#dylanobrienasm

[strawberrybards]

"can we pretend i didnt just say that" stevebucky :)

It started off innocent enough. One minute he and Natasha are talking about Steve’s most recent and dangerous stunt on their last mission, the next…

"He’s some kind of stupid is what he is. Reckless and an all around punk." Bucky huffs in exasperation as he opens the fridge and grabs a soda.

"He’s got a great ass though." Natasha reasons as she pulls herself up to sit on the counter.

"Well, yeah, he’s always had a great ass. Even when he was tiny." he supplies easily, leaning back against the counter top as he pops open the can of coke in his hand and takes a long sip.

"Was his— was he— you know?" Natasha raises her eyebrows suggestively, her lips pulling up at the corner in that signature smirk. Bucky nearly spits out his soda right there on the tower’s kitchen floor, because Jesus, before he recovers.

"Really, Natasha?" he asks, lips pursed in almost annoyance.

"What?" She shrugs as if asking Bucky about his best friend’s dick is casual conversation and not the least bit weird. "Girl gets curious."

Bucky shakes his head and rolls his eyes. Of course, she’s curious. Bucky’s willing to bet almost everybody with a libido is curious about Steve’s dick. He’s Captain America for Christ’s sake and he has a goddamn fourteen pack.

(Okay so no he doesn’t actually have a fourteen pack but he might as well.)

"For the record, I’ve never thought about it." he insists before lifting the can to his lips again and attempting to maintain his nonchalance.

Natasha looks at him skeptically and rolls her eyes so hard they look like they might pop out of her skull. Which okay she has good reason because he’s totally blowing smoke on that one, but still.

"You’re a shit liar." she tells him, dissolving into chuckles.

"No, you are." he replies lamely, pouting as he drinks some more of his soda.

She just pushes her hair back behind her ear and scoffs at that notion. “Please, you’re telling me you’ve never even thought about it?” she questions, eye brows raised and basically daring him to deny it.

(Which of course he does.)

"I haven’t."

"Bullshit." she retorts immediately, without even a second’s hesitation.

"Fine, so I’ve thought about sucking Steve’s dick a few times! You happy?" Bucky practically shouts, his soda completely forgotten on the counter as he glares heatedly at Natasha for getting him to admit it.

Okay, maybe he’s thought about it more than a few times. If he’s being real honest here, he’s thought about it before Steve ever became the star spangled man with the plan. He’s sort of been in love with Steve since he first found Steve mouthing off to some assholes in that alleyway in Brooklyn.

Natasha’s eyes widen at that and Bucky looks at her scathingly at her sudden shock. “Oh, what? You’re surprised? You’re the one who kept asking! What did you think I was going to say? I thought about whether or not he washed it thoroughly enough or something?”

"It’s not that." she tells him quietly, her face quickly turning neutral. Bucky furrows his brows and frowns in confusion at the sudden change. What the hell?

"Then what is it?" he demands, a little more harshly than he intends. Natasha stays silent and it isn’t until he hears a certain someone calling his name that he realizes why.

"Bucky?" Steve calls out from somewhere behind him and just about all the color drains from Bucky’s face. Shit.

"Shit." he mutters. Fuck. This wasn’t how Steve was supposed to find out. Steve was never supposed to find out. This was Bucky’s burden to bear and he had no business putting that kind of pressure on Steve.

He keeps his back turned to Steve, attempting to prolong what he knows is coming next. Steve’s too good to stop being friends with him, Bucky knows this. He’s a fucking saint sometimes (read: sometimes because Steve’s a total shit starter sometimes don’t get him wrong) but Steve would never just dump him over something like this.

Bucky also knows things will be awkward and stilted between them now no matter how much Steve tries and he doesn’t want it to be like that. He wants him and Steve to stay the same as they are now and everything is fucking ruined and its all Natasha’s fault. He makes sure to shoot an angry scowl in Nat’s direction as she slides off the counter and makes her way to the door.

"I’ll just… give you guys a minute. I think Clint and Sam needed my help with something anyway."

(In retrospect, if he didn’t open his big mouth in the first place then maybe this wouldn’t have happened and he wouldn’t be freaking out right now about Steve hearing him say he wants to suck his dick.)

"Bucky?" Steve says again, softer this time and closer, a lot closer. Bucky heaves a sigh from where he’s slumped against the counter before he finally turns around to face Steve. He doesn’t look mad or anything but embarrased as his cheeks flush red. (He’s always been a blusher and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever, okay?)

"Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" Bucky asks hopelessly with a grim and bitter smile. Steve just shakes his head and takes a step closer so their chests are nearly touching. Bucky opens his mouth to apologize or say something to make this better, anything but Steve smiles small at him.

"Have you really thought about sucking me off?"

It’s Bucky’s turn to blush, but he stands a little taller and challenges Steve’s sudden teasing.

