#no ordinary life

[rockattitudegr]

Οι Planet Of Zeus έδωσαν στη δημοσιότητα το νέο τους single “No Ordinary Life” το οποίο συνοδεύεται απο επίσημο βίντεο.

[chez-cinnamon]

"I feel fear for the very last time..."

[tagerrkix]

Eden was their ✨disney princess era✨

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[alienssstufff]

from that one convo they had in the 12 Hour Limited Life special

The sprites (updated their liml designs a lil)

[netmors]

The King under the Mountain and the Master Burglar

In honor of the anniversary of the Hobbit trilogy, I'm dropping two arts with my favorite characters from Peter Jackson's films ✨ Ten years have passed - I'm still in shock….

[modernchemical]

[relatablepicturesofyuukoaioi]

[dorkszn]

ORDINARY LIFE + logan howlett

“Heaven in her mouth, got a hell of a tongue. I can feel her teeth when I drive on a bump. Fingers lettin' go of the wheel when I cum. Whe-wheel when I cum, whe-wheel when I cum. David Carradine, I'ma die when I cum (die when I cum). She just givin' head, she don't know what I've done.”

male reader, drunk reader but logan is drunk too, drunk driving, oral sex, spanking, the claws come out, cum eating

His thick, metal belt buckle clacks against the center console as you drive over the slightly bumpy, winter roads. His left hand gripping the steering wheel while the other sat in your hair, gently holding a fistful of it. His breaths leave in heavy pants and grunts.

Your mouth full of him as you gag and choke around his cock. His pre and your drunken drool dribbling down his length and your chin, glistening along the veins pulsing on his dick.

“Fucking— god,” Logan groans as your tongue sloppily swirls around his fat, leaking tip. Who knew letting some drunk himbo from the bar in his truck would lead to this? You leaned over the center console, your ass slightly perked up in the air, Logan’s dick in your mouth.

The truck jumps as Logan drives over a bump, causing your teeth to graze his slobbered girth. Another low, guttural moan fell from his lips at the feeling. His hand runs down from your hair and over your spine until he reaches the curve of your ass.

Your back arches a bit more as his hand touches it, feeling his palm hit you through your jeans—the motion almost a praise for the accidental graze. Logan drunkenly smirks slightly as he glances over and sees the way your arch deepened. “Slut,” he comments lowly.

You pull your head up, releasing him from your lips with a sinful pop. “Says you,” you retort, your words slightly slurred. Your lips glimmer in his essence. He glances down at you, his smirk faltering slightly.

“The hell is that supposed to mean— oh shit.” His words fall into a pornographic noise as you drag your tongue over his slit and lewdly suck on his tip. The truck swerves before Logan quickly fixes the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his hold on it.

“Dognt cheel me, jhackcass,” “Don’t kill me, Jackass” is what you meant to say. But kinda hard to talk when your mouth is stuffed with cock, ain’t it?

“Oh shut up,” Logan mumbles, his hand coming down on your ass again. You let out a choked whine around him, the vibrations of your throat shooting straight to Logan, his hand gently squeezing your ass in response.

You bring your hand up, wrapping it around Logan’s base, and begin pumping him there. Your mouth shifts to kiss and suck at the higher inches of his dick, completely lost in the motion as your intoxicated mind moves on autopilot.

The truck swerves again slightly as Logan’s eyes roll and his teeth press together. His other hand subconsciously grips your belt to stabilize as he straightens the wheel. “Logan, careful,” you grumble at him with a slight whine. “You’re gonna kill me before you even cum.”

“We’ll be fine,” Logan huffs out once he finds his ground again. “Or, well, I’ll be fine.” He adds. You roll your eyes at his words before taking him into your mouth again. It feels like only minutes before the truck is screeching to an abrupt halt.

Logan’s hand tightens around the wheel while the other grabs the plump of your ass through your jeans. His fingers digging into you. His head was slightly thrown back against the seat and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh fucking Christ—“ his moans fill the truck as his cock pulses on your tongue and he cums down your throat. A sudden, sharp snkit followed his lewd noises.

