librarian headcanon

Cassandra Cillian, dying from the first moment, living with death always looming. Fearing it, running from it.

Ezekiel Jones, craving death, searching out the danger. Feeling worthless, always running towards the next big adventure.

Cassandra Cillian, meeting the one person who didn’t treat her as fragile, breakable.

Ezekiel Jones, meeting the one person who took care of him, treated him gently. 

Cassandra Cillian, realizing that dying wasn’t so scary if you loved every minute until then.

Ezekiel Jones, realizing he should slow down, push death off for as long as he could, just to spend a little longer with her.

the librarians + cooking headcanons

  • eve can’t cook. like, at all. she could burn actual water. she tries, she really does, but all she can make is ramen noodles and surprisingly good mac n’ cheese. she never enjoyed cooking much anyway, often preferring to live off take-out, good restaurants, and the cooking of her roommate and/or family (and later, her friends). she does, however, appreciate a good meal, especially homecooked, after he time in the military (with all that shit food that ‘tasted like ass’ as ezekiel put it, that one time they went to a military school on a case).
  • jenkins, on the other hand, is the best cook. he can cook like a thousand different obscure recipes and historic and varied cultural foods. spicy indian food? ridiculously good greek? accurate ancient egyptian recipes? ordinary burger and fries? the best chimichangas ever? you name it, jenkins can probably make it.  except salad. he keeps getting the proportions horribly wrong. also, he butchers the sauces. surprisingly, wasabi doesn’t work well with iceberg lettuce.)
  • flynn experiments. he experiments with all sorts of spices and variants and substitutes and cultures, mixing and matching and making new recipes. his cooking is particularly dangerous because it can be really good, if unusual, or horrific (and possibly a little bit alive). once one of his dishes had a side of fried raspberries. he has a little notebook somewhere where he’s recorded all of his favorite made-up recipes.
  • cassandra isn’t the best cook because while she can measure the shit out of ingredients, more precise than many chefs can ever dream of, and she can calculate how it might ratio with the other ingredients, there’s no… heart in it. she doesn’t enjoy it or anything. maybe it’s cliché, but somehow it changes the meal. but she can make hamburger helpers and that kind of boxed shit like a fucking pro. like somehow it always tastes a thousand times better when she makes it rather than one of the others does, which doesn’t even make sense.
  • jake fucking loves cooking. like, he’s no master chef, he’s not even a great cook, but he just really enjoys it, especially trying to make food from the places he’s travelled (french breakfasts and english desserts and african cuisine and shit). even though he’ll never be an amazing cook (he’s mediocre at best) he loves being in the kitchen, and that’s enough. besides, his meals are always interesting because even though he makes mistakes, it’s always tasty (if a bit odd or strangely tangy).
  • ezekiel is an amazing cook, though. it’s true he loves a good greasy meal, like pizza bagels, but he actually likes cooking a lot. like, it’s not his extreme passion, and honestly, it kind of embarrasses him, but he does really enjoy it. he’s no well-trained chef with experimental and varied recipes or good with varied tools or whatever, but he’s damn good at it. especially homemade recipes like really good blackberry pie and steaks and shit. but he has a tendency to show off, which can make him screw up. one time he tried to flip a pancake three times midair and that’s how jenkins made him scrape five pancakes (all failed attempts) of the ceiling. (the sixth one flipped four times and ezekiel has never been more proud of himself. even jake was a little impressed.)
The Infinite Library

There is an infinite library in the Alps that contains at least one copy (or original) of every magical and non magical book, scroll, journal etc ever written. While anyone can visit, it is considered the greatest honour for a magical scholar to be invited to work there. 

There is no application process, just one day they wake up with a letter of invitation. In addition to looking after the library, the scholars receive full funding for all their research, whatever it is.

