#will wood fans rock

[nightmares-2]

Red moon🌙♥️

[arrestedexgirlfriendafterhigh]

Couldn’t stop thinking about this so I’ve willed it into existence

[mirabritart]

thank you for participating in the anti ai thing! could you consider drawing monterys velaryon? I know that he’s 6 yrs old and a minor character but the velaryons have gotten really popular so it’s kinda sad that their current lord is a victim of ai 😭

And here we have a handsome little lord! Surely nothing bad will befall the newest lord of the tides!

His wiki page -> (X)

[marenwithanm]

Doodles from work of the og link and Zelda. I'm in love with them actually I can't stop thinking about these two. Ouagh the tragedy

[jenniferalarza]

This one is now available at my store

It's oil on wood board. Size: 40x30 cm (15.7x11.9 inches)

Queen is my favorite band, so I loved painting this so much.

[rabbitcruiser]

Boulder Canyon, BC (No. 1)

The Northern Rockies Regional Municipality (NRRM), formerly the Northern Rockies Regional District (NRRD), and before that the Fort Nelson–Liard Regional District, is a municipality in northeastern British Columbia, Canada. Although portrayed as a regional municipality in its official name, and existing on the same administrative level as a regional district, it is actually classified as a district municipality. The NRRM's offices are located in Fort Nelson, formerly an incorporated town that amalgamated with the NRRD on February 6, 2009, to form the NRRM. With the Peace River Regional District as the southern part, it was the northern part of the Peace River-Liard Regional District, which was split into two on October 31, 1987.

Source: Wikipedia

[sbrown82]

Im sorry but I can’t take The Stones seriously, and I can’t take fans who have fan pages of them saying “no joking or talking bad about them, you will get blocked” 😂 I started dying!!! But there’s no way I’m taking them that seriously, especially Mick and Brian. They’re the most hated in the group and they’re complete fuck ups and people don’t want you to laugh about it.

LMFAOOOOOO!!!

Chile, don’t make me laugh! I’ll make fun of those big-eared motherfuckers every chance I get. Especially Mick, with his bitch ass! I love them…but they can be trash at times. And I don’t know if those two are the most hated tho, I mean, Bill Wyman got with his second “wife” when she was only like 13 (like, WTF?!) and a lot of fans can’t stand him. We’re talking about Rolling Stones – a group of whoremongers, deadbeat dads, and cokeheads. Brian’s little bipolar 4 foot 9 ass was also violent and even got caught once wearing a fucking Nazi costume, which his chickenhead girlfriend Anita Pallenberg probably persuaded him to wear because he didn’t even think like that. But I think the order goes as follows (1 being the most ain’t shit Stone, and 7 being the nicest):

Bill Wyman 🤮

Brian Jones 🤬

Mick Jagger 🙄

Keith Richards 🫣

Ronnie Wood 🥴

Mick Taylor 😒

Charlie Watts 😊🕊

[inestheunicorn]

The first mini Sh0p Update of the year!! Lots of hearts and Valentine's-themed goodies for all my cheeky babes!! 🌷😈

You can find super cute vinyl stickers and sticker sheets, matching wooden pins and a set of seductive pigeon postcards 🍑

Wooden pins and postcard sets are very limited, so grab your faves while you can 😏

All orders come with a free seductive pidge sticker ♥

You can find these and other cuties on:

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I hope you find something you like and I can't wait to pack your orders with my new and colourful as heck tissue paper! 💖

Thanks a lot for visiting!

P.s: if you liked this post please pleeease share it as it really helps me out! Even if you can't purchase that already means the world to me 💕

[gently-decaying-flowers]

sometimes it takes really really paying attention to the lyrics for a song to sink in for me

sometimes what the artist is saying makes me very sad

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

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My grammy just called me and was like

"Are you SURE there isn't anything you want for Christmas besides a PRINTER???"

Shes so done with me and my mom lol

[heckaroniandcheese]

i need more youtube channels to watch but I like a very small and ridiculous niche and the people in this niche keep fucking it up

[thebandfanclub]

Same energy fr

[sol-domino]

Rustic Porch

This is an illustration of a sizable, rustic, screened-in back porch with decking and an added roof.

