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student info: Junk, the student assistant librarian

The library is an odd place, and the librarians are an odd bunch. There’s the research librarian who hunts monsters; there’s the one who smells like fig newtons and seems to live and breathe books and only books, as if bound somehow to the library itself; there’s the… some guy, you think, who helps with reshelving (and “some guy” is not at all an accurate description of… whoever or whatever he is, but you don’t dare risk any other description) and, of course, the head librarian. The head librarian is called Irons, and her name suits her. Mrs. Irons is rarely seen, but when she does show up, everything- everything- falls silent. They say Mrs. Irons once shushed the Wild Hunt. You almost believe it. They say she learned the true name of one of the Gentry, and put him to work in the library as an unpaid intern. You don’t know about that, but you don’t look up when you hear some guy shuffling a book cart around the shelves.

And then there’s the student assistant librarian.

The student assistant librarian is exhausted and stressed all the time. Usually she says her name is Junk, but sometimes she gets confused and introduces herself as something else instead- not ever her true name, no, just whatever she happens to blurt out. She’s used to false names. She wears boots with iron hobnails and sweaters inside out and cargo pants with a hundred things in their pockets; her hair is usually uncombed but always smells of witch hazel. She’s tall, but she has the sort of permanent stoop you get from keeping your eyes on the ground all your life. She’s personable, but she doesn’t do well when conversations go off script. She never makes eye contact, and her dark eyes move oddly when she looks around- as though there are things in the room she wants to avoid seeing. She lies as often as she tells the truth, seemingly without reason. Her lies are always either entirely inconsequential or unconvincing to the point of absurdity, but she always delivers them with the same impossibly straight face.

The job is minimum-wage work study; you’re not sure how many hours they’re even allowed to give a student each week, but it seems like Junk is always in the library. There’s a dingy old microwave behind the circulation desk and a pile of clothes from the lost and found that could conceivably be a bed, if you’re an exhausted college student who doesn’t want to risk the trek back across campus at three in the morning. (Any time but three in the morning, freshmen quickly learn- you can be a night owl all you like, but three in the morning is not our time.) 

The student assistant librarian, whose name is usually Junk, is on the brink of flunking all her classes and always behind on reshelving. This is understandable. She is a student and an assistant librarian, but the real task of the student assistant librarian has little to do with either of those things. The library is an odd place and it is full of odd things, things odder even than the librarians. It is the task of the student assistant librarian to provide protection between the library and the students. She wanders the shelves with silver studs in her ears, washers on a chain around her neck, salt in her boots, a hand-crank flashlight in her pocket, and a crumpled guide to the Dewey Decimal system in her hand. She recites a poem as she walks, not because it keeps her safe but just because it’s her favorite stim: feeling the rhymes and rhythms on her own tongue, finding the patterns, finding the sense. It helps keep her calm- and she needs to be calm when she walks the shelves. 

She finds the students who have wandered into danger; she finds the danger that has wandered into the library. She sorts things out. She chews her lips bloody inside every time she goes into the deep shelves, but she sorts things out. She knows exactly how to deal with the Gentry, and exactly how to avoid dealing with them. She is not all-powerful, nor does she think of herself as particularly heroic, but she is smart and she is stubborn and when you are in her library you will be safe.

There’s a rumor that Junk was born with the Sight. You’re not sure if that’s true- you’re not sure if that’s possible- but when you look at her, this strange gangling girl who strides into the deep shelves every night for minimum wage and strides back out again with lost students at her side, this girl who knows every rule for every interaction with the Gentry, this girl that lies as easily as breathing and once accidentally introduced herself as Captain Kirk, this girl that you once saw crying into a cup of E-Z Mac behind the circulation desk… when you look at her, you think that if anyone was ever born with the Sight, it was probably Junk.

You do not envy her that.

