I’m Putting This Here So That I Can Immortalise This On My Blog… And Probably Remind Myself To Write

For the requests, saying I love you through post it notes

Hello Anon, sorry this is so late. I got sidetracked trying to write it a bunch of times.

Jacob noticed Ezekiel was feeling down. And that he seemed very out of it lately. It was his duty as Ezekiel’s boyfriend to help him out as much as possible.

Jacob sat at a table in the, post it notes in front of him. He was writing on them, cute little I love you notes to Ezekiel. He wanted his boyfriend to feel better. He loved him.

“What are you doing Jacob?” Cassandra asked, leaning over his shoulder.

“Writing love notes to Ezekiel,” Jacob told Cassandra. “He’s been feeling down lately and I wanted to make him feel better.”

She nodded, sitting down across from him. “Let me help.”

Together they write I love you notes to Ezekiel. 

Jacob went around the Library that day, planting the notes in places only Ezekiel would find them. Some noted were reminders. Reminders showed that Jacob cared about Ezekiel and that he wanted him to take care of himself.

He smiled with his efforts. He sat down again in the annex and watched Ezekiel move through the room and off into some other part of the library for a bit.

Jacob wandered into Ezekiel’s room for the night to be met with arms wrapped almost immediately around his torso. He smiled and hugged the thief back.

“I love you too,” Ezekiel said into Jacob’s shoulder.

“I know,” Jacob answered, kissing the top of his head. He lifted him up and placed him in bed. “Lets get some sleep. I have a feeling we’ll be having a job. You need a full eight hours and I could use some sleep too.”

every so often im struck by the memory of one of my college professors getting very angry with our class (art history of pompeii 250) because when she excitedly detailed the ingenious roman invention of heated floors in bathhouses via hearths in small crawlspaces, we asked who was tending the fires. she said "oh, slaves i suppose. but that isnt the point". and we said that it actually very much was the point. she had just told us that in roman society there were dozens of people, maybe hundreds, who spent every day of their enslaved lives crawling in cramped, hot, smoky tunnels to light fires to warm pools of water (which they were not allowed to swim in). how could that not be the point?

she wanted us to focus on the art, on the innovation of heated plumbing, on the tiles and decorations of the bathhouses, and all we wanted to do was learn more about the people under the floors. and she didn't know anything more about that. in fact, she said she thought we were focusing too much on superfluous details.

it feels almost hokey to put too fine a point on the idea im getting at here but i will anyway: There are a lot of people who are still under the floors. all these beautiful, convenient, brilliant innovations of modern society (think fast fashion, chatgpt, uber, doordash) are still powered by people working in inhumane, untenable conditions.

the people who run these systems want you to focus on the good - who doesnt love warm water? - but if anything is going to improve or change in our lifetimes, you need to examine these things with an attentive, critical, and empathetic eye. and for fucks sake stop ordering from amazon

Has anyone ever considered the fact that Jacob probably has fans? Like, the way he geeked out over Professor Bancroft before he realised the guy was a prick? There’s probably students that geek out over him the same way. And there’s no way that at least one kid hasn’t figured out that Oliver Thompson is Jacob Stone, and all the other aliases, too. Have you seen his sentence structure? His grasp of language? There can’t be this many bastards with these writing skills and insights, no way.

Just imagine. Another case at a university somewhere (frat boys doing something stupid with a grimoire, no doubt) and he introduces himself to another professor, snooping around casual as hell, and nearly jumps out of his skin when a student staying behind to make up an extra credit assignment screeches like a pterodactyl and falls out of their desk. And then he’s got a kid, practically vibrating from excitement and Red Bull, standing in front of him and just freaking the fuck out because oh my God, you’re Jacob Thompson, I mean Oliver Stone, I mean, fuck me, it’s you, I love your work, I have your book, can you sign my notebook because my friends aren’t gonna believe this, your work on Mesoamerican art is the inspiration for my term paper, oh my God, it’s really you.

Three hours later, Eve and the other LITs are wondering where the hell Jacob is, was he kidnapped by the frat boys or something? They all go looking for him and find him sitting on the grass in the quad, surrounded by no less than thirty-five students of varying majors that are hanging on his every word and are half in love with him already since he is the hottest professor they’ve seen on this campus, but that’s just a bonus at this point because he is a genuinely nice guy. He takes their opinions seriously and answers their questions like they are actual goddamn adults and treats them with some respect, what the fuck, he’s like a cryptid. 