[marenwithanm]

I just binged all of Little Links in one (1) morning and it FUELS MY SOUL

Thank you for making something so cute, cool, and wholesome for us to enjoy!!!! (Wood is my favorite, closely followed by Pinkie—all the boys deserve cuddles and ice cream)

Hello! I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying it! Thanks for sending in an ask. They do certainly need a break but uh. They do have to go do their Zelda game adventures after this so…. Ice cream break right now!

[girlrotterr]

✩ ⁺ ∿ oh baby, can you hear me moan? ◦　 ♩

roommate!ellie x reader Summary: You come home earlier than usual to find your roommates door slightly ajar. You can’t help but peek inside.

You’re home earlier than usual, and the place is eerily quiet—no random guitar strumming or the faint hum of a video game in the background. Ellie’s always got something going on, whether it’s tinkering with her beat-up acoustic guitar or completely failing at some cooking experiment that leaves the kitchen smelling like burned regret. 

You shrug off your jacket, the familiar scent of scorched food hits you—a sure sign Ellie’s been at it again. 

You can almost picture the disaster waiting in the kitchen. 

Maybe she attempted a stir-fry or tried to get fancy with eggs, which, for some reason, she consistently messes up. You remember the last time: the pan had been abandoned in the sink, its bottom crusted with what could only be described as scrambled cement, and Ellie had offered you an apologetic grin as she flicked at her guitar strings, mumbling something like, my bad…

Still smirking at the thought, you head toward the kitchen, but surprisingly, the mess isn’t as bad as you expected. A single burnt toast sits abandoned on a plate, and beside it, a bottle of peanut butter left open, its lid placed on the edge of the counter. You grab a spoon to clean up, noticing that Ellie’s nowhere in sight. Usually, she’s hovering near her messes, trying to fix it or making self-deprecating jokes to play off the mess.

Curious, you wander down the narrow hallway toward her room, your steps thudding along  the old wood floor. You pass by her door, which is slightly ajar, and immediately slow your pace. 

It’s not like Ellie to leave her door cracked. 

Your hand pauses on the doorframe, a soft click as your knuckles accidentally tap against it. 

You hesitate, thinking maybe you should leave her be, but then—before you can make the decision—a faint noise escapes from inside, followed by a sharp, quick breath. 

Your brow furrows as you inch closer, pushing the door open a little more.

Ellie was sprawled across her bed, her head thrown back against the pillows, messy hair fanning out in every direction. Her breath came in uneven gasps, wet, squelching sounds filling the room. 

Fuck, she was too desperate to even bother taking off her clothes. 

Her brown jacket hung loosely off her shoulders, the fabric wrinkled and tugged from her movements. Her half-unbuttoned flannel exposed her perky nipples, her jeans were pushed down just past her thighs, the belt hanging loosely, the metal buckle clinking against her skin as her hips rocked. 

Your breath hitches, catching in your throat as you take in the sight of her hand pumping beneath her boxers, her movements quick, almost frantic. Heat floods your body, cheeks burning as your eyes lock onto her. 

"Oh fuck, yes," she breathes, her voice low and rough. 

You can’t tear your eyes away. 

Ellie spread her legs wider, her right thigh twitching slightly as her fingers pump deeper inside.  Your cunt began to ache as your eyes caught on what she was holding. It was your panties—your favorite pair—clutched tightly in her fist, the soft lace crumpled and wrinkled between her fingers. You swallowed hard, eyes tracing the wet patch staining the fabric, the glistening spot a clear sign that she had been grinding against them. 

“Just a little more…” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the moment, her lips parting slightly. “God, I needed this…” 

“Come on, don’t stop,” she murmurs, biting her lip, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Just a bit more… just like that.” There’s desperation in her voice, a plea.

“Fuck, why is this so good?” she gasps, her voice whining with need, eyes still closed, lost in the sensations of her aching cunt“Why does it feel so much better when I think of you?” 

“Ellie…” you breathe, barely a whisper, but she doesn’t hear you.

She’s too lost in her own fantasy. 

"God, I love this," she moaned softly, her voice husky, as her hand moved frantically between her legs. Her fingers pumped faster and faster, her perky tits bouncing with each thrust, the bed beneath her squeaking. "Can’t get fucking enough."

You knew you should turn away, that you’d crossed a line simply by staying. 

Your breath hitched, the air suddenly too hot, as your hand slipped beneath your waistband, trembling fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. You shifted them to the side, biting your lip as your fingers found your aching clit, tracing small circles. 