  • Jake Stone trying to sneak up on Ezekiel on his phone probably: Stop with the games and....
  • Jake Stone: Is that the Queen?
  • Jake Stone: Jones are you Skyping the Queen?
  • Jake Stone: EZEKIEL HOW AND WHY ARE YOU SKYPING THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND?
  • Ezekiel Jones: Ignore him. So yeah do you want the cookies or should I knit you something this year?

An Ezekiel Jones who remembers the game. Who has PTSD from watching the only people he cares about get hurt and die over and over, from dying over and over. An Ezekiel Jones who knows what he’s capable of and just how deeply he can care. Who still knows his friends’ secrets but keeps them tucked away in his mind, doesn’t let on, occassionally does some small subtle thing to make them feel better without their even realizing. An Ezekial Jones who for weeks, maybe months, keeps accidentally hurting the others and himself and offering to risk his life because he did it so many times that he forgets it has consequences. An Ezekiel Jones who didn’t remember at first but got it back slowly, in a process of healing, but doesn’t tell his friends. He can’t tell his friends- he can’t let them know how deeply wounded he is now. An Ezekiel Jones who would rather risk his own life over and over with real consequences than see his friends even close to danger. An Ezekiel Jones who thought he was losing Eve to history and couldn’t accept it but pretended he was okay anyways because that’s what he does. Who keeps pretending to be selfish and careless even while he’s checking weather patterns where his friends are working, even while he bonds with an egg (he can’t even interact with it, he just CARES). EZEKIEL JONES WHO KNOWS EXACTLY WHO HE IS BUT REFUSES TO SHOW IT BECAUSE HE’S SO AFRAID OF TRUSTING ANYBODY

I just found my new favorite Woozi picture tbh. He looks really cute here ;A;

- Admin Leen

So yesterday I watched Hidden Figures and I remembered that Cassandra’s “happily ever after” was Commander Cillian - physicist and astronaut.

Imagine little Cassie learning about these women and aspiring to work in NASA, and be the first woman astronaut who helped build the ship that would send her to space. Little Cassie’s room coloured blue, and there’s stickers of stars and rockets peppered on the walls of her room amidst little equations that she wrote on the walls with her markers. Equations like how much thrust she would need to go send herself to space, and what speed it’ll be. Little Cassie spending her nights staring at the stars, watching the moon wax and wane, dreaming of the days she’ll be there looking down.

And when she found out about her tumor, everything started to fall apart. The stickers slowly came down from her walls. No more rockets. No more stars. No more equations on her walls to bring her to space. She wouldn’t survive the trip anyway. All she was left with was empty walls. Empty, just like her dreams.

So she went on, having abandoned her dreams of going to space, of standing on the moon. But it all came rushing back after that day they came back from their fantasy world. It felt like a dream, but she still remembered how it felt like to bounce her way on the moon. The adrenaline in her veins as she flew. The rational part of her knew it wasn’t real. It was all made up by Prospero, but the child inside of her wanted to keep those memories.

The others would some times catch her sitting outside the Annex, just staring up at the stars. They asked, and she would answer truthfully. Telling them of her dreams to go up into space and how, maybe with her tumor gone, maybe she still had a chance. They’d smile at her, and sit outside with her, accompanying her as she looked at the stars and watched the moon rise and set.

So imagine her joy, her excitement, when one of their missions sends them to a space station. And she has to wear a suit to go outside. The rest nickname her “Commander Cillian” and she spends the rest of the week beaming and happily giggling the name to herself. Her dream came true.

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“She seemed nice…!”

Crack headcanon, 50% of Ezekiel’s abilities to just deal with situations the Library puts them in is because he’s Australian.

“Why didn’t anybody say anything about giant radioactive spiders, wait Jones what are you doing?”

“Mate, it’s cool, I got this.”

Like he’s probably the dude that laughs when watching the movie ‘the Birds’ because “that’s like an annual event home, deal with it losers”

Cassandra buys a lot of christmas sweaters for her boyfriend. He allows her to put them on because she likes to trace his stomach, his ribs, his chest when she does. 

She takes off his shirt and runs her fingers over every scar, all along his edges. She fixes her eyes right at his collarbone while she does, slightly downcast to see his bare torso. 