She has a cat, officially registered with the school as a support animal for her autism. It is grey, a bit chubby, incredibly loving, dumb as a box of rocks and about as energetic, and all in all one of the most aggressively mundane animals you’ve ever seen. Perhaps that’s why the Gentry have never messed with it- or maybe that’s because Junk has always ensured that the cat is as protected as it is possible for any animal to be: an iron-buckled collar of brass bells, fur washed with witch hazel water she’s left in the moonlight, salt packets sewn into its support animal vest, no name given, and always at her side. It does not chase mice in the library. It does not chase anything at all, nor has it ever attempted to drink or eat from the offerings that students leave out. Maybe, upon reflection, it isn’t actually that dumb.

On the occasions she actually manages to make it to class, she usually falls asleep on her tiny desk within ten minutes. Even in small classes, most of her classmates don’t want to wake her. Student assistant librarian is not an easy job, and it is only decency to allow her rest where she can find it. Her grades suffer, but she will return to the library for her shift, and when you are in her library, you will be safe.

Junk doesn’t have a major. Even after two years, she’s still muddling through her gen eds. She doesn’t often talk about her family- at least, she doesn’t often tell the truth about them- but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love them. Sometimes, at Elsewhere, it’s best to keep the things you love secret. Her family, whoever they are, wherever they are, are proud that their daughter made it to university. They do not know about her job, or the duty that comes along with it. They especially do not know about her grades.

Finals week is hard on everyone, but it also means that the number of students in the library increases tenfold- and so does the number of other things. Finals week is the most dangerous time of year, more dangerous even than the ravages of Spring Break, and it is the duty of the student assistant librarian to provide protection between the library and the students. She stays up all night herding the desperate studiers out of the unsafe places; she takes her exams as quickly as she can (too quickly) and then races back to the library to fetch those who have gone missing in her absence. It is not uncommon to see Junk full-on sprinting down the campus sidewalks during finals week, lanky limbs akimbo, hair wild, cat peeking out of her backpack. As hard as she runs, though, she never cuts a corner from the safe pathways. 

Not a single student has been Taken* from the library since she started work- an unprecedented record. She’s proud of that, even and especially on days when she’s too exhausted to put three sentences together, let alone write a timed essay. It seems unfair to give a job like this to a full-time student, and it is- but there is something about it that’s vital that the student assistant librarian must be both student and librarian. They must be a go-between. They must walk both worlds. They must provide protection.

(*She found a philosophy student halfway to the Barony once, miles past the marble palace in the reference section. He was lost and glamour-dazed, but not yet Taken, not all the way. She gave him half the sandwich she had in her pocket (the other half went back into the pocket, just in case) and led him back to the circulation desk in time for the end of night shift- the journey had been several days, she was certain, but time passed differently in the library. Two weeks later, the same philosophy student went missing from a party, and never reappeared. Junk couldn’t do anything about that; he wasn’t in her library. But no one gets taken from her library.)

Junk never asks for anything in return from the students she rescues from the deep shelves- it is her duty, after all, and duty means a bargain bigger, more binding, and more sacred than any trade between students. Still, it might be a good idea to help her with her classwork. After all, if she flunks out, the school is unlikely to get another student assistant librarian like this one.

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((Hope this is alright! Wasn’t sure how to submit this but… Junk and Mrs. Irons are original characters of mine, sliding into Elsewhere University AU-wise. Anyone who wants to can find out more about them and their other lives (and talk to Junk!) at my blog @deweydeadcimal.))

It’s kind of funny how Rose/Kanaya is one of the biggest ships in the Homestuck fandom with a majority of the big name artists in the fandom shipping it and regularly producing content of it yet people still claim erasure when people produce Grimdorks content like

Dude

Bro

Buddy

Nobody is going to forget that Rosemary is canon overnight because someone had the audacity to ship something else. It’s always gonna be there. Constantly and consistently. Always.

This amalgamation of lines right here?

Does not un-do Rose Lalonde’s entire canonical marriage and is not part of some conspiracy to Heteronormify™ Rose Lalonde. It’s two fictional characters holding hands. Don’t like these two particular fictional characters holding hands? Block all tags relative to these two fictional characters holding hands instead of going on long winded rants about characters you don’t want to hold hands.

This has been my long winded rant about people ranting about characters they don’t want to hold hands.

captainjzh  asked:

There's been a lot of negativity towards the past four episodes, and I was wondering if that has to do with the episodes being weekly. For comparison, you think the stretch of episodes from The New Lars to Kiki's Pizza Delivery would have gotten a worse reaction if they weren't released daily?

