I don't even know how to describe it

bleep0bleep:

yijitumbles:

Dedicated to bleep0bleep because she’s an absolute angel who always spreads good cheer by writing people little adorable wonderful ficlets and gosh, every time I read something she writes it makes my face do goofy things ♥

Just imagine Derek getting stuck in his wolf form and having none of his human inhibitions and stuff, but his wolf still remembers his crush on Stiles so he cuddles Stiles’ hoodie and gets stuck in it because the scent is so comforting, and all the other werewolves are like ehehehheehe and stiles is like ????

Yeah, I love drawing Wolf!Derek a lot. (look out for this coming out on a mug soon at my Society6 store!)

"So what is it…he just can’t shift back?" Stiles asks, as the wolf bounds out of Scott’s mom’s car, making a straight headline for— wow, that’s interesting. Stiles pets Derek’s fur awkwardly as Derek noses at Stiles’ knees, sniffing happily.

"Yeah," Scott says. "The witch got him stuck in this wolf form. It’ll be awhile, but Deaton said the spell will wear off."

Derek’s tongue lolls out of his mouth and he pants excitedly, and then jumps up and licks Stiles right on the face. “Um, did they do something else to him too? I kind of thought Derek as a wolf might just like, brood wolfily in a corner or something.” 

Scott sighs. “I think the spell was supposed to remove all your inhibitions and defenses, take all the fight out of you I guess. They were aiming it at me and Derek pushed me out of the way.” 

"Ah," Stiles says.

"Watch him for awhile, he’s really vulnerable right now," Scott says. "I need to go find the rest of the coven before they do anything worse."

Scott heads back to the car, and Stiles yells after it, “What am I supposed to do, play fetch?” 

Derek runs into the house, yipping gleefully. 

He’s everywhere, a black furry ball of motion, sniffing everything excitedly, running up the stairs and then back down, circling around Stiles’ legs until Stiles follows him to his bedroom. Derek leaps onto Stiles’ bed, rolling around, tongue hanging out.

"You look absolutely ridiculous," Stiles tells him, and Derek just pants, mouth hanging open in a wolfy grin. 

Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie is on the bed from where he chucked it off earlier, and Derek noses at it, making a delighted noise, and then rubs his face against it, his head pushing it. Stiles watches in amazement as Derek — there’s really no other word for it— cuddles his hoodie, rolling around with it, contentment written all over his furry face. Somehow Derek manages to get inside of it, head poking out of the hood and he just looks so pleased with himself. 

"This is just too cute, man," Stiles says, grabbing his phone to take a picture. He’s going to want all the evidence he can get of this ridiculousness.  

wakaswagihomie:

vikingserket:

wakaswagihomie:

I TRIED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF YEEHAW YAWNING AND

is your cat called yeehaw

His full name is Yeehaw Will Smith

wakaswagihomie:

vikingserket:

wakaswagihomie:

I TRIED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF YEEHAW YAWNING AND

is your cat called yeehaw

His full name is Yeehaw Will Smith

hot-potato-cold-bazooka:

hot-potato-cold-bazooka:

So I’m moving into a new apartment, and I was told that the room had been damaged, but nothing could have prepared me for the fact that someone had carved Li Shang’s head out of the bathroom door and written “We must defeat the Huns!” on it.

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Sirius: *Writing a letter to James*
Sirius: Deer James
Lily: It's Dear
Sirius: No it isn't

tacoposey:

that’s it that’s the show

malt-tango:

did-you-kno:

Source

reblogging for reference for when I build my supervillain lair 

malt-tango:

did-you-kno:

Source

reblogging for reference for when I build my supervillain lair 

fripperiesandfobs:

Evening dress, early 1900’s
From the Fashion Museum, Bath on Twitter

fripperiesandfobs:

Evening dress, early 1900’s

From the Fashion Museum, Bath on Twitter

chudnowmuseumofyesteryear:

Here’s a short video of our player piano in action! The front panel hadn’t been put back on yet, so you can see how all the little bellows work.

Our piano is a manual player piano, so in order to get it to play you have to constantly pump the foot pedals down by the floor. It’s hard to see in the video, but that’s what he’s doing!

The piano reads the punched holes in the roll of paper. Each hole corresponds to one note. Some songs will have the lyrics printed on the edge of the roll, so you can sing along as you play.