He likes the intimacy. How she knows every part of him, and loves every part of him. Knows things no other human has known about him. 

And then she puts the sweater on, leaving her hands to linger at his hips, and pressed a kiss against his lips.

He loves the way her eyes light up when they stand next to each other, arms around waists, and stare into the mirror. “We match!” she exclaims excitedly, every time, without fail. 

Ezekiel Jones doesn’t get sentimental for many things, but somehow, Cassandra Cillian brings it out in him.

listen. all I’m saying is. Ezekiel 100% definitely watches all the good cartoons

Cassie’s having a bad day and he climbs onto a sofa next to her with his laptop in his hands and he says ‘hey, kid, you ever heard of Steven Universe?’

(he tried to tell Flynn about Gravity Falls but Flynn was like ‘nO I DON’T WATCH CARTOONS AND DEFINITELY NOT WITH EZEKIEL JONES’ but Flynn is too curious for his own good so he looked it up on his own and was delighted. he will never tell a soul)

Archivist/librarian Dorian is important. Dorian who wants to preserve and protect cultural heritage and knowledge is important. Dorian who seems so shallow and frivolous but who, out of all the places he might find or make for himself in Skyhold, prefers a small, cozy, quiet nook filled with books and surrounded by other researchers is important. Dorian whose war table missions are about locating and acquiring specific texts for the Inquisition’s library is important.

What do librarians do? Alphabetize things, some will say. Shelve books, some will say. Stamp them. But my friends, I have a Masters in Library Science and I will tell you that what librarians truly do is collect, organize, protect, preserve knowledge. Not books, or not just books. Knowledge. The collective wisdom of all of human history. And why do they do that? Because they like to read? Because books are neat? 

No. 

So the information, the knowledge, can be used. So it is available to people who need it. So it is not forgotten, and it can inform future generations. 

Librarianship, at its core, is a service profession. It is a calling dedicated to helping others. To education.

Librarian Dorian is important.

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I’m putting this here so that I can immortalise this on my blog… and probably remind myself to write this one day. UNLESS SOMEONE WHO’S BETTER AT WRITING WESTERNS WANT TO WRITE THIS FOR ME???

Much thanks to @sheriffbaird​, @pyresrpgear​ and @justlook3​ for the character roles! (And especially to Pyre for that asskicking name BLACK SNAKE GULCH GANG I LOVE IT TO BITS)

Also included in headcanon:


  • Jake hides books on poetry behind his clothes and Ezekiel snoops around his house and finds them.
  • Jake teaching Ezekiel how to lasso and the outlaw ends up lassoing him. 
  • SHOOT OUT BETWEEN GUNSLINGER CASSIE AND BLACK SNAKE LAMIA (Cassie wins but she just wounds Lamia, not kill her.)
  • Flynn hiding Moriarty when Dulaque finds out the traitor isn’t dead which leads to Moriarty mortally wounding Dulaque when he tries to attack Flynn in a bid to get answers (and Flynn’s grateful to him for saving his life… very grateful. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) 
  • Sheriff Baird’s unofficial partner is Gunslinger Cassie… just because she finds it fun. (Also she gets to shoot people)
  • Sheriff Baird teaching Doctor Flynn how to ride a horse (because he has no idea how to)
  • Madame Morgan randomly popping by Jenkins’ bar just to bitch about rowdy/cheapass customers she had to throw out the night before
  • Jezekiel making out on hay
  • Casseve making out in the Sheriff’s office
  • Floriarty making out in the clinic
  • EVERYBODY MAKING OUT WITH THEIR PAIRINGS  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
Some Librarians/Jassandra Headcanons Because IT’S PI DAY
  • Cassandra, obviously, is MEGA-excited
  • Like obnoxiously so
  • She comes into work that day with both a sweater and leggings that have pi and numbers all over them and little pi earrings too
  • And she makes a pie that has pi on top of it
  • Everyone is exhausted but Jake is just smiling so big at her
  • But Flynn is obviously excited too
  • Eve and Jake drink together because they can’t get their partners’ attention
  • Flynn and Cassandra have a competition to see who knows more digits of pi
  • They each name a digit back and forth until someone messes up and loses
  • It lasts HOURS
  • And everyone is kind of watching excitedly, and Ezekiel is keeping score, but Eve is just the human embodiment of a sigh
  • After an hour Jake and Eve return to drinking
  • Just…pi day at the Library
  • Just picture it
  • HAPPY PI DAY