When Jacob finally has to leave, the students almost cry to see him go, but he promises that he’ll come back in a day or two, and yes, he will absolutely read over the upperclassmen’s thesis papers. At least fifteen students have his book, creased and dog-eared and bookmarked in half a dozen places with pieces of neon sticky notes, and he signs every single one, not to mention plenty of notebooks and binders. Someone wrangles a passerby into taking a group photo, a copy of which is sent to everyone there, including him.

When he gets back to the Annex, everyone teases him for forgetting he was actually there on a case, but hell if he cares. He’s walking on air right now, the Validation is Real, and nobody’s bringing him down. To those kids, he is everything he wanted growing up, trying to learn everything on his own, and he is living for it.

(TL;DR: Jacob is absolutely a rockstar in the academic world, and he 100% has fanboys and fangirls who collect his work and moon over him.)

Dysphoria and Cuddles (Trans!Ezekiel Drabble)

 Ezekiel always got dysphoric when he was on his period. He only got his period when he forgot his hormone treatment. Which he forgot to do a lot.

It wasn’t like it was his fault he forgot to take his testosterone. He was a forgetful guy. But also he had Jacob to remind him. But Jacob had been busy and now Ezekiel was in this predicament.

He laid in his bed miserably, curled up as it felt like his stomach was stabbing itself. He felt like his hold body was under attack by some unknown force. 

There was a knock on the door, then Jacob revealed himself with a heating pad and some painkillers, but also the greasy food Ezekiel loved to eat whenever he was unfortunate enough to fall under the crimson tides.

“Hey, baby,” Jacob said softly. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like my stomach is stabbing itself,” Ezekiel bit back a bit more venomously than he meant, but Jacob seemed unphased.

That’ll happen when you grow up with seven little sisters. Each one was a demon on her time of the month Jacob had told Ezekiel around the time they started dating and Ezekiel had his first one while they were together.

“Right, sorry, Hun,” he said, sitting on the bed and setting down the survival essentials. “I got you some pain killers and a heating pad. But also a cheeseburger for when you’re hungry.” 

“I’m not hungry,” Ezekiel said, though the smell of the burger -and probably fries- smelt amazing and made his stomach growl.

“You sure about that?” Jacob asked, smiling in ammusment.

“I already feel fat and that fat-causer isn’t going to help,” Ezekiel muttered bitterly.

“Awe, sweetheart, it’s just bloating. It’s natural for what you’re going through,” Jacob said, shaking the bag as an offering.

Ezekiel was quiet for a moment before he sat up and snatched the bag, rummaging through it with mock abandon. After a moment, he pulled the burger out and tore into it, mumbling a thank you.

“When you’re done, you can take some pain killers and I can help you take your shot, then you can take a shower, or you can shower and then I can help you with your shot,” Jacob suggested, kicking his boots off and moving to wrap his arms around Ezekiel.

“Don’t touch me. I’m fine. I don’t want to be touched,” Ezekiel snapped, moving away from Jacob.

“Alright, that’s fine. I’m sorry,” he raised his hands in surrender. 

“How do you love me still when I talk to you so rudely?” The Australian asked, looking over at Jacob with curiosity. But also a bit of confusion.

“Because I know I’m overstepping and I know I’m being overbearing,” the southerner admitted. “And I apologize for that. I know any other time, you’d return my affections, but right now, you have a right to be snappish and I accept that. I still love you because that’s a part of who you are. Do you understand that?”

Ezekiel  was still for a moment as he paused eating. “I- uh... I think so...”

He resumed eating, murmuring to himself about being stupid and that Jacob would always love him. 

“Alright darlin’,” Jacob said. “When you’re finished, you tell me what  you want to do. Shot then shower, or shower then shot.”

Ezekiel shoved the wrapper into the bag and munched on a couple fries.

“I want to shower,” Ezekiel said. “I feel dirty and gross and I just need to shower.”

Jacob nodded. “Alright. I’ll get you some clothes and a warm towel and some products from CVS. You like the ones with wings, right?”

Ezekiel nodded. “I think I still have some from last time.”