Well there was some people who didn’t like ‘The New Lars’ (it wasn’t a favorite for me either, but it wasn’t exactly a bad episode, just not my thing) but … It wasn’t anything like this.

Back then, you really had to dig into the tags to find a lot of negativity, but nowadays, you can hardly escape it without unfollowing and blocking a bunch of people. It’s taking over the fandom.

I don’t think being on a weekly schedule has anything to do with it. Yeah, it makes the impatient fans a little more impatient. But the heavy criticism (if you can even call some of it that) that’s going on? It’s unreal …

It’s just … Some people started pointing out some bad things with explanations that made sense. Those posts got a lot of notes. And that started the snowball effect. Now it feels like everyone and their mom is being overwhelmingly critical.

For the record: Yes, I’m okay with criticism. There is nothing wrong with pointing out things you don’t like. There’s nothing wrong with not liking or even hating episodes. I’m the last person to tell you to stop. You’re entitled to your opinions, and you can literally do whatever you want with your blog.

I don’t like it, but I can accept it. What I can’t do is understand it, I guess.

If you hate something so much … Why are you putting so much energy to it? What does it do for you, personally? Does it satisfy you? Does it make you happy when you find a lot of people agree with you?

And I’ve seen some critical blogs say “I don’t hate SU”, and well … I just don’t see how when they have next to nothing good to say about it. Maybe they have sideblogs for their positive SU blogging?

I just want everyone to have a good time, including the critical ones. If SU isn’t making you happy anymore, or not happy enough, then please pour yourself into other interests that you love! Please do what makes you happiest.

And while I don’t understand it, if picking out the flaws in SU is one of the things that makes you happy, I won’t judge! Make sure to tag it for those who don’t wanna see it, and blog to your heart’s content.

But to the critical ones who are doing it for the drama, and doing it to get a rise out of people, and start arguments, and especially to the ones directly attacking the Crewniverse over these things:

Stop. The fans who love the show and the Crew who work on it are living, breathing people. You’re breeding so much hate and succumbing to so much hate yourself, and I implore you to please partake in healthier, happier hobbies.

I know a big part of this critical trend will die down with time, but … I come here to cope and talk about the show I love, and some days it’s very hard when all I see here is how much everyone hates everything.

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So obviously I’ve been MIA for a while. I’ll be honest, things kind of took a dive with my health for a little while. After my first run in with a doctor that was truly fatphobic beyond all logic, a loss of 35+ pounds in less than two months because of a complete inability to tolerate food and a brief trip into malnutrition and kidney failure, I am probably the least healthy I’ve been in a very long time.  But things are finally looking up, and I’m scheduled for surgery on Wednesday- with another doctor of course. I have a lot of thoughts on everything that happened, but I’m not sure how much I want to say, if you know what I mean. Thank goodness the doctors who have known me for years had my back, and were able to refer me to an excellent surgeon who thought the same way they do. 

Meanwhile, I’m alive if not quite well and Hinkey wanted in on the selfie action. 

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I did :(

100% scientific grading of all (most) Dragon Age companions/advisors

ORIGINS

Alistair: Is a sweetheart who does his best and is a fantastic tank and has great hair, great sense of humor, I just want to hug him, rating: A+

Dog: Faithful, loyal, pees on things, (Happy bark!), rating: A+

Leliana: looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you, likes the way you do your hair, is a sweetheart, rating: A+

Morrigan: will put a spell on you (and now you’re hers), #1 witch, becomes a great mom even though her own upbringing wasn’t that great, rating: A+

Oghren: goes into the Deep Roads to try to find his wife, doesn’t give a flying nug, rating: A+

Shale: is a giant rock, great voice, great backstory, rating: A+

Sten: so Qunari he makes the Arishok look small-time, learns over time to respect the Warden, rating: A+

Wynne: #1 Grandma, great healer, is playing the long game so she can troll everyone in Asunder, rating: A+

Zevran: Best accent, beautiful hair and skin complexion, “for you I would march into the Black City itself, never doubt it!”, rating: A+

