Yoho

happy pride month i guess 😒

okay but. just imagine with me for a bit

Jacob swinging between moods of absolutely fucking hating the rain - because rain means cold, rain means mud, rain means work that gets harder or stopped all together depending on how bad it is/what equipment you have, rain means wiling the night away ‘cause going out becomes such a goddamn chore - and absolutely loving it - because rain can also mean an excuse to stay inside and research or write, rain can mean laughing and wrestling with friends when they finally make it into the bar and they’re a mess, rain can shut the world away for awhile and give an excuse for lazy nights and lazier mornings.

And Ezekiel swings pretty far too. Because rain can mean an easier get away. Rain can mean no one’s looking too closely at those passing by, too intent on getting out of the cold as it is. Rain can mean no one expects him anywhere anytime soon. But rain can also mean ruined clothes. Rain can mean being shoved out of the way and into the mud because people aren’t paying attention. Rain generally means cold. And wet. And uncomfortable.

So just imagining these two waking up - probably not even what most people would call morning yet, but who knows because the sun’s not coming out anytime soon anyway - seeing slate gray across the windows, hearing the wind and the distant echo of thunder, watching water trail down the window pane…and both just deciding ‘fuck it’ and curling back up together because like hell are they messing with that when its warm, and quiet, and they’re all alone in a little world all their own under the blankets and pillows.

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.)

Request: how about Jake getting Zeke a pet

This was not how Jacob thought he and Ezekiel would get a pet. He expected to go to a shelter and pick one out. He did not expect to be on a mission and a kitten would end up in their clutches.

“Maybe it’s lost,” Jacob said to Ezekiel who was cooing to the small ball of fluff while sitting on Jacob’s desk 

Jacob had had a plan. He wanted a puppy. And while they were picking out the puppy, we wanted to spring the question on Ezekiel. This was not part of his plan.

Ezekiel looked up at Jacob with the most heart-broken expression. “What if it’s not?”

“Well...” He hung his head again. He was trapped. “Let’s hang flyers. If no one calls, we can keep it. But I ain’t cleanin’ it’s litter box.”

Ezekiel grinned brightly at Jacob. “Oh, thank you, love,” he gasps, getting up and hugging Jacob.

“Its no problem, darling.”

It was a big problem. This kitten was the thing they’d been looking for the night they’d gone for the mission.

“Its a what?” Eve asked, looking at the kitten, well, cub, as Ezekiel played with it.

“A nemean lion cub,” Jacob said. “In Greek mythology, it’s fur was indestructible. Hercules used it’s pelt as shawl to protect himself from the monsters.”

“This kitten was causing the mischief?” Ezekiel asked, looking up at Jacob. He seemed really upset that he had to give up the kitten.

“No,” Jenkins said. “That was his mom looking for her cub.”

Jacob bit his lip. 

“And by taking him, there’s even more and that’s why the clippings book is mad a us?” Cassandra asked.

“Precisely, Miss Cillian,” Jenkins said. “Now, I suggest bringing back the cub now to save from any further damage.”

Ezekiel had disappeared, the nemean cub left on Eve’s desk.

“You guys go on without me and Jones,” Jacob told them, leaving the other three behind.

Jacob grinned as he pulled Ezekiel through the back door. It was a couple days after the team had returned the cub to it’s mother and put it in the magical creature room in the library.

“Where are we going, love?” Ezekiel questioned, hands intertwined together.

“You’ll see,” Jacob told him, grin coming through into his voice.

He wished he got Ezekiel’s expression on camera when he heard the yapping of dogs and puppies, but it’d always be in his mind.

“Lets pick one out,” he suggested to Ezekiel. “Give it the loving home it deserves.”

Jacob’s free hand pressed against the velvet box in his pocket.

Ezekiel let go of Jacob and looked into the different cages of all of the dogs and came across the biggest one. His eyes widened and his heart melted at the sight of the Saint Bernard named Parker.

“This one, eh?” one of the pound workers inquired. “He’s had his fair share of abuse and abandonment.”

“Jacob, we need this one,” Ezekiel said, looking at his partner. His eyes had the doeiness again in them and Jacob knew he wouldn’t be able to say no. How could he to an animal that needed help.

“Can we go into the kennel with him?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah. Take your time. Let him warm up to you before you decide to take him home.”

It didn’t take long for Parker to warm up to them. He was easy to trust, like Jacob, but also held back, like Ezekiel. Both men fell in love.

“Ezekiel, I... I want to ask you something,” Jacob said, suddenly nervous. “For the past two years we’ve been together, you continuously rock my world. You are the love of my life and I’m happy I never showed up for the librarian job and we met when we did.”

Jacob dropped to one knee.

“What are you doing you wanker?” Ezekiel asked, a blush coming to his cheeks. 

Parker’s head tilted to the side with a slight whine.

“Will you marry me, Ezekiel Jones?” Jacob asked, finishing his proposal.

Ezekiel launched himself at Jacob and wrapped his arms and legs around him. He kissed him passionately. “I will. I will marry you, Jacob Stone.”

They went home with a ring around one finger and with a giant, furry, drooling dog. Ezekiel was mad he hadn’t been able to ask first, though. The dog made up for it.

Rachael Perrell Fosket ships Casskins and Jazekiel pass it on.

Would also be really annoying if they wore heat resistant gloves to throw back the hot tear gas canisters and if this got shared to all those protesting…

Pretty sure it's Fleve

Did we get a canon ship name for Eve/Flynn?

Sorry i woke up and chose to be a simp

I need more Jazekiel content in my life. Would you mind doing a one shot with Ezekiel being badly injured after a job and Jacob basically nursing him back to health?

Hello, I would love to! Hope you enjoy!

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I need more blogs to follow centered around “The Librarians”

If you got a blog like that, please reblog this post bc I’m desperate for content. (I’m chill with all ships, so don’t be afraid to reblog bc of that.)