periodicals archive

Life before death. I choose, and will continue choosing, to live.

Strength before weakness. My shortcomings and my bad days do not define me. I will celebrate my victories and take pride in my strengths.

Journey before destination. Each day is an opportunity. I will fight. I will learn. I will grow. It’s not ‘when’ and ‘if’ and ‘maybe someday.’ It’s ‘here’ and ‘now’ and ‘I can do this.’

(From this meta)

Strange Happenings

And chapter two is up, folks!! The response has been amazing so far, and I’m so happy to see so many people enjoying the period drama twist. 

Thanks again to everyone who has commented and left kudos - you’re all amazing! 

Pairing(s): Mike Wheeler / Eleven 

Word Count: 9818

Chapters: 2 / 8 

Read on AO3 / FF.net 

Enjoy, and Happy New Year everybody! 

As of December 21st I will not be accepting any more requests as they are starting to pile up. Thank you for understanding.

I’ve always wanted to do one of these, so here we go!

rules:

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  • reblog this post
  • send me an ask specifying what kind of moodboard you’d like (it can be anything: a name aesthetic, archive moodboard, period moodboard, mythology moodboard etc)
  • maybe check out my side blog or my instagram (this is optional but it would be nice)

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I’m semi-busy at the moment so please be patient if I don’t post them right away. I’ll try to get through all of them!

archiveofourown.org
Bar Down, 2nd Period Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

MORE birthday fic for my love, @c00kie28

Thank you so much for all the comments and kudos on this fic. I’m so excited you guys like it and your continued support is greatly appreciated. 

Also, thank you to @ashishorny for being beautiful and beta-ing and thank you to the lovely @galentines for her help with Chicago date things. 

ENJOY! 

Yesterday was World Poetry Day so, here in OUP Archives, we enjoyed spending the day flicking through old OUP staff magazines for poetic examples. This poem was written by May Wedderburn Cannan, a British poet active during World War One, and also the daughter of Charles Cannan who ran Oxford University Press from 1895 until his death in 1919. It was published in The Periodical in 1923.

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Synthetic Revelations, close up partial views, work in progress. 5 x 15 3/8 in.

Part of an upcoming group exhibition:
Infinite Archive: NYPL, Each artist responds to a book, poem, periodical or archive material from the collections of the New York Public Library.

Synthetic Revelations responds to Aldous Huxley’s ‘Doors of Perception’

As the last feather fell

The first time he saw him, he could tell the dark haired boy was not older than eight years old, probably a little bit less when taking in mind the high the small child possessed. Will bitted his bottom lip slightly as he slowly started making his way towards where the brown eyed kid was playing, his glance wandering around the environment from time to time, watching his surroundings in hope of not getting discovered. He knew he shouldn’t be there in first place, but he couldn’t help it… He was curious, the dark haired had an aura around him that had certainly caught his attention.

He didn’t even know his name, yet he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him… For the pain that he was going to live through.

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L is for Library

In many Urban Fantasylands, library science has not advanced since sometime in the early nineties. (In particularly bad cases, this can be ‘the 1890s’.) Rare is the computerized card catalog or digital periodical archive. Occasionally, to demonstrate that it’s a high-tech, modern library, they’ll have a microfiche reader.

(Fortunately, these microfiche machines have an uncanny knack to locate the exact article with but a few moments of scanning through them. Presumably this is part of the advantage of living in a universe with magic in.)

Often as not, however, the really -useful- books only come into play with private collections, and it’s here that things fall back to the 1890s, with books organized in haphazard fashion, often shelved by the owners themselves, with vital points of prophecy at risk of being obscured by coffee rings. At times, the urge is strong to turn professional archivists on the local wizard’s home, that they might purify it with modern preservation techniques and a proper system of cataloging. 

It is perhaps fortunate for the wizard population that this doesn’t happen.