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I have strep throat and when I went to urgent care they let me get a duck, she’s pink with a book ur doesn’t have a name and I want you all to pick. She’s one of those classic rubber ducks
I feel like my name ideas suck compared to my moms but we’ll see which name is best
5 Ways to Support Your Local Library
Get a library card. I know this might seem obvious, but simply being a cardholder is a huge way to support your local library. Prices vary, but many people are able to get a library card for free, depending on their location in relation to the library. Check with your local library for more precise pricing.
Check out books. Any books circulating through the library’s system is good - however, I will make the recommendation to check out educational, history, and craft books, for your own benefit. Something to remember: The more a certain type of book circulates, the more likely books of that ilk will be ordered in the future.
Attend programs. Programs are the backbone of a library, but unfortunately, many libraries struggle with attendance. Look for your library’s calendar, find something that interests you, then go to that program. This not only shows support for your library, but opens up opportunities for you to get to know other like-minded people in your community.
Volunteer. Many libraries need volunteers to help handle some of the important organizational tasks that the library staff does not have time for. Many of these tasks are neurodivergent-friendly, such as shelf-reading. Volunteering is not only a good way to support your library, but it may help your mental health and socialization.
Donate. Libraries everywhere are struggling, with many laws going into place in various places that could defund them. If you are unable to donate money, then see if your library accepts donations of other sorts, such as books. Many libraries partner with Friends of the Library groups in order to sell books that are donated to them. Many libraries also have a “Library of Things” where items that have been donated can be checked out by patrons (for example, my Library of Things has an air fryer, a ukulele, a snow cone machine, etc.).
There are many other things that you can do to support your local library, but for now, I leave you here. Be safe out there, and remember: USE YOUR LIBRARY.
when i was in primary school, i'd play "library" with the books i had at home
now i'm a senior in high school helping out in the school library during my lunch periods
the destiny has been fulfilled and i'm having a blast
Your library card is your ticket to anywhere!
Jeremy's actions were proportionate and understandable given the patron's lack of due respect for library property.
This man is a hero. And he's beautiful.
Jeremy Goode and 50 Great Coastal Walks Of The British Isles, Vol. 2
The Best Kind of Medicine
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by StarrySkies282
Ezekiel has a cold and the other Librarians come to the rescue
Words: 1050, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Librarians (TV 2014)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Other
Characters: Ezekiel Jones, Cassandra Cillian, Jacob “Jake” Stone, Eve Baird
Additional Tags: Fluff, Ezekiel has a cold, Tea, i also had a cold when I wrote this, These Three Idiots
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Dysphoria and Cuddles (Trans!Ezekiel Drabble)
Ezekiel always got dysphoric when he was on his period. He only got his period when he forgot his hormone treatment. Which he forgot to do a lot.
It wasn’t like it was his fault he forgot to take his testosterone. He was a forgetful guy. But also he had Jacob to remind him. But Jacob had been busy and now Ezekiel was in this predicament.
He laid in his bed miserably, curled up as it felt like his stomach was stabbing itself. He felt like his hold body was under attack by some unknown force.
There was a knock on the door, then Jacob revealed himself with a heating pad and some painkillers, but also the greasy food Ezekiel loved to eat whenever he was unfortunate enough to fall under the crimson tides.
“Hey, baby,” Jacob said softly. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like my stomach is stabbing itself,” Ezekiel bit back a bit more venomously than he meant, but Jacob seemed unphased.
That’ll happen when you grow up with seven little sisters. Each one was a demon on her time of the month Jacob had told Ezekiel around the time they started dating and Ezekiel had his first one while they were together.
“Right, sorry, Hun,” he said, sitting on the bed and setting down the survival essentials. “I got you some pain killers and a heating pad. But also a cheeseburger for when you’re hungry.”
“I’m not hungry,” Ezekiel said, though the smell of the burger -and probably fries- smelt amazing and made his stomach growl.
“You sure about that?” Jacob asked, smiling in ammusment.
“I already feel fat and that fat-causer isn’t going to help,” Ezekiel muttered bitterly.
“Awe, sweetheart, it’s just bloating. It’s natural for what you’re going through,” Jacob said, shaking the bag as an offering.
Ezekiel was quiet for a moment before he sat up and snatched the bag, rummaging through it with mock abandon. After a moment, he pulled the burger out and tore into it, mumbling a thank you.
“When you’re done, you can take some pain killers and I can help you take your shot, then you can take a shower, or you can shower and then I can help you with your shot,” Jacob suggested, kicking his boots off and moving to wrap his arms around Ezekiel.
