I Wish Operation: POOL Showed Negative Chad, 362, And 60. ARE THEY TOTAL LOSERS OR WHAT? I WANNA KNOW.

Sometimes a family is a mom, a dad, a little brother, a red-headed mathemagician, a cowboy, and a knight of the round table

The mom

The dad

The little brother

The mathemagician

The cowboy

The knight of the round table

The New Guardian (Part 2)

Wow, I actually forgot I was writing this AU. So uh, here you go. Here’s the next part.

Jacob stared down at the clippings book, completely mystified. “So, this book tells you everything-”

“No, you wanker, it tells me about wrong goings in the world,” Ezekiel cut off Jacob. “Or, one wrong going powerful enough that it needs me, the librarian.”

“And me?” Jacob asked, following Ezekiel as he moved through the annex.

“And you. Guardians follow the Librarians and keep them out of trouble,” Ezekiel told him, grabbing a hoodie and putting it on over his button up shirt and throwing the previously worn lab coat aside.

Jacob nodded. Right, keep him out of trouble. How much trouble can a twenty-five year old get into?

It turns out that he can get into a lot of trouble. Ezekiel is a sneaky bastard and likes to disappear at a moments notice.

“Jones, you better show yourself right now! This is not a game,” Jacob shouted, spinning a bit to look for the librarian in the trees. 

He spun around, hands flying up to guard his face hearing a twig snap behind him. His eyes narrowed. He was ready to fight. He was relieved seeing it was Ezekiel.

“Don’t do that, Jones,” Jacob growled. “Don’t do that to me. I’m pretty sure Charlene would’ve killed me if I had lost you or you had gotten killed, so please, Ezekiel, don’t do that again.”

Ezekiel looked upset for a moment, but shook it off. “I found where the artifact is, Stone.”

“Good. Let’s go. Don’t disappear on me this time, yeah?” Jacob suggested.

Ezekiel nodded and broke off in a spring in the direction he must’ve come in. Jacob hurried after him, grumbling to himself.

Jacob grumbled to himself as he sat on a stool in the annex, nose bloody, shoulder dislocated and ankle sprained; all because Ezekiel decided to disappear again

Ezekiel handed him some bandages and an ice pack. He looked upset and very apologetic. He pressed a tissue he’d been hiding somewhere into his nose. 

“I-”

“No,” Jacob growled. “It’s my turn to speak.”

Jacob paused for a moment to see if Ezekiel was listening. He was.

“I told you no more disappearing acts. If this is going to work, you’re going to need to listen to me too, ‘Zeke. Okay? You can’t just disappear on me like that.”

Ezekiel failed to make eye contact with Jacob, busying himself with putting the ice pack on Jacob’s ankle. It was swelling a bit, but he’d be able to walk on it no problem.

“Look at me man. It’s not you-”

Jacob was cut off by lips pressing against his own. His eyes were wide before they shut for a moment.

“I was scared,” Ezekiel said. “I was falling and I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to be there to catch me.”

Jacob smiled, a slight shade of pink on his cheeks. “I’ll always be here to catch you.”

Jacob kissed him again, this time a little passionately.

List of Interacial Couples : 10/?

Ezekiel Jones and Jake Stone (statut : non-canon)

 “I can’t do this on my own. You got me.”

imagine being a centuries old ancient creature of destruction and this little gremlin rolls up to rock your shit

like I seriously don’t even think I’d call me back after being destroyed by this five foot child

Bad Jokes 2/?

Ezekiel: What do you call a snake who studies past events?

Jacob: Don’t you say it. Do not.

Ezekiel: A hiss-torian.

Jacob: Oh my fucking God.

kishimoto: Sasuke is a prodigy ninja

me, who spent the last 300+ chapters reading about Sasuke getting his ass beat concave:

Ezekiel: Jesus, it’s cold.

Jacob: Here, take my hoodie, I’m not even that cold.

Ezekiel: Thanks, mate, I’ll give it back tomorrow.

*Later, at home*

Ezekiel, curled up in the hoodie and inhaling Jacob’s scent: Yeah, I’m not giving this back.

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.)

Cassandra: I like your top, Ezekiel.

Jacob: I have a name.

Cassandra: [spits out drink]