“Alright, well, just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Jacob asked.

He nodded again before getting up and wandering towards the bathroom to shower. He grabbed a towel on his way and locked the door behind him.

Jacob gathered clothes for Ezekiel and waited for him. 

“You can come in now.” He heard the door unlock.

Jacob stepped in and handed Ezekiel the clothes. He noticed how Ezekiel avoided eye-contact with Jacob; and with himself. He didn’t look at himself as he got dressed. he looked away as he changed his pad.

“You want your shot now?” Jacob asked.

Ezekiel nodded and pulled his pants down a bit so it’s be easier for Jacob to administer the shot. He sat on the toilet as Jacob readied the needle.

Jacob stuck him quickly, then applied a small band-aid to it.

“Do you want to cuddle?” Jake asked softly, reacing for one of Ezekiel’s hands.

The Australian nodded, rubbing his eyes a bit and taking Jacob’s hand. “Yes please.”

Ezekiel laid with his back against Jacob’s torso. The other had his arms wrapped around his body with his warm hands pressed against his lower abdominals. 

They were both asleep and comfortable. It wasn’t their ideal way to spend a day, but they wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.

I feel like my OTPs are always made up of a cinnamon roll and a douche with a heart of gold

Season 1 Jenkins: I find you all utterly boring

Season 2 Jenkins: Cassandra, Ezekiel, and Eve are alright

Season 3 Jenkins: I will literally die for you all

Season 4 Jenkins: *Literally dies for them all*

The Best Kind of Medicine

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Hwb03I

by StarrySkies282

Ezekiel has a cold and the other Librarians come to the rescue

Words: 1050, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Librarians (TV 2014)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Ezekiel Jones, Cassandra Cillian, Jacob “Jake” Stone, Eve Baird

Additional Tags: Fluff, Ezekiel has a cold, Tea, i also had a cold when I wrote this, These Three Idiots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Hwb03I

happy pride month i guess 😒

#SAVETHELIBRARIANS MASTERPOST

ATTENTION LITS: As most of you know by now, TNT Drama has canceled The Librarians, and Electric Entertainment/Dean Devlin are working to shop the show around and find it a new home. DEAN NEEDS OUR HELP TO PULL THIS OFF! 

Not only do we need to make more noise than ever, we need to reach out to the most viable new homes and make sure they know how interested the fanbase is! 

HASHTAGS:

#TheLibrarians #RenewThelibrarians #SaveTheLibrarians #TheLibrariansWillRise

WHO TO TAG:

@hulu @amazon @netflix @thecw @syfy @freeform

CONTACTING METHODS:

contact TNT to complain about the cancellation:

“You can send an email to Info-TNT@turner.com

You can also call our viewer comment line at 404-885-4538.

For mail, use this address:

TNT Viewer Relations

1010 Techwood Drive NW

Atlanta, GA 30318″

contact Hulu to tell them to pick up the show:

USE THEIR FEEDBACK/SUGGESTION PAGE

Hulu Customer service: 1 (888) 265-6650

NOTE/TIP: HULU ONLY ACCEPTS FEEDBACK AND CONTENT SUGGESTIONS FROM THEIR CUSTOMERS. Hulu is also especially important as a candidate to pick up the show because currently, they are the only streaming service with the rights to The Librarians. They have also been recently catching up to Netflix when it comes to making original shows and picking up outside content. I suggest that any LIT that doesn’t currently have a Hulu account make one (even if it’s just to cancel it after the free trial is up) and use it to stream all the current seasons of The Librarians they have as well as send the feedback suggestions for them to pick up the show.

Obviously, I am suggesting that all LITs that DO have Hulu accounts also stream The Librarians as much as possible for the next week or so, on top of sending in the feedback. 

contact Netflix to tell them to pick up the show:

USE THEIR FEEDBACK/SUGGESTION PAGE

contact SYFY to tell them to pick up the show:

USE THEIR FEEDBACK/SUGGESTION PAGE 

or email them at  feedback@syfy.com

contact the CW to tell them to pick up the show:

USE THEIR FEEDBACK/SUGGESTION PAGE

contact Amazon Prime Video to tell them to pick up the show:

USE THEIR FEEDBACK/SUGGESTION PAGE

Sometimes things just happen perfectly.