#natem

[blinkees]

Oh wait an actual request, can you make a Broken Reality related blinkie? With these on either side (can make them still images if it would be less of a pain, I didn't have any stills onhand)

I'm unsure on what text to put, maybe one version that says "NATEM" and one that's blank?

(The one on the left is the Dynamic Media Triad logo, and the one on the right is just a Like that you can collect ingame)

[klaufimiani]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQ1AWCtv3Bw)

[brokenrealitygame]

[sfinocchario-blog]

A Very Special First || Stefan&Nate&Dean

Freshening up in his room, making sure his hair looked nice and his favorite body scent, something a little woodsy, a little cinnamon-y, things that did not remind him of the farm on Nebraska that had always made him feel like he came out smelling awful afterwards. Definitely gave him a bit of a scent OCD from that point forward. Plus, if he was trying to look and smell good for two people, not just one, he wanted it to really be good. He threw on a dark gray flannel button up and did up most of the buttons as he exited his room, going on his way to find Dean's, wondering if he should wait for Nate to show up at the room first or just knock and go in and let Nate appear when he appeared. However, he decided to wait, leaning against the wall right next to Dean's room, figuring they could go in together unless he started to take too long. He smoothed down the crinkles in his dark jeans, lifting his head up to check the halls for Nate.

[sfinocchario-blog]

Going Down Smooth || Nate&Stefan

Though Stefan had been here all day, the longest interaction he had had had been with Nate, a rather attractive 'smooth talker' that didn't have a problem with alcohol, apparently. He would believe him, on principle, mostly because he wasn't about to judge, though this Nate character was definitely interesting to him. He had called him 'delusional' probably playfully, but it had made Stefan smirk, nonetheless... certainly he did some things that other people questioned. Wearing a dark brown button up, with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, hanging over some dark blue jeans, he headed into the bar,  walking over to it and grabbing up two glasses, tossing them up a few feet into the air slightly before catching them and setting them down, leaning on the counter as he cricked his neck from side to side, not going to bother picking out anything to drink until Nate got here... in fact... he turned his head to look around for him.