Loghain Mac Tir: honestly you don’t have a daughter like Anora unless you’re kicking ass and taking names yourself, rating: A+

AWAKENING

Anders: is fucking adorable, will save all cats, ~Anders’ spicy shimmy~, #1 healer but seriously make him an Arcane Warrior for a good time, rating: A+

Justice: Fade spirit just doing his best, wants to help everyone, looks good in plate, rating: A+

Nathaniel Howe: Loves Amaranthine, defends his family but also learns to see their faults, is definitely gonna bang my Cousland on top of his dad’s grave, rating: A+

Oghren: “You joined the Grey Wardens?  Really?”  “You said it would be hot!”  “WE WERE ROLEPLAYING!” rating: A+

Sigrun: oh my god she’s so cute but also smashes darkspawn in the face, DESERVES A BETTER ENDING for sure, rating: A+

Velanna: Goodnight shemlen b/c Velanna is coming for you, doesn’t give any shits, is prob. one of the biggest badasses in the series, rating: A+

DRAGON AGE 2

Anders: WAS RIGHT, fuck the templars, how can one feathermage be so pure, has loved Hawke for three years oh my god? voiced by Adam Howden who donated money to a GoFundMe for my sister’s sick cat (true story), rating: A+

Aveline: WILL TANK ALL OF THEDAS, do no harm but take no shit, will beat Hawke’s ass if necessary, “real nice night for an evening!” rating: A+

Bethany: who’s the best BETHANY’S THE BEST, Hawke’s #1 biggest most supportive fan, definitely best haircare routine and the most pure, rating: A+

Carver: does his best, actually secretly loves Hawke deep down inside, they probably built pillow forts together as kids and were def. best friends, rating: A+

Fenris: best spiky broody elf in any franchise, prob. the smartest individual in the entire Kirkwall Crew honestly, trying his hardest to move on, voiced by Gideon Emery and everything that guy touches turns to gold, rating: A+

Isabela: #1 pirate queen, has a heart of gold and loves Hawke, she just loves Hawke so much????? she’s going to let the Kirkwall Crew live happily ever after on her pirate ship I’m so proud of her, rating: A+

Merrill: dESERVED BETTER in every respect, just wants to help everyone??? Loves Mahariel and Tamlen so mucH?? Merrill/FHawke is such a pure ship omg, rating: A+

Sebastian Vael: definitely tries his best and wants so hard to live up to his name, will shot you with bow, makes that outfit look honestly stylin’, #1 accent in all of the Free Marches, rating: A+

Varric: Actual #1 Bro™, there is no bro who has ever bro’d harder, HIS FRIENDSHIP WITH HAWKE IS honestly, probably the best friendship in any game, like this if you cry every tim, rating: A+

INQUISITION

Blackwall: Can we discuss that beard tho, just doing his best, honestly the best banter, “What can a grey warden do?” “save the fucking world if pressed”, rating: A+

Cassandra: holy shit is htere a bigger badass in Thedas no there is not, did you guys watch the anime holy shit.  if she met Aveline it would be the unstoppable force meets the immovable object honestly, rating: A+

Cole: pure spirit child, “he’s only 12 years old and already more psychic than his dad” - dril, dies a lot when he’s in my party i’m sorry Cole, rating: A+

Dorian: actual most  styling man out there, had to leave Tevinter because he was so damn stylish he was putting the rest of the Imperium to shame, oh my god he’s just like, best friends with your Inquisitor and it’s so?? pure? rating: A+

Iron Bull: lmao it’s over for you if you get in trouble with this guy also the Chargers are basically? great? and he’s so good to Krem?? voiced by a guy who loves this job and loves video games, rating: A+

Sera: is gonna throw bees at your head and is looks good in plaidweave, deserves better, most unique accent in the series, has good taste in ladies, rating: A+

Solas: it was Egg who caused the trouble but honestly he’s doing his best, gets approval anytime you’re nice to like anyone, GREAT artist, i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? it goes like this the fourth the fifth the minor fall the major lift the baffled king composing hallelujah???  rating: A+