"Yeah, quite a few times actually."

Steve’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. Bucky raises a brow at that. It almost seems like Steve’s enjoying this.

"That’s interesting. I’ve had similar thoughts."

"About sucking your dick? Hate to break it to you, pal, but I don’t think even you can do that. Captain America, or not."

"No, I’m usually thinking about sucking yours."

Bucky raises a brow at that and wow, this is happening. Steve Rogers has apparently thought about Bucky’s dick in his mouth and this is just one for the books. “Oh really now?” he asks in surprise, a smile forming as he looks up at Steve and watches his reactions.

"Yeah, really." he informs him, shifting a little closer as he meets Bucky’s eyes. "I’ve thought about some other stuff too."

"Is that so, Captain?"

Steve nods firmly and turns red again.

"Well, I’d like to hear more about this ‘other stuff.’" Bucky murmurs, grinning toothy and wide as he siddles up to Steve, his two hands, both flesh and metal, settling on Steve’s hips. Steve smiles and presses into Bucky’s touch, nodding and smiling too like he just won the lottery or something corny like that. And isn’t that something?

"I was hoping you’d say that." Steve replies before he leans forward and tilts his head down to kiss Bucky on the mouth. Bucky definitely wasn’t expecting this to happen when he woke up that morning, but he’s damn glad it did.

[flippiniall]

THAT AMNESIA AUDIO ACTUALLY MADE ME CRY AND IVE JUST DISCOVERED UR AMAZING BLOG SRY THAT I JUST SPAMMED YOU OK CHECK OUT MY BLOG???? BUT IM NOT EXCLUSIVELY 5SOS AND I DONT HAVE ANY 1D SO NVM ABOUT FOLLOWING HAHA IM STILL ON AN AMNESIA HIGH WOW I CANT

WELL YOU KNOW WHAT! IM SITTING HERE CRYING LIKE A LIL BABY BC OF THIS DAMN SONG AND IM SO HAPPY THAT I RECORDED IT DURING THE SHOW BC EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE/HEAR THIS AND HOLY HELL I LOVE THIS BAND SO MUCH(SORRY FOR CAPS IM JUST SO HAPPY AND EMOTIONAL RN)

[databas]

a question for the tags page 2.0: I'm not very good with html sorry if this is unclear, but is it possible to tag two things in the same line? i.e. "dylan o'brien/stiles stilinski" in the same line? if so what is the code for that (two tags in the same line) thanks and i LOVE your themes xx

Of course! 

Once you’re inside the code, you’ll see that the highlighted section in the image belows controls the link (or tag) and can easily be duplicated to create a second link right next to it.

Code for you to copy if you’re unsure: Tag

Duplicated:

The forward slash ( / ) is optional but you mentioned it so I figured I’d show how it could look like. 

Remember to never breach the at the end there.

[maichan808]

do you do your art on photoshop?? because holy shit girl u gooodddddddddd

THANK YOU FOR FUELING MY GOD COMPLEX

Most things I draw are a combination of traditional pencil (graphite) and digital coloring in Photoshop. I have a process thingy here.

[stilesticleright]

am i the only one who feels like a bunch of people are jumping ship on teen wolf??? like not the fandom but actually watching the show? its making me sad idk pls don't leave me

Yea, I mean, it's pretty heated right now, with all those interviews coming up, Dylan and Jeff and and all the shit, especially with the final tonight so everyone's even more on edge. It's just, everything around Teen Wolf is kinda fucked up lately. I don't even know what to feel, really. I'd never leave you, just I guess we'll see after tonights episode, because if this episode is as fucked as the whole atmosphere in the fandom right now then I don't know if I can still stand all this (Okay, who am I kidding, this show means too much to me to just leave it)   don't be sad hun, I'm here, I'll stay here, promise .. just, let's hope tonight's not gonna shatter all of us and rip us to shreds and just, .. yea 

[allthemstilinskifeels]

you have a bombass blog, you can do art things really well, you do your homework, and you go to the gym WHAT THE FUCK why are some people so motivated and accomplished here i am scrolling through tumblr without having done any work on a sunday night eating chocolate covered pretzels…. why world why

First of all, thank you!! 

And second of all, Oh God, I’m actually just starting to become motivated and organized, but not as much as you may think. I’m a little behind in my classes but I’m working my way up slowly and hopefully DX

but I have to say, Time management, especially when you’re older, is key. Legit, it’s all my dad would ever tell me and I was like, I got through life without it, I can keep going.

It bit me in the ass this year 

Plus with my anxiety, I pretty much messed up my first semester at university 

So I guess that’s what motivating me? I mean, I got sent in University into a highly competitive program, so if I screw up anymore, I’m done, everything I’m paying for, everything I ever hoped and dreamed for is gone.

So after numerous of therapy sessions, doctors and workshops, I’m starting to manage my time and stress better.

