not an actual library

anonymous asked:

(13x06 Spoilers!) as soon as it turned out to be a ghoul and we already saw in the cold open that Dean was in the graveyard without the rest of TFW 2.0 - it kept me thinking about Billie describing one of Dean’s possible deaths as “stabbed by a ghoul in a graveyard”. Dean didn’t seem to worry about that. Logically, there’s still the mysterious important “work to do” left, but it’s still somewhat alarming to run into ghouls right after that warning/revelation. (Wonder if we’ll see Rowena soon)

Yeah, I think that one was specifically chosen to make us think that the notebooks contained possible death soon to come… I still can’t decide if Billie’s desk is in the W section because she wanted to keep an eye on Dean or because the W section is so vastly inflated by the Winchesters that the middle of the library is actually at W :P

I mean I assumed this since last episode anyway, but picking something where Dean was alone taking on a ghoul in a graveyard, and using it as the cold open as well, rather than any generic MotW cold open death person, does seem to put Dean in the role as the potential victim.

Billie said it was his choices that would avoid him getting killed or not, so even if that was a potential end for him, his choices meant that he chose to live and to fight, and so basically confirming Dean’s will to survive again?

I hope it is a herald of Rowena’s return, anyway, especially something to make casual viewers sit up and think, because the steps are all pretty clear if you remember last episode still when you watch this one. It’s literally blatant foreshadowing but in some cases I think it’s good to get a reminder that there’s a plan and the writers have things in hand.

One of the things that’s made this season so good so far is all the use of dramatic irony, which is not actually something the show has utilised SO heavily before, at least not to the extent they’ve let us know Mary and then Cas are fine/going to be fine and then even had Dean still aggressively mourning Cas *while* he was already confirmed alive and well and back on Earth instead of rushing to reintroduce him. It’s almost like pantomime shouting “it’s behind you!” for our level of audience participation, and seeding things like Billie casually telling Dean some ways he might die for reals and then immediately following that with one of those scenarios is a good way to do similar, not with dramatic irony but just with giving some join the dots to make the story engaging in the sense of giving back the bigger picture sense of something lurking in the future, whether it’s whatever purpose Billie warned Dean about, or on a meta level the writers giving a sense of continuity and cohesiveness.

Anyway for the time being we have to assume Dean dies none of those deaths or any of the others on the notebooks, and he’s going to be making better choices to avoid them. It’s interesting the amount of control it seems to hand him :D

i was thinking about the weirdest phone calls i got when i still worked at the public library and i remembered this one phone call. it was probably less than 20 seconds long, but it still makes me laugh.

anyways, this woman called and without even saying hello after i said the usual “public library, how can i help you?” spiel, she said, “i have a very important question: when you shelve books, do you push them all to the front of the shelf or all the way back?”

it took me a second to process the question and then i answered that, at the library, we always shelve them so that they are even with the front edge so they’re easier to grab and see. she was obviously delighted by this answer and then, as if an afterthought, she asked, “okay, what about you? what do you do at home with your books?” i said i did the same thing. she hummed in obvious agreement and then just like that she said “thank you!” and hung up.

i never heard from her again. i hope she won whatever argument she was having.

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THERE IS A LOT BECAUSE I AM SO WEAK FOR THIS AU

edit: i know this has gotten a bunch of notes already ( and thank you!!!!!<3) but i still wanted to show you the cleaned up version of these sketches :>

another edit: HECK YEAH THERE’S A VIDEO FOR THIS NOW :D!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRmFppGdbDg&list=FLcC6vCP4dpHtkledDOcIr2Q

Things I loved about Beauty and the Beast
  • Diversity slapped me in face and I welcomed it with open arms
  • The enchantress didn’t curse an 11 year old who obviously knew stranger danger
  • He was an actual douche bag who deserved to be cursed
  • Belle’s blue dress
  • “You’re library makes our small corner of the world seem big”
  • “But she’s so well read and your so… athletically inclined.”
  •  I want that music box. TAKE MY MONEY DISNEY
  • Belle Doing laundry
  • Belle teaching the little girl to read
  • I love that it’s eternally winter there that just seems really cool to me

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The king sleeps still, under a mountain , and around him is assembled his warriors and his herds and his riches. By his right hand is his cup, filled with possibility. On his breast nestles his sword, waiting, too, to wake. Fortunate is the soul who finds the king and is brave enough to call him to wakefulness, for the king will grant him a favour, as wondrous as can be imagined by a mortal man.

