#sebaststans

lets just hope he likes wearing a visor…. PROTECT THAT FACE

GIVE HIM A FUCKIN WELDER MASK

COVER EVERYTHING UP

I watched a blurb from Sports Center and

"We also don't want someone in our team who doesn't want to be here" --Jim Benning

I KNOW I JUST GOT THE UPDATE FROM THE NHL APP WHAT THE FUCK

DUCKS

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW JONI

HOW ABOUT HECK TO THE YES 

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Bucky shifts both feet where its propped up onto the bottom of the stool he is sitting on. He almost sways out of balance, but flaps his arms hard enough to settle himself down again.

"Whoa. That was close."

Steve doesn’t say anything as he peers closely onto the page of his towering sketch.

"Steve." Bucky calls.

“Steve." he whines.

"Steeeeve."

"Buckyyy.." Steve murmurs back as he smudges out something with an eraser.

"Now that’s just rude, pal." Bucky points out, "I got naked for you and you sass me."

There’s a small quirk of a smile that fills Steve’s lips. 

"Not the first time that ever happened."

Bucky grins, and Steve laughs.

The next morning, Bucky wakes up to sunshine—bright, soft sunshine, slipping past their shabby curtains and spreading out onto their equally shabby sheets. He gently blinks away the sleep from his eyes, brows furrowing at the flood of light, until he allows himself to watch the stillness of Steve’s back. His eyes follow the slopes and curves and sharp turns and finds warmth in the way the sunlight spills over all the familiar lines. His eyes linger at the gentle swathe of blanket that curls around Steve's hip.

He smiles, slips out of bed as quietly as he could, and moves Steve’s easel.

He flips into a blank page.

WHERE U AT BBY?

23. Cereal: I’d say those little square cereals with chocolate inside, but the healthier me would like to lie and say Special K with those strawberries in them h e h