headcanon that a little while after this episode ended, Ezekiel gets a text from Cindy. Jake sees him smirk at his phone and guesses that he’s texting Cindy, so in proper big brother fashion, Stone starts to tease him about having a crush. But in line with his role as little bro, Ezekiel comes back with blackmail like, “YOU TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS AND I SWEAR I WILL TELL CASSANDRA YOU LIKE HER.” Which immediately alarms Jake, of course. “What? What are you even- Pft! I don’t like–Well, I mean I like her, you know…who doesn’t like Cassie, right? *goofy smile*–But I don’t like her, you know…I like her as…as a friend or as a….really…. good… uh, friend.” To which Ezekiel responds, “Please, mate, stop kidding yourself. You’ve liked her since day one. Anyway, it doesn’t actually matter if you admit it. I just have to get Cassie to believe it.”  “Come on! She’ll never buy it! What even makes you think I like Cassie, man?!” which only amuses Ezekiel, “It’s all in the micro-expressions. Yeah… Baird was telling me about them the other day when we were talking about you.” 

Imagine The Librarians in a rock band
  • Jacob Stone on drums, rocking out and banging on them with his hands flying up in the air
  • Ezekiel Jones on electric guitar and on his solo guitar riffs, he’d be dancing all around the stage and doing a slide just coz he can
  • Cassandra Cillian on vocals and doing her best Taylor Swift-esque performance
  • Eve Baird on bass, just chilling at the side of the stage, super in the zone
  • Flynn Carsen on keyboard, his tie on his head and dancing along to the song

Or you know… playing Guitar Hero/Rock Band. Now, if only I could draw…

The Librarians Pokemon Go Headcanons

• It’s all Ezekiel’s fault. Of course.
• Everyone is playing, except for Jenkins, who has no idea what they’re talking about and no desire for them to explain.
• Ezekiel, Stone, and Flynn are ridiculously competitive with each other.
• They’re all cheating and using the back door to go all over the world to collect different kinds of Pokemon
• Flynn has nearly gotten himself killed twice already running after fleeing Pokemon
• Cassandra can throw the Pokeball perfectly every time
• There’s an artifact in the Annex that can turn fantasy into reality. A Pokemon happens to be sitting on it. Pretty soon, the Library is infested.
• Eve doesn’t play while they’re on official missions, because she can’t afford distractions while protecting her Librarians.
• The Annex is a gym. Jenkins is horrified by how many people there are congregating outside.
• Team Instinct: Flynn, Ezekiel
• Team Mystic: Stone, Cassandra
• Team Valor: Eve

Headcanon: One of the Librarians’ favourite quotes is “Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Flynn, who has, all his youth and even much of his adulthood, constantly been reminded that he’s only book-smart and possesses no practically useful skills whatsoever. That yes, he may know all this stuff from studies and books, but who actually cares about those things? Literally nobody wants to hear about the pet culture of the early Celts on the isle of man in the late third century, will you finally shut the hell up. When he corrects people or explains something, they usually roll their eyes and talk over him, they laugh and they don’t listen. But his skills are real. His knowledge is important. Being smart is not a bad thing. He’s doing good. He enjoys learning and explaining and knowing things and that’s okay. Just because his skills are more of a mental kind than physical doesn’t mean they’re not worth anything. He’s doing fine just using his head.