“Don’t touch me. I’m fine. I don’t want to be touched,” Ezekiel snapped, moving away from Jacob.
“Alright, that’s fine. I’m sorry,” he raised his hands in surrender.
“How do you love me still when I talk to you so rudely?” The Australian asked, looking over at Jacob with curiosity. But also a bit of confusion.
“Because I know I’m overstepping and I know I’m being overbearing,” the southerner admitted. “And I apologize for that. I know any other time, you’d return my affections, but right now, you have a right to be snappish and I accept that. I still love you because that’s a part of who you are. Do you understand that?”
Ezekiel was still for a moment as he paused eating. “I- uh... I think so...”
He resumed eating, murmuring to himself about being stupid and that Jacob would always love him.
“Alright darlin’,” Jacob said. “When you’re finished, you tell me what you want to do. Shot then shower, or shower then shot.”
Ezekiel shoved the wrapper into the bag and munched on a couple fries.
“I want to shower,” Ezekiel said. “I feel dirty and gross and I just need to shower.”
Jacob nodded. “Alright. I’ll get you some clothes and a warm towel and some products from CVS. You like the ones with wings, right?”
Ezekiel nodded. “I think I still have some from last time.”
“Alright, well, just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Jacob asked.
He nodded again before getting up and wandering towards the bathroom to shower. He grabbed a towel on his way and locked the door behind him.
Jacob gathered clothes for Ezekiel and waited for him.
“You can come in now.” He heard the door unlock.
Jacob stepped in and handed Ezekiel the clothes. He noticed how Ezekiel avoided eye-contact with Jacob; and with himself. He didn’t look at himself as he got dressed. he looked away as he changed his pad.
“You want your shot now?” Jacob asked.
Ezekiel nodded and pulled his pants down a bit so it’s be easier for Jacob to administer the shot. He sat on the toilet as Jacob readied the needle.
Jacob stuck him quickly, then applied a small band-aid to it.
“Do you want to cuddle?” Jake asked softly, reacing for one of Ezekiel’s hands.
The Australian nodded, rubbing his eyes a bit and taking Jacob’s hand. “Yes please.”
Ezekiel laid with his back against Jacob’s torso. The other had his arms wrapped around his body with his warm hands pressed against his lower abdominals.
They were both asleep and comfortable. It wasn’t their ideal way to spend a day, but they wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.
You know you've got a problem when the librarian says, "just one? Because you usually get a few just want to make sure you're feeling alright." but good to know someone's looking out for me
Awwww, this is adorable!
“hello,” the dark lord said, “i need a library card.”
“everyone needs a library card,” the librarian said brightly, sliding a form across the desk. “fill this out.”
the dark lord produced her own elaborated plumed quill from the depths of her robes and scrawled her name in handwriting that was completely illegible but seemed to whisper the secrets of the dark from the blinding white page. “yes, but i need mine in order to take over the tri-kingdom area.”
the librarian’s polite smile barely faltered. “funny, the last dark lord to try that didn’t bother with a card.”
“yes, and do you see that fool currently ruling our kingdom? no. of course not. utterly ridiculous, to attempt to take over any size country without a library card, much less an intermediate-sized one like this.” she accepted the thin plastic card with a gracious flourish of her gloved hand.
the librarian, adding the new card’s number to the database, privately agreed, but chose not to say anything.
the librarian balanced the pile of pulled books under one elbow and held the list of call numbers in their hand for easy consultation. “intermediate spell casting for grades three and four,” they murmured, running fingers along the peeling spines until they found it. “willing to bet that’s sorrel’s request.”
they fit the large, paperbound book under their elbow and moved on, checking the list again. “magical creatures encyclopedia, L through M. that’s jackaby trying to finish the entire set by midsummer.” they would get that one last to carry it around the shortest amount of time.
“next — the complete guide to raising the dead.” they paused in front of the row of shelves with the right call numbers. they could guess the requester of that one too, but knew better than to say it out loud.
the return slot thunked loudly as it swung open and closed, having swallowed the returned books with a wet gulp.
“good morning,” the dark lord said pleasantly as she looked up from sliding her books in — or as pleasantly as “good morning” could sound when it was uttered by a voice that sounded like gravel being chewed to pieces by the jaws of a large monster.
“it is, very,” the librarian said crisply, conjuring a clean handkerchief for the still-slobbering return slot.
the mouth just visible under the dark lord’s enormous cloak hood curved into a scythe’s blade smile, but she said nothing else.
“did you enjoy your books?” the librarian asked, since she wasn’t moving and there were no other people waiting (most likely because of the dark lord standing there).
the hood nodded up and down. “extremely. especially the taped lecture by doctor dramidius ardorius of the dark arts institute.”
