Have you ever drawn Fukunaga??? I'm not on my computer often bc I use it for school and the Internet always crashes on my phone for some reason when I use tumblr online. If y have could u link me so I could see???? I love ur art sm tyvm!!!!!!!
I got my sketchbook signed by Adam Brown, Mark Hadlow, Jed Brophy and Graham McTavish :D
They are SUCH lovely people who get genuinely happy when they see artwork of their characters, and they were enthusiastic about talking with me about their character designs. I am so happy I got to meet them.
Startled by this sudden affectionate display, his first impulse was to duck out of range. By then, however, the tweaking hands had already finished bothering his ears and withdrew before he could yank himself away. Valen rubbed his ears tenderly, and though his stare was wary, he felt the heat of his own blush starting on his cheeks. “Thank you for that,” was his deadpan mutter.
Imagine Steve Enlisting You To Help Bucky Recover, Even Though His Staring Unnerves You
“Are you serious?” You whispered harshly to the super soldier. Sure, you loved Steve like a brother and would do anything for him, but this was like a ticking time bomb was staring you in the face.
“You’re the only person I could think of,” the blond said quietly, “Bucky needs someone who can be there when I’m not to help him.” You looked over at the former assassin, unsurprised to find his steely blue gaze locked on you.
“He keeps looking at me…” you said uncomfortably, “Why can’t somebody else do it?”
Trust me, Y/N, Bucky might actually be willing to learn from you,” Steve said sincerely. You looked over at Bucky, deciding to suck it up and do this one favor for your friend.
All the Winter Soldier could think of was how glad he was to have someone as kind as you to help him take the first steps to recovery.
“You were right Dean,” Castiel said,
lounging backward against the headboard of Dean’s bed. Sam was kind enough to
move the TV from his room to Dean’s so Dean could show him some TV shows. “I do
enjoy Game of Thrones.”
“I know right,” Dean smiled. “Isn’t it
Castiel nodded and took a sip of his
lukewarm beer. Ever since he fell Dean took it upon himself to learn Castiel
some of the little enjoyments in life, such as beer and television.
Castiel figured he couldn’t complain;
spending time with Dean was a rare yet precious thing to him.
“You gotta pay attention, Cas,” Dean
smirked, still looking at the screen. Castiel was known for his staring, though
that was caused by his admiration for the human kind. However, this time, he
didn’t even do it intentionally. Dean’s soul was and still is beautiful and
Castiel has a hard time looking away on most occasions.
He never told Dean this, that would only
embarrass the other man. No, Cas kept this to himself and tried to look as
discreetly as possible.
“Are you okay, Cas?” Dean asked, fully
turning to him now. There wasn’t much space between them as the bed was a bit
on the small sizes. Their shoulders were pressed together and when Dean moved
his head, they were almost in each other’s breathing space.
“I’m fine, Dean,” Castiel replied, not
once looking away from the emerald eyes staring back at him.
Dean moved impossibly closer, his eyes
drooping shut. Castiel had seen enough of humanity in his existence to know
what was happening, though he couldn’t believe it himself.
Castiel mustered up those ten seconds of
courage and leaned in closer as well, his eyes closing once their lips touched.
It was a featherlike touch until Dean
jerked away, scrambling off the bed. “I’m so sorry, Cas!”
“Don’t apologize, Dean. I quite liked it,”
Castiel said, looking over the edge of the bed while sticking out his hand to
help Dean up.
Dean ignored the hand and got up himself,
staying as far away from Cas as he could.
“I don’t understand, Dean. Did I do
“God, no, Cas-”
“Why must you include my father in this
conversation?” Castiel asked exasperated.
Dean groaned, tangling his hands in his
hair while Cas felt the urge to slap away those hands and tangle his own hands
in Dean’s hair and feel the softness.
“Let’s just forget about it, okay?”
Castiel felt his heart hurting when Dean said this, almost as if Dean ripped
his heart out himself.
“What if I don’t want to forget about it?”
Castiel asked, his voice booming and demanding. He was tired of them dancing
around each other, a bit too far away for him to reach Dean.
“No, I’m tired of this. You can’t play me
like this,” Castiel exclaimed, stepping off the bed and right in front of Dean.
“If you want me, you have me. If you don’t, then just leave me alone.”
Castiel mistook Dean’s silence for
rejection and walked away. He almost reached the door when a strong arm turned
him around, a hard body crashing into him. Dean’s lips were immediately on his
in a much more passionate way than the kiss from before.
Dean pushed Castiel against the wall, hard
as Dean knew Cas could take it –with him being an angel and all- and kissed him
like his life depended on this. If Dean wasn’t distracted by Cas’ chapped yet
rather soft lips on his, moving with his own like they were meant to do this
all along, Dean would have scolded himself from waiting this long to do this.
He could’ve had this for years.
Once Dean ran out of breath, he broke off
the kiss, staying close enough to rest his forehead against Cas’.
“I’d rather have you,” Dean smiled.
Castiel smiled back and nodded, wrapping
his arms around Dean’s neck. “I remember.”
…down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.