Ezekiel, who is so quickly underestimated. Great actions with little thought it seems. They see the smart-ass, the clever-mouth, the nimble thief and the trickster. But he knows so much more. He’s got a story too, you know. He’s valid and so are his skills even if he usually prefers to keep them to himself - just like the fact how much he cares about others. But he still does and that’s all that matters. He has such a wide knowledge about technology and values but nobody cares to see that in him, they just don’t care. And, frankly, he doesn’t care enough to show it, either. Because he knows that he’s still a good person and a great human and a clever boy, even if he doesn’t always live it. His carefree actions do not mean he’s a stupid one, right?

Jake, who keeps all this knowledge and his whole potential to himself. Great thought but so little acting on it. He who knows so much and so many details about architecture and language and history and so many other things and yet keeps quiet most of the time. His family doesn’t know and neither do many of his friends. But just because he doesn’t talk about it very often doesn’t mean he’s not one of the cleverest minds in his state. He doesn’t need validation from others to have his abilities acknowledged. He knows all those things inside his head and that’s good enough: One doesn’t have to live and breath it every moment of his being, it’s fine if he keeps it to himself. That doesn’t mean it’s worth any less or that he’s any less intelligent.

Cassandra, who constantly feels torn between loving that great and bright mind she’s got, the synaesthesia that makes remembering and studying so much easier but thought progress so much more exhausting. Who was often enough dismissed as weird or mad when she starts drawing connections between calculations and smells and colours and numbers and when she visualizes them all at once, her hand following the figures and lines appearing for her and only her, when her mind starts to race when she figuratively burns the candle at both ends. She’s been dismissed and made fun of so often that at some point, she’s scared she’ll go crazy. Madness reaching for her - except. It’s not really madness. It’s real. It’s a talent and sometimes it’s more of a curse than a gift but it’s real. She’s not going mad, she’s using her brain in new and different ways from most people. And that’s okay. Her mind is just as valid as other people’s, even if it works in a different way. It’s not madness in her head, it’s just a really well disguised genius.

Eve, who takes it all as a cautionary tale. She’s been taught from the beginning on to pay attention to the details. To take things seriously, no matter how ridiculous they seem or how many people dismiss it. To look behind the cover. Just because you can’t see a talent doesn’t mean it’s not real and valid. Just because you can’t see caring or intelligence doesn’t mean they look away or have zero understanding of what’s happening around them. Just because someone’s mind seems different doesn’t mean it’s invalid. Everybody can be the hero they aspire to be - a hero to themselves or to others, for their own sake or for the people they love. Magic and talent and fairy tales and skills of all kinds lurk just around the corner - but you really do have to be open enough to spot them. And just because someone tells you off and dismisses you and tries to downgrade you, doesn’t mean they are right. She’s seen enough to know better. In fact, those kind of people are usually always wrong.

So of course it is all happening inside our heads. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Three times Ezekiel has been caught reading

1. Cassandra had just been walking down the isles idly looking for a spell book for a bit of research when she saw it. Ezekiel was standing between the stacks staring at the back of a book and right before her eyes he flipped it around and opened it to the first page. Smiling to herself she quickly backed away leaving him to his own devices.

2. Jacob had been on his way to find Jenkins to ask about some cross referencing for a case when he passed by one of the reading rooms. The door was ajar and he only glanced in before stopping in his tracks. This couldn’t be right. That was Jones. With a BOOK. Actually he was half way through the book and as Jacob watched a startled look crossed Ezekiel’s face and then he brought the book closer to himself apparently enraptured by whatever he was reading. Jacob grinned and continued walking.

3. Jenkins was going through the library shutting off the lights and tidying up. The other librarians had left about an hour ago, but he hadn’t seen Ezekiel since that morning. Figuring he had left to find something more entertaining Jenkins continued on to turn out the lights in one of the reading rooms. That was when he found Ezekiel sprawled out on the couch with a book on his lap. He couldn’t help the small smile that twitched its way onto his face and so he simply threw a blanket over their resident thief, turned out the lights, and went on his way.