but relevant to my interests

anonymous asked:

please. tell us more about your 'folk bangers' playlist. that sounds relevant to all of my interests. (folks and banging)

if you want a playlist for banging folks this probably isn’t the one for you, but if you want to Go Off, Historically then WHAT’S UP 

🤘🏻

Some Things Your Local Librarians Would Like You To Know

It is not a stupid question. Even if it is a stupid question, we have been thoroughly trained to answer your question without judgement or second-guessing. Besides, we’re mostly just glad you’re not asking us about the noise the printer is making again.

There are probably (at least) two desks in the library. One is where you check out books and is mostly staffed by people wearing nametags that say “Circulation Clerk.” These people can answer your questions about damaged or missing books, fines, and how many forms of identification we’ll need if you want to get a library card but your mailing address is in Taiwan. The other one is closer to the books and computers and is mostly staffed by people wearing nametags that say “Librarian.” These people can answer your questions about spider extermination, how to rent property to the United States Postal Service, and the number of tropical island nations in which you could theoretically establish the first United States Embassy. We would love to answer these questions for you. It would be a nice change from the printer.

We probably own a 3D printer by now. 3D printers, are cool, right? Please, please come use our 3D printer, it’s so lonely.

We spent a lot of money to hire this woodworker to come and teach a class at the library which you can attend for free. You will probably be the only person between the ages of ten and fifty in attendance, but your presence will fill the librarian with an unnameable joy. They will float back to their manager in a daze. “A young person came to my program,” they will say. You will have made their entire job worthwhile.

Every time you ask us for a book, movie, or music recommendation, a baby librarian gets their first cardigan.

Somewhere in the library, there is a form. If you fill out this form with your name and library card number and the details of the thing you are looking for, we will find you the thing. Sometimes the answer is “the thing is in Great Britain and they will not send it to us,” but more often the thing will just appear on hold for you, and one day you will pick up a copy of that out-of-print book you never thought you would read and maybe you will say, “Wow, the library is amazing,” and the librarian’s heart will glow. 

Please bring back book #2. The rest of its series misses it very much.

Five dollars is not a large library fine. Believe me, before I started working in libraries, I too wondered how someone could sleep at night, knowing they owed money to the library. When we laugh as you sheepishly apologize for your $2.50 in overdue fees, we are not mocking you, we are thinking of the ten people we sent to debt collection already today.

We really don’t care why you’re checking out Fifty Shades of Grey. Maybe you have a specifically-themed ironic bachelorette party to plan. Maybe you’re working on a thesis paper about mainstream media’s depiction of female sexuality. Maybe you just got curious. We will give you the benefit of the doubt. 

Whatever you’re smoking in the family restroom, please stop.

Somewhere on the library’s website, buried under “Links” or “Research” or “On-line Resources,” is a page that a librarian spent a month’s worth of work on. It contains many links to websites you thought everyone knew about, and one to a page that you could never have imagined existed that perfectly solves a problem you never expected to be resolved. 

Imagine the kind of person who would think to themselves, “Library school sounds like a thing I should do.” For the most part, you are imagining the kind of person who is now a librarian. We want very much to help you, but we’re not entirely sure how to do that unless you ask. You are not bothering us. Please, come and say hi.

Cora: So your sweetheart’s ruling Kadara now. Be careful, okay? He’s still the same man who had Sloane Kelly killed
Ryder: *blew up the kett facility with all the angara in it* *shot Kalinda* *shot Akksul* *didn’t tell anyone that Sarissa left Ishara to die*
Ryder:
Ryder: what

We are tired of losing agency:
Persephone rips six seeds from their fleshy husks and
bares her teeth against Zeus’s paltry benediction.
She rules with an iron heart and a frosted smile.

We are tired of being erased:
Eurydice’s name is printed first on the marquee as she
leads Orpheus to a standing ovation from inside Hade’s Halls.
She accepts baskets of honey and roses as her due

We are tired of feeling ignored:
Echo stops hiding behind sycamore trunks and she
breaks Narcissus’ mirror with a golden apple.
She starts a conversation and refuses to finish it

We are done with fucking dying
to be the damsel for your dashing hero,
to be relegated to a possessive pronoun
in your goddamned myth.

We do not belong to the narrative;
the narrative belongs to us and
we are going to rewrite the stories
to reflect our fucking presence.

Persephone chooses winter,
Eurydice turns around,
Echo speaks first and
We stop shouting into empty canyons.
—  ​Womanhood is the story of being forbidden

I was checking relevant tags to my interests and accidentally stumbled across what I think might be the blog of my doppleganger time clone, a teenage Canadian girl posting a bunch of stuff about wrestlers, beefy dudes, motorcycles, and Hex. I just wanna be like “Hello, it’s me, your days of future past self. Someday you can have all the things I have, a motorcycle and a beefy wrestler husband and a job getting paid to draw Hex”