You can’t see the cause of the noise as you try to focus on breathing and swallowing every white spurt he releases. Though some of it leaks out your messy lips anyway. When his fingers finally let go of your ass a little bit, you slowly pick your head up. Then you catch the cause of the sound.

Three metal claws between his knuckles that glisten in the moonlight shine through the windshield. A smirk covering your wet lips. “That good, huh?” You ask as you look at him. One of his sharp brown eyes opens as he looks at you. Smirking, eyes glassy, lips kiss-swollen, and chin slick.

Logan lets his claws graze over your waist as he pulls his hand back, sending an excited shiver up your spine. His mutation retracts back into his skin as he grabs your chin, swiping up some of his spilled seed. “Shut up and swallow,” he mumbles. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, letting you lick the rest of it off.

Afterward, you sigh softly and settle back into your seat, wiping your skin clean. You watch as Logan puts himself back in his boxers. “You got anything to eat?” You ask him.

“Why, so your breath can smell shittier than it already does?” Logan questions snarkily even though he knows he’d make out with you again a hundred times over.

You scoff, watching as he zips and buttons his jeans again. “No, jackass and your cum taste like the goddamn Indian Ocean,” you shoot back at the man. Logan shoots you a small glare before he presses down on the gas pedal again.

Logan just grumbles under his breath a bit before answering, his eyes on the dark road ahead. He reaches over and pops open the glove compartment and hands you a bag of something. You take it from him with a grin.

“Thanks, Lo,” you hum as you open the bag and begin eating whatever he gave you.

“Yeah, just don’t throw up in my truck,” he says back, giving you a small side eye as he watches you practically stuff your face.

“Heard.” You answer playfully with a stupid grin as you pop more of it past your lips.

[ratqng]

What will MARI and friends do? (Nichijou x OMORI)

[geopsych]

Yesterday morning’s walk was scattered with beautiful light and then as I climbed the hill to go home I found myself in an area where swallows of two kinds were skimming low over the grass all around me as wood thrushes sang in the woods nearby. (Sadly I only caught one on video) This is an ordinary place but it has its moments.

[huariqueje]

The fragmented ordinariness continues and fills the empty space - Teija Lehto , 2024.

Finnish, b. 1965 -

Woodcut, 48 x 68 cm.

[dyl-z]

Town troublemaker Barty Crouch Jr. went from an irritating pre-teen to a teenage dirtbag to a reasonably chaotic adult.

At twelve he's eligible to skip a grade but his behavior is so bad no teacher lets him and it pisses his dad off.

At fourteen he gives himself a stick-and-poke tattoo in a stranger's basement while his dad thinks he's studying at a friend's house.

At fifteen he loses his virginity to a random girl from his pre-calc class in his dad's car. He's not old enough to drive and gets pulled over by the police. His dad locks up his bedroom window after that. Barty learns to pick locks at fifteen.

At sixteen, he gets high in Walmart parking lots with people he doesn't even know twice a week. No one knows who he gets it from and rumors are circling that he grows it himself, when in reality he gets it from his friend whose dad has a prescription.

At eighteen he has twenty tattoos, all done by either himself or a random stranger at a party. He's never at home, always crashing on the couch of a friend of a friend. He could go to any college he wants, but he wants to just be left alone.

At twenty he moves out of his hometown and never looks back. He doesn't pack, just buys a shitty car and drives until it breaks down. He uses the leftover money he has to put a deposit down on a shitty studio apartment.

At twenty-one he gets a job at the local bar and meets Regulus Black, who then introduces him to Evan Rosier.

At twenty-two he has a best friend and a boyfriend. He still gets tattoos in basements but this time they're courtesy of his friends who need someone to practice on for their apprenticeships. He still parties and crashes on couches but he knows the brand of the alcohol he's drinking and the couch has been made up just for him.

His life is average, but it's better than it ever has been.

[thesillyexpresser]

More Nano because she’s my beloved ✨

[dailyfigures]

Aioi Yuuko ; My Ordinary Life ☆ Good Smile Company

[boringclown]

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