Varric: guess who’s back, back again, Varric’s back, and tbh he’s just so good and he helps everyone and is helping the inquisitor b/c he cares so much, rating: A+

Vivienne: WOW has anyone ever looked so goddamn gorgeous, probably not, way too stylish for you plebeians, i only wish i could raise myself to her level, but i also don’t want her to ever lower her standards which she would have to do to even talk to me, rating: A+

Cullen: has been through a lot of shit and come out surprisingly chill, admits his mistakes, loves dogs like all good Fereldans, definitely got that lip scar from Hawke though, rating: A+

Josephine: honestly the best fashion sense in Skyhold, those ruffles though, is very pure?? I just want to cuddle her on the couch forever, make her some rice krispy treats and then take her on a vacation because she deserves it, rating: A+

Leliana: Murderpope best pope, rating: A+

anonymous asked:

For all that Stan is supposedly a grasshopper, it didn't stop him from buckling down and really pushing himself physically and especially mentally to get his brother back for 3 decades. Poor education, no engineer friends he could call for help, no summoning dream demons after one year of getting nowhere, nothing but himself and a crazy book with a bunch of weird nonsense and codes and partial schematics that might as well have been Greek to him.

Is this a shot at ford, this feels like a shot at ford

But no I think that was exactly the point of his character growth (rather than the slot he filled when he was ‘just half of a dynamic duo’).  Narratively speaking, Stan getting thrown out was a catalyst for him to work hard slay hard and start winning.  His initial journey (and tbh imo Ford’s catalyst too) was proving he could make it just fine on his own (which neither of them succeeded at).  

That’s not to say that Stan wouldn’t have always done anything necessary to save his brother, mind you.  But I’m of the opinion that his experiences surviving on his own gave Stan the tools he needed to survive no matter what, and gave him the tools to keep going no matter what.  No matter how bad he wanted to quit or give up or how impossible everything seemed. In the scope of the story, it puts Stanley in an ‘I’ve survived worse’ character position (not unlike Post-Portal Ford).  Plus, the Pines boys just are extraordinarily strong-willed.

I like this particular ask because it also feeds into my personal opinion that Stan is actually very smart when he puts the effort in/finds something that interests him.  He’s done extremely clever things throughout the show, and I happen to know from experience that being ‘the dumb one’ is a very easy way to shirk responsibilities of all flavors (and make your opponents/marks wildly underestimate your ability), which Stan is prone to doing (unless, again, he’s interested in something).  But, on the other hand, when you’re constantly told you’re not smart (which, look at Stanely’s life), you believe it.  Imo, just because of who Stan is, and what we’ve seen, it seems like a combination of both things, whether conscious or unconcious or both as needed.

tl;dr:  The Grasshopper/Ant comparison is a generic storytelling tool to give the audience an expectation of how events are going to unfold.  In AToTS, that dynamic sets up the boys up in a way that you can see where their story (or that chapter of their story) is going; it’s an age-old anecdote of The Studious vs The Slacker (which is what Stan admitted he was doing throughout high school) that ends in The Slacker (quite literally) left out in the cold.  That comparison is meant as framework, not deep character meta (overall, imo, Stan perfectly embodies the ‘Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass’ trope).  But for the catalyst that separated the boys, the framework reads Grasshopper/Ant to me.

Comforting

Another repost because you know I can’t get my self together enough to write. Enjoy!


Originally posted by mentallydatingspencerreid

It was another night spent on Spencer couch, laughing, watching movies in languages you didn’t understand, and junk food, lot’s of junk food.

You reached for the popcorn bowl; frowning when you realized there was no more left “I guess it’s my turn” you sat up from the couch, and made your way to the kitchen.

You kept your hand along the wall, and hung on the table, when Spencer heard the bowl drop, “Y/N” he called out your name. He laughed thinking about all the times you’ve fallen, and just how clumsy you tend to be. But this wasn’t one of those times, he didn’t hear the usual response “Y/N” he said concerned. After a couple of seconds he got up the couch, to find you sitting in front of the kitchen cabinet. 