You tried to keep your breathing shallow, hoping she wouldn’t hear you over her own sounds. Your soft moans mingled with the wet, squelching sounds filling the room. The heat between your legs became unbearable, a pulse that only grew stronger with each passing second. 

“Need you to fucking take it," Ellie breathed, her voice low and ragged. Her hips bucking harder, the pace of her fingers desperate. 

"Oh fuck," you whimpered, your voice shaky as the ache in your hole pulasated. The need was overwhelming, your hole throbbing with a desperate hunger you couldn’t ignore, your fingers moving faster to keep up with ellie’s pace. 

Ellie’s eyes narrowed, her brows furrowing together as her movements slowed. You watched, breathless, as she pulled her fingers out of her drenched hole, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Without hesitation, she pressed your panties against her soaked pussy, the lace clothing her cunt as her slickness coated the fabric.

With a low groan, she began to grind against it, her hips bucking, pressing harder and faster into the softness of the fabric. Her lips parted, a ragged breath escaping as her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the pillows. The wet lace clung to her, the friction of it only making her grind harder.

"Love this... fuck, your panties... can’t get enough..." Her head fell back again, and she let out a deep groan, her fingers pressing the lace even harder against her aching clit.

A moan escapes your lips, quiet at first, but growing louder as the pleasure builds inside you. 

But in your desperation, you leaned a little too close to the door, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. 

You and Ellie freeze, eyes locking in a moment of shock. 

Ellie’s eyes widen, her mouth agape.Her gaze drops slowly, lingering on your body, taking in the sight of your drenched pussy, your panties pushed to the side, the fabric clinging to your trembling thighs. 

You can hardly breathe. 

Oh fuuck.

You try to speak, to form a coherent thought, but all that escapes your lips is a breathless, “I…” 

Heat floods your cheeks, mingling with the aching throb of your pussy, pulsing with an urgent need. God— the way she’s staring at you, with that raw hunger in her eyes.

“Come here,” Ellie whispered, her chest heaving, struggling to catch her breath. 

You couldn’t resist it.

Ellie shuddered as you slid your hand between her trembling thighs. Shuddering as your fingertip circled her dripping entrance, her soft folds parting easily under your touch. With a needy moan, she guided your finger deeper, gasping as you penetrated her hole. The slick walls of her cunt clenched greedily around your fingers as Ellie bucked her hips, fucking herself on your hand with desperation.

"Fuuuck.." *she groaned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Her cunt was absolutely drenched, leaking down her thighs as she rutted against you shamelessly. Ellie's needy whimpers filled the room, growing louder and more frenzied by the second.

"Fuck, just like that!" Ellie gasped, her hips bucking wildly. She gripped your shoulders tightly, her nails digging into your skin as she rode your fingers. Her juices flowed freely, coating your fingers and dripping down your wrist.

“Ohh fuckk mee…” She groaned as your fingers slipped out of her dripping hole. 

Without wasting a second, she quickly positioned herself above you, her slick folds hovering mere inches from your own. With a swift movement, Ellie slammed her cunt down onto yours, your aching clits rubbing together as your slick juices mixed. 

“ellie! please please please!" you moaned, tightening your grip onto her wrinkled bedsheets. 

"That's it, baby," she groaned, grinding her hips in tight circles.

She gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoed, mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. Ellie's perky breats bounced with each thrust, her hardened nipples grazing against yours. She gripped your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat, which she attacked with biting kisses and sensual licks.

"Atta girl," Ellie whsipered, "Take what I give you."

[rabbitcruiser]

Boulder Canyon, BC (No. 2)

The NRRM lies on the east slope of the Rocky Mountains, and comprises approximately 10% of the total area of the province of British Columbia, encompassing 85,014.52 square kilometres (32,824.29 sq mi).[3] Its southern boundary is the 58th parallel of latitude[6] and is bisected by the Alaska Highway from its southeast to its northwest. The Northern Rockies Regional Municipality is primarily made up of heavily forested areas and mountainous terrain.

The Northern Rockies Regional Municipality is the first of its kind in British Columbia in which an entire former regional district is governed and headed by a single municipal government. Its council comprises a mayor and six councillors. Bill Streeper was the NRRM's first mayor.

Source: Wikipedia