Honestly, let me tell you. Motivation doesn’t come from no where. Here’s what I do:

Every morning I have two lists, one that lists what I need/want to do and a blank list of things I have accomplished. The latter includes going to the gym, eating (healthy) lunch, making the list in the first place. It honestly makes you want to do things better. And once you start filling up the second list and crossing out the other, you feel even better.

Try scheduling your day, and make sure it makes sense and be realistic. I sometimes give myself 6 hours to do some assignments because I know that it would take me a crap long time to do, maybe more depending on the content. Plus, when you’re ahead of schedule you have a sense of pride XD

Take breaks, but not too long! Tumblr is a major distraction, so if you know you can’t keep yourself away after 20 minutes or less, set up a queue, close all tumblr tabs and log out. It helps you from going on it. Plus, once you’re on for too long (on any site), you lose motivation to do ANYTHING and then you get practically nothing done

Think about how you’d feel if you completed your goal. Honestly, it gets me happy and I’m like, okay Sarah, I gotta finish if I want to be have that feeling of accomplishment. It’s corny, but its a little step that goes a long way

REMOVE ALL DISTRACTIONS. My tablet has been in my drawer for some days now. First semester I always had it out and I just drew for days. Remove anything that you know will tempt you.

Working in different environments help. I study in libraries or lounges. I can’t study in silence though, so I either put music or coffee shop sounds to drown that out.

Work with a friend you know who studies. Or in an area with other people working. It kinda pressures you into working as well if you can’t do it alone.

Gym is something personal for me, because exercise releases a lot of stress. I’ve been adviced to work out 3-5 times a day for a half hour to control my anxiety. And after having countless of panic attacks and just really bad days, I want to be stronger and get over it. So I’m constantly running now or going to the gym. Going with friends help motivate me. 

Samething with art. On days I am stressed out or really sad, I draw. It releases a lot of emotion and anxiety and it just helps me go into my own little world

Anyway, sorry for long post, but all I’m saying is that you, just like anyone else, can get a lot done.

It’s just no one has told us how yet

So here’s to hoping I helped DX

[bleep0bleep]

sterek. idk if this is considered au but camping + having to share a tent (= cuddles)

Derek can hear Stiles cursing as he makes himself through the brush, and Derek just turns over in his sleeping bag, zipping it up, but he can still hear the footsteps and then the muffled thump as Stiles trips over something. This pack camping trip was a ridiculous idea, but so far the views had been spectacular and Derek had to admit the hike had been really fun, and the drunken storytelling around the campfire was relatively entertaining. But Derek can’t get to sleep, and its obvious that Stiles can’t find his way back to his tent—

There’s the sound of Derek’s tent door unzipping, and Stiles is fumbling through, tripping over his own feet and landing bodily over Derek.

"Wha—wha? What are you doing in my tent, Derek?"

"This is my tent," Derek growls. "Zip up the door; you’re letting all the cold air in."

Stiles blinks dazedly at him but he does it, searching for the zipper and finding it after a few moments.

"I’m pretty sure you didn’t stake your tent down, because I saw it flying away earlier. Yours was green, right?" Derek asks.

"Nooooo," Stiles groans, and he headbutts Derek in the shoulder. "You didn’t sa—say anything," he slurs.

"I thought it was a different idiot in the campground," Derek sighs. "Just stay here, it’s fine."

"Okay," Stiles mumbles, and he buries his face into Derek’s neck.

Derek sighs in exasperation but he unzips the sleeping bag and rearranges it so it covers them both.

[allthemstilinskifeels]

Grace; 16; dylan o'brien (org)asm nuff said; tennis, reading fanfiction (sterek only), watching teen wolf, looking at dylan o'brien, tweeting, tumblr in general, being thirsty (see last), procrastinating, texting, laughing, being lonely, and listening to music; i follow you bc u r swag as heck of course and everything you do is sweet and nice and awesome (including art); random fact uh i live in the east coast USA idk; and question is…. fave episode of tw and why <3 (and follow/check my blog??)

(oh wow I love your name man <3)

And dude, I wish I could play tennis (but I’d probs hit myself with my own racket thanks to my lack of coordination DX). 

And 0//////0 Thank you <3

And favourite episode of teen wolf? Most likely it’s “Riddled” from season 3b - mainly because I love angst and seeing one of my favourite characters go through trauma like that is usually what I really look for in shows (I am a terrible person). Plus my headcannon that Claudia Stilinski died from some mental illness came true and the amount of sciles (shippy or brOTP, take your pick) was GLORIOUS. And Derek took the intiative to fix Stile’s jeep. Plus stilinski family feels and asghjkl

That episode was the main episode that inspired most of my Stilinski timeline art. 

I just really like that episode man

And it usually takes me a while to follow people, but I’m still considering you because your blog looks so good man (and THOMAS, HELL YEAH!) <3