Pride kills your peace.
—  when your ego makes you believe you are above and beyond; makes you believe that you are greater than you actually are // @abillionlittlethoughts
Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 


The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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Sensory Heaven™

I really wanna start a business that’s basically a stim toy library. You pay a small fee for a membership ( because how else would it make enough money to stay in business?) and it allows you to test out different stim toys! You can check them out like you would a library book, and if you like the toy enough, you can purchase it! If not, just return it! Not only that, but the environment would be by autistics, for autistics. Different rooms for different sensory needs: a room with dim lights, a room with some scented candles burning, a room with soft instrumental music playing, and each room would also have books (which could also be checked out or bought)! The books and stim toys could be donated by people, that way the prices could be super low and affordable! And on top of all that, it could have a café that sells autism/ neurodivergent pride themed goodies (cookies with rainbow infinity frosting, cupcakes with red frosting, coffee/tea [ because warm drinks could add to the cozy aesthetic])! There could also be informational pamphlets that could properly educate people about autism! There would be little nooks for reading, stimming, or just chilling out, complete with fun sensory chairs like fluffy beanbags and video rockers! The overall environment would be calm, peaceful, and accepting! You want to sit and rock? Go for it! That’s 100% normal here! The name of the library would be something like Sensory Heaven™, and omg I’m stimming excitedly just thinking about it! It’s too late to change my major this semester, but !!! I might change my major next semester to business so I can learn how to go about opening up this library!

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books read in 2017: lady midnight ( cassandra clare)

“That’s not the spirit of the law, Emma. Remember? The Law is hard, but it is the Law.“
"I thought it was ‘the Law is annoying, but it is also flexible.” 

Babygirl

Summary: Dan is an innocent virgin and Phil is the bad-boy who likes to make him flustered. High school Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil AU

Genre: Smut that’s kinda kinky but mostly cute

Word count: 4,039

Kinks: Feminization, daddy kink, dirty talk, a little verbal humiliation

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Nosy Rosy Big Brother

Originally posted by oldbucksicle

Summary: Dean’s hit with a strong case of curiosity. Pure, uncontrollable curiosity that leads to him finding a treasure trove of nasty little things.
Paring: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader (kinda), Implied Sam/Reader/Dean at the end
Word Count: ~2.5K
Warnings: FILTH. At this point it’d be easier to name what’s not in this fic, but I’ll name a few that are; smut (obvy), dirty text, nudey pics, sex videos of Sam/Reader, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, copious amounts of semen, Sam’s a big fan of creampies (both of the butt and vag variety), more masturbation, voyeurism, NSFW gifs just to really mess y'all up :)
a/n: aight don’t judge me but I only have one fic to post today bc school’s got me fucked up and has literally sucked my soul from my body. I’m still working on some of the requests you guys have sent in and other WIP’s as the mood/will to do anything but cry in a corner hits me (lol but I’m fine tho I swear) I hope you guys enjoy my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day 2017!



The first time Dean “snoops"—it’s by total accident. 

Sam had lent him his phone after Dean’s had been compromised on the hunt that they had just finished. Long story short; phone in pocket plus getting pushed into pool by werewolf equals no bueno. Dean pulled up the messaging app to shoot the hunter that been helping them out a text to let him know that everything had been squared away, but when Dean went to tap compose message, his thumb took a sharp left and ended up pulling up the messages between you and Sam. 

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long drives. 2am bus rides. sneaking out. concerts on a sunday night. empty beer bottles. drunk calls. texting until i fall asleep. sharing chocolates & cigarettes. smoking at the fire exit. walks at the acad oval. picking flowers, chasing dragonflies. running in the meadows until we run out of breath. watching the stars. midnight take outs. diet & workout plans. never actually doing them. exchanging baby videos on youtube. selfies on the library. sending notes. drawings on my skin. making playlists. holding hands, forehead kisses, lift hugs. being reminded to bring my umbrella when it’s raining. slipping origami hearts in your sweater pockets. you tucking my hair behind my ears. the citronella scent of the top of your head. the perfect fit of my head on your shoulders. your warm palms on my cheeks. touching your eyelashes, watching you blink. kisses on your collarbones. your breath on my neck. shivers down my spine. asking for more. the trace you leave on my fingers. waking up in your arms. lazy sunday mornings. arguing over pasta or pizza. petty fights. big fights. tear stains on your shirt. apologies. accepting apologies. learning what is worth fighting for. raising that white flag of surrender.
you, most of all.
—  kabalintunaan // what i miss: a list

anonymous asked:

How about the best place you've worked?

I actually worked at a library for a couple years and it was SUPER enjoyable! Sure, organizing things alphabetically got a bit tedious at times, but it was SO chill!! And when there was downtime, I could just do crosswords on the computer, or do some research on whatever. And all the coworkers were so quirky and interesting. It was just… pleasant!!

So you’re trying to tell me that my man, Draco Malfoy, doesn’t have a raging boner for Harry Potter?

The same Draco Malfoy that challenges Harry Potter to a midnight duel?

The same Draco Malfoy who constantly talks about Harry Potter to his father?

The same Draco Malfoy desperately seeking Harry Potter’s attention from the first time they meet?

The same Draco Malfoy that messes up his OWLs simply because Harry Potter looks at him?

The same Draco Malfoy who risks his life not identifying Harry Potter in Malfoy Manor?

The same Draco Malfoy who, in their eighth year, apologises to Harry Potter and confesses his love all in the same breath?

The same Draco Malfoy currently being fucked by Harry Potter in the restricted section of the library?

You’re right, actually. He doesn’t have a raging boner anymore. Because Harry Potter just took care of it.