Birddi's Bits and Art Pieces

I grant three wishes and one answer   Submit   The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

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    five stars

    bleep0bleep:

    [This is for drunktuesdaze, who was talking bout knot cozies, and then I sent her a link to an actual cozy I found on Etsy and then she asked me to write her a thing, so.]

    Stiles meant it as a joke, really, the first time he made one. The scarves and hats in his Etsy store were doing pretty well, but his little online shop had always been a more of a side-hobby and less of a business, until, well. 

    So Scott complained once that his knot got cold when he was waiting for Allison to get out of the shower that one time, so Stiles knitted up a funny little garment for him as a present. He didn’t really expect the next day for Scott to clap him on the back and say, “Wow, dude, that was a great idea! You should make more, like in colors and stuff, I bet you could definitely sell ‘em.” 

    So here Stiles is at age twenty-three, successful entrepreneur all because of a crafting whim he had at one time, with a booming online business, three patented patterns, and five different employees to help him with the knitting. The cozies handmade by him sell out the quickest, though.

    Stiles can pinpoint the exact day his Etsy store started spiraling into success with this one review: 

    fUCK YEAH FIVE STARS recomend the omega cent on hte yarn makes my knot feel feel sOO0oo good U shud knit some more and get sum of ur slick on there

    Stiles had rolled his eyes at whatever Alpha wrote that, and then laughs when immediately after all of the available cozies had sold out in his shop and he started receiving frantic messages requesting more.

    The comment that really put his product in the market, though was this review after that first comment:

    As a fellow Alpha, I would like to apologize for the previous comment and remind everyone that selling Omega bodily fluids is highly illegal and suggesting that the inventor of this “knot cozy” prostitute themselves for your enjoyment is incredibly degrading. You should be thanking them for creating this marvelous creation; without a partner, knotting alone can be extremely uncomfortable, exposing your sensitive knot to the air can result in some health problems as well. Knotting with the “knot cozy” was extremely pleasant. You should patent this design, I bet you’ll make a fortune.

    Your scent is also very nice. 

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    — 2 days ago with 861 notes
    Announcing the Fandom Then/Now Webproject →

    fanhackers:

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    For many people, fan fiction is as much a part of their reading as commercial literature. Fan fiction websites and archives provide readers with novels, serials, novellas, romantic and erotic stories, non-romantic stories, experimental literature, video and visual…

    — 3 days ago with 63 notes
    An open letter to anyone involved in that mockery that was reading Teen Wolf fanfiction only to make fun of it. →

    swingsetindecember:

    talesfromthemek:

    swingsetindecember:

    kimmi-watch:

    Congratu-fucking-lations to Clever TV (whatever the fuck that is), Jeff Davis and the Teen Wolf Cast who were involved in that frankly ridiculous and mean display of reading aloud snippets of…

    — 3 days ago with 4910 notes
    http://nanoochka.tumblr.com/post/92932296115/theladymonsters-magesmagesmages →

    theladymonsters:

    magesmagesmages:

    sounds-simple-right:

    badscienceshenanigans:

    kbdownie:

    thegingermullet:

    Did they ever reveal how Captain America was thawed? Because I’m picturing a bunch of Shield agents with hair dryers and I don’t think that’s quite…

    — 3 days ago with 53401 notes
    domwithpen:

ellie-prose:

You will count off twenty five and if you drip on my suit then there will be worse to come…
Of course I’m going to touch you and tease you between every stroke, you didn’t think I’d make it easy for you?


!!

    domwithpen:

    ellie-prose:

    You will count off twenty five and if you drip on my suit then there will be worse to come…

    Of course I’m going to touch you and tease you between every stroke, you didn’t think I’d make it easy for you?

    !!

    (Source: model-sandrab, via dianimal31)

    — 3 days ago with 7363 notes
    bbglasses:


Teens rockin’ the robotics, logistics, computer design, packaging and, in this image, circuitry at the General Electric - Girls @ Penn State Erie summer camp.

    bbglasses:

    Teens rockin’ the robotics, logistics, computer design, packaging and, in this image, circuitry at the General Electric - Girls @ Penn State Erie summer camp.

    — 3 days ago with 27 notes
    wilsontoyourhouse:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children. 
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said. 
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness. 
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power. 
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

    wilsontoyourhouse:

    thepostmodernpottercompendium:

    Children. They were teaching children

    Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

    Toughen them, said Godric.

    Make them smart, said Rowena.

    And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

    But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

    She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

    I will take them all, she said. 

    I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

    I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

    I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

    No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

    But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

    Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

    For goodness. For hope.

    And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

    Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

    (But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

    (Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

    #and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

    (via itsnoteasybeinggreenberg)

    — 3 days ago with 24602 notes

    anch0vies:

    spazztastic-muffin:

    When your teacher is nice but can’t fucking teach

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    When your teacher is mean but teaches really good 

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    (via crrocs)

    — 6 days ago with 463071 notes