“well, we have many more taped lectures. i especially recommend the one on the healing powers of tea.” they tilted their head in a now get out sign. the poor steam-powered self-checkout contraption would get overheated if people were too scared to check out at the front desk.
they didn’t really expect the dark lord to take the recommendation seriously, but the next day they noticed the cloaked, hooded specter glide out the door with the taped lecture on magic-infused herbal teas tucked between a CD of dark chants and a step-by-step art book on drawing occult symbols.
“you give good recommendations,” the dark lord said with a shrug when the librarian raised their eyes from the front desk’s computer to the shadows of her hood.
the librarian wasn’t sure what to say. “you seem to take up quite a lot of my time.”
“i’m only a simple library patron,” the dark lord replied in a saintly voice that resembled a dragon coughing up a partially digested house. “do you enjoy mermaid song?”
“yes. you can find the library’s collection in the CD section over there.” they looked pointedly back down at the computer.
“i hear there’s a concert on the shore tomorrow evening.”
“perhaps we’ll get a recording of it.”
the dark lord continued taking out books on various unsavory topics. the librarian continued suggesting books on healing, positive thinking, and community service. the dark lord seemed more amused with each visit. her smile was almost charming, when you got past the long, sharp teeth.
the librarian was trying to go about their usual morning ritual of pulling books that had been requested the night before, but the dark lord wouldn’t stop making faces at them from behind gaps in the shelves. she seemed to find it hilarious. the librarian hadn’t decided yet if they were amused or annoyed.
“ooh, look at this,” the dark lord said, pulling a sturdy but beaten up board book featuring a werewolf mid-transformation on the cover from the shelf. “this was my favorite when i was just a little menace.”
“somehow i’m not surprised.”
the dark lord tucked the book into the ridiculous basket made of a large skull that floated alongside her. “didn’t you have a favorite picture book when you were little?”
“Barker the Sentient Book End,” the librarian said promptly. “i screamed for it every night until someone read it to me, long after i’d already memorized each page.”
the dark lord cooed, sounding like a cross between an owl and something eating an owl. “adorable. i knew you had a little monster in you somewhere.”
the librarian crossly debated denying being a monster at all or pointing out they had actual kraken blood in them.
they should have guessed how close the dark lord was from how good her mood was, but it wasn’t until they arrived at work on monday that the librarian heard the news.
“the newest dark lord managed to overthrow the faeyrie monarchy last night. something about combining traditional herbal spells with a newfangled mental magic based on the power of willful thinking… or something. the news reporter mentioned the use of mermaid song in a mild kind of mind control, i think? i wasn’t listening. the good news is, our budget stays in place.”
the librarian contemplated hurling the can of bookmarks across the room, but concluded that it would be both unprofessional and unsatisfying. they settled for aggressively stamping returned, only slightly saliva-covered books with red ink.
the phone clicked loudly. “public library, how can i help you?”
“by taking my offer,” the dark lord said, slightly hesitant voice like a rock slide that wasn’t sure it was ready to slide. “the royal library in the capital needs a new head librarian.”
“why’s that?” the librarian spun in their new swivel chair, tangling the phone cord while they were at it, thinking they wouldn’t want to leave so soon after getting it.
there was a cough like the ocean spitting out a new island. “erm, hmm, last one got… eaten. tragic. these things happen when you’re very, very small, you know.”
“so i’ve heard.” the librarian stretched the phone cord and watched it bounce back. “well, i’m happy where i am.”
“well.” her voice was more disappointed than they’d expected. “it’s a very nice library, you know. large selection of mermaid song in the CD section.”
“the royal library is part of our system. i can request any materials from there that i want to be delivered here.”
a pause. the dark lord had not considered this. “well, maybe i’ll take the royal library out of the system.”
“you wouldn’t dare disrupt the workings of our very intricate library system set up at the dawn of time.”
“maybe i would!”
“no.”
“fine. i wouldn’t.”
the librarian swiveled some more, wrapping the cord around with them until it ran out of give and spun them in the other direction. “would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”
“yes,” the dark lord said, voice too surprised to resemble anything in particular. “i can travel down meet you tomorrow morning.”
“don’t you have things to do?”
they could sense the shrug from the other end of the line. “i’ll move the capital to your town. i can do that, you know. i’m the supreme ruler of the tri-kingdom area.”
“yes,” the librarian agreed, un-spinning to return the phone to its cradle. “just don’t forget who gave you the library card.”
This is just The Magnus Institute.