He kneeled down next to you “Hey, are you okay?” he said brushing the hair from in front of your face. You wanted to say yes but it didn’t look like you we’re okay “I think so, it’s nothing”

“It’s nothing? You’re on the kitchen floor right now how is this nothing?”

You didn’t want to listen to his speech again, “We’re going to the hospital” Spencer said getting up from the floor. “No I don’t need too”

“I wasn’t asking if you needed too, I’m telling you we are”

It had been a long time since you had felt this sick, your head was still spinning as you laid on the hospital bed.

The white hospital walls, the smell, the lighting, the bed, the monitor constantly beeping. You couldn’t figure out which one you hated the most.

“So your vitals are all good, we are just going to take some blood, run some test make sure everything really is okay” the smiling nurse said looking through the drawer getting the supplies ready.

“Blood, no that’s okay, I don’t need blood work” you said alarmed.

“You mean you don’t like blood work?” Spencer said looking at you. He was right, as always, you hated blood work. The nurse reached out for your right hand “I promise I’ll be quick” you unwillingly gave her your hand.

“Hey” Spencer said calling your attention to the left, “You want to see a magic trick?” he said with a huge smile on his face. You felt a like a little kid refusing to go to the doctor, refusing to get blood drawn, and now being distracted with magic tricks. But he always went above and beyond to make things better for you. 

With a big smile on his face he pulled out the deck of cards from his pocket. He shuffled it a couple of times, “Well go with a classic, this is going to be your card, remember this card” you shook your head amused.

His hands moving too fast for you to keep up, but you never took your eyes off of his. Before he could even finish you heard the nurse say “All done, well have the results back in about thirty minutes. 

Spencer kissed your forehead “See that wasn’t too bad.”

The blood work had come back normal; they released you with the only instruction to rest. “You know this doctors visit was completely unnecessary” you said taking a seat on the couch. “It was not, it had been a really long time since you’d felt like that” 

Your eyes began to fill with tears, today had been to long. “I’m fine” you said through your tears. “Well I needed to make sure, you are way to important, I can’t be with out you” Spencer said wrapping his arm around you, your head rested on his chest as he played with your hair.

“Thank you for being there”

“I’ll always be here” he said kissing your forehead.  

He un paused the movie where you had left, and continued to play with your hair until you fell asleep.


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its been forever since I posted pics but I got a haircut and life is good, if bit a lil frustrating, but I’ll most it thru!!

they/them

Recently, someone messaged me to ask about a curse of mine they had performed. They wanted to know how long it would take to manifest and the effects it would have (unless the curse specifically dictates, then it varies and depends upon both target and witch, for future reference). I’m a very big advocate for privacy, so I’ll leave out the individual’s name. However, the part of their message that caught my eye the most was of the description they gave of how they felt after casting it. It’s a cocktail of feelings I have a very big fondness for. 

When one casts a curse, they should feel strong and that it was justified. There shouldn’t be a doubt in their mind that it was appropriate action. I’m not just saying that for ethics. Curses are very powerful things and very helpful. They give power to the weak and a weapon to the defenseless. However, they have very peculiar behaviors. Some are like wild animals, let loose in one direction while the witch stands behind and makes themself invisible to the beast. Some are a little more intelligent, willing to comply and understand, but will turn on their handler if the opportunity presents itself. So many people say to shield yourself before a curse because that curse can easily turn and harm the careless practitioner. Things like hesitation, guilt, those are like putting blood in the water. Sure, sometimes you can get away with it, but the risk isn’t worth it. Pride and strength are shields in and of themselves. 

I said to them, after talking about the timeframe and effects, that I hope they remember that feeling and that they do not have to cast many curses. It’s not that I don’t support cursing, I very much do, but that curses are generally used in retaliation of something. It is a power that comes from harm and weakness. If I asked people, “Why did you do this?” I’d probably hear, “I was hurt and I had no other way to defend myself.” or “Someone hurt me.” That’s why I do it. That’s why I started cursing and started writing them and posting them for others to see and use. That’s why I write them for friends and those that come to me for a curse. It should feel good to curse. It should feel like you’ve finally gained the strength to fight back and defend and banish and take control of your life. But to want those things is to have known the lack of them, which is sad to think about.