bugs to his dad in his lil wire bug trap and rattling off bug facts while some of the girls are screaming for him to take it outside (cute lil Ichi being the one who handles bugs for some of the girls at Shangri-La who are afraid of them)

I’m sorry I dunno why I’m so obsessed with little bug guy Ichiban. Imagine him being young and watching caterpillars grow in class okay ;o; angel!!

oh so we're all on board with Bug Lover Ichi then maybe democracy does exist

[subtle-knife]

god the older teenage group in stranger things is fucking KILLING me like nancy jonathan steve and robin they’re Technically adults they’re treated like adults but really? really they’re just terrified kids who don’t know what they’re doing and all they have in the world who they can truly truly trust to understand is each other. yes their parents may love them but they don’t Get that they are fighters who have saved the world. yes they have the high schoolers but they don’t Get the pressure of being forced by the world into adulthood. they are alone in their experiences Except For Each Other and they each have their own ways of coping with it but at the end of the day at least they have each other

[french-fryyyy]

So glad that the band is paying for my lettermen because those things cost SO much money

[ranger-kellyn]

FIGHTING. the urge to go to target to see if they have a Cool Jacket for me to wear tonight

[howardhawkshollywoodmusic]

57. Goin Out of My Head/Can't Take My Eyes Off You by The Lettermen debuted Dec 67 and peaked at number seven, scoring 1048 points.

Goin Out of My Head was the number 31 hit of 1964 for Little Anthony and the Imperials, and Can't Take My Eyes Off You was the number 13 hit of 1967 for Frankie Valli.

[lintarose]

Men's Casual Slim Fit Lightweight Varsity Jacket: Varsity Jacket, Meticulously Crafted With The Finest Quality Materials To Ensure Both Style And Comfort. The Sleeves Are Made With Faux Leather, Adding A Touch Of Sophistication To The Overall Design. This Letterman Bomber Jacket Features A Classic Round Collar And Rib Cuff, Creating A Timeless And Fashionable Look.

[darrys-laundry]

the lettermen in the back are actually evil

[trashmouth-richie]

pretty sure my thumbs have never typed so fast in my life when i got this prompt from @fishwithtitz

prompt was eddie x you smut + an image saying “you’ve been poisoned” at the bottom of a cup of coffee— i tweaked this a bit

18+ minors go away, smut! anal! biting, squirting, no condoms (don’t do this in real life unless you want a baby and can provide for one) a-to-v (also don’t do this unless you want a coochie infection) this is fanfic so pls keep that in mind, another secret gross thing that happens at the end. voyeurism! (kinda) eddie fucks, like reaaallly fucks.

<800k / eddie x fem reader

“fuck.” 

The windows were streaked. Sweaty handprints pressed into the cold glass, telling a story to anyone walking past just exactly what was taking place behind the locked doors of the car. 

The leather jacket you had peeled off of his shoulders laid on the floor along with one of your broken heels (the other— shoved stiletto first into the vent) along with shreds of ripped black pantyhose. 

You sucked the ring on his lip into your mouth with a shaky moan, the heat from your mouth sending his tongue into a frenzy— making his hips thrust into your ass with such force you nearly hit the windshield. 

Facing away from him, hands holding steady onto the dash, your fingernails scrape down the vinyl in long strokes as your tight ass bobs up and down his length.

“nasty girl,” he breathes into your ear, “fucking knew it the minute I saw you.” 

Tonight was Rick’s birthday party, and when your friends had begged you to come out, you finally agreed. 

Angling your neck to the moonlight he holds your necklace close to your throat in an all too smooth motion so it was gathered in his fist. 

The marks he had sucked into your neck were already raised, and he smirked as he bit into your shoulder. 

“Your boyfriend gonna care if you go home with these?”

Whining at the pleasuring pressure of his cock stuffed tight where nobody else has been, you rub a small circle into your clit, inserting your own manicured finger into your cunt. 

“What boyfriend?” you panted out, playing coy. 

He tweezed one of your nipples between his thick fingers, twisting until you yelped out. 

“Oh baby, ‘m fuckin’ you dumb huh?”

Mewling in response he drives into you harder, faster, joining your hand on your clit until your release sprays over the dashboard. Cries spilling out of you and the sweet taste of tears ruining your makeup. He coaxes you on, cheering you like you’re a varsity lettermen. 

Flipping you around so you’re facing him, he licks up your tears, shoving you forward into your own mess—your back slick with it. 

He laughs a mocking chuckle at the sight of you, wrecked because of him. No time is wasted before he splits your pussy open, grunting when your eyes practically cross, knowing he’s bigger than the limp dick you’d been fucking until tonight, until him.

“If you don’t have a boyfriend— who’s car is this?” 

You smile a wicked grin, telling him between gasps and his choked grunts. 

“Perfect.” 

—

He zips up his jeans— door to the car open as he tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear, looking for his shirt, a cigarette between his teeth. 

Standing barefoot on the concrete, you’re no longer wearing the shoes or pantyhose you wore to the party you try smudging your eye makeup to make it look decent in the closed back window, when he speaks. 

“I— yeah, I really hope you’re not expecting me to whisk you away to a fucking castle or some sh—”

You laugh light heartedly, “Eddie— trust me, I know.” 

He shoves his head through the hole of his shirt, planting heavy boots on the ground before he stands taller than you, a devils smirk on his lips. 

“Dating really isn’t my thing, but y’ might be more of a freak than I am, sugar.” 

You both smile, standing awkward in post sex bliss. 

“See ya ‘round?” you ask leaning into him, pressing your chest into the crisp white of his shirt before pressing a small kiss to his neck, leaving before his hands could hold the small of your back. 

“Yeah, definitely,” he looks down wiping the cheesy grin from his face before calling after your leaving frame, “hit me up whenever you wanna fuck in Hargrove’s car again.” 

—

That night at Rick’s, Billy was brought a beer by a pretty girl with smudged makeup, bare feet— a weird little smile on her face before she leaned into him, telling him, “drink up, handsome”.

The beer tasted different but he was already so sauced he didn’t notice. 

He also didn’t notice a white milky substance at the bottom of the cup, or a message in writing that looked similar to the graffiti in the bathroom stalls at the Hideout. 

Devil horns surrounded the scrawled message: 

“How do I taste big boy?” 

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