Dylan O’Brien makes an appearance on the set of Univision’s Despierta America to promote The Maze Runner (August 28th)
FIRST, I wanna say, look however you want, I’m not in charge, it’s not really your job to look like a beautiful painting all the time (I mean…it sort of is, but you do you, if people were screaming at me about how beautiful I was in public all day long I would be living under a rock, so I find it really commendable that all that’s happened is, you know, this.)
SECOND: you know how people build up a resistance to illnesses through exposure (e.g. veteran elementary school teachers who never get sick anymore) MY POINT IS: if you’re not exposed to a pathogen, that resistance can fade and then you get OH MY GOD SO MUCH SICKER when you get re-exposed, everyone, when D’oB finally shaves and gets some sort of objectively okayish haircut, we’re going to be RE-EXPOSED WITH REDUCED RESISTANCE and it’s going to be desperate times. Stay safe out there.
This is beautiful
This is my favourite thing
#this is my favorite because asgardians are so OOOHHH MIDGARDIANS COULDNT POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND OUR TECHNOLOGY THEY THINK ITS MAGIC AHAHAHAHA O#OOHHH HOW QUAINT THEY’RE SO SIMPLE#and jane is just like NNNNOPE
Okay so the Colbert Report posted a link to the Ellen Page interview, right
And I was already happy it was a fan favorite. But THE COMMENTS
IT’S JUST TOO GREAT
ADAM AND EVE NOT ADAM AND MAPLE LEAF
Pray the eh away
tbh dress codes are fine as long as they are about looking professional and appropriate for a learning/working environment and not about ‘don’t distract the boys’ and slut-shaming, and as long as it’s enforced equally for all genders
it is the sexist attitude about it that needs to be changed, not the fact that there *is* such a thing as dress codes
Derek knows he’s just an accountant, he doesn’t know why he’s in this meeting. Still, he’s happy to support his boyfriend as Stiles presents his latest design. The model is at the front of the boardroom, the workout pants snug on his hips, as he turns and shows off Stiles’ newest line of fitness gear. The finished product looks nice, sleek and gray in that fancy new wicking material, a few bold orange stripes here and there, and then the model turns around and Derek can see it.
The fucking zipper.
Derek turns bright red and tries to hope no one will notice him sinking into his seat, hiding himself behind his binder.
Stiles notices his embarrassment immediately and grins proudly, leaning back in his chair and putting up his hands behind his head. It doesn’t take too long for one of the clients to notice the zipper as well.
"Mr. Stilinski… this zipper, what is its purpose?"
Stiles just beams, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask this question the entire presentation. “Ah, it’s just for aesthetics,” Stiles says, and then bandies off some weird facts about not wanting to put a zipper in the front for aerodynamic reasons or other, and something about sweat and cooling off purposes. The clients all eat it up, nodding and making comments about Stiles’ genius.
~ 24 hours earlier
"Hey, Derek, I just finished my newest thing, wanna try it on?"
Derek pokes his head out of the shower and discovers that all his clothes have been removed from the bathroom. A gray something is folded up on the sink and Derek eyes it suspiciously.
"What is it?" Derek asks as he dries off with a towel. It looks like pants, but it feels like the most constricting material ever. He tries to pull them up over his naked thighs and barely manages, huffing as he squeezes himself into them.
"Just my latest project. Show me how it looks!" Stiles calls.
Derek walks out of the bathroom and Stiles’ jaw drops. “Whoa, that’s so tight. I even can see that you’re uncut,” Stiles says breathlessly.
Stiles’ eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip to hold back a moan as Derek thrust in again, hard, the breath punching out of him as their skin slapped together before slowly pulling out, only to drive back in again and again.
“Derek…so fucking good,” he panted, unable to hold back. They had to be quiet, they had to. The other guys were right there in their fucking beds. Hell, Stiles’ foot had kicked into Jackson’s on accident a minute ago, but Jackson just muttered in his sleep and rolled over to his stomach. But it wasn’t like he was going to make Derek stop, not when his dick was pounding inside so good, hitting everything just right and lighting Stiles up until his fingertips were tingling and his eyes were stinging with unshed tears.
Derek pulled back from where he’d been sucking a mark low on Stiles’ neck. He was grinning, lips red and slightly swollen, hair hanging over his forehead while twisting his hips in a tight little circle as if he could get his dick in even further, and for a moment Stiles couldn’t breathe he was so in love with this boy.
Someone just gave me a dollar cus I’m outside with a torn shirt. Guess I look homeless.
// Stiles Stilinski_Case File (inspired by [x]
i still hate the fact that girls get called sluts for enjoying as much sex as they want, like shit, if it’s safe, consensual and nobody’s getting hurt why give a crap about a girl enjoying herself?
MY MOM JUST ASKED ME WHAT I WANT MY CAKE TO BE FOR MY SPIDER-MAN THEMED BIRTHDAY PARTY AND I TOLD HER I WANT IT TO BE IN THE SHAPE OF ANDREW GARFIELD’S BUTT AND SHE WAS LIKE “SEND ME SOME PHOTOS I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO” OH MY GOD
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
'Scuse me, but may I have a piece of that ass?Do you know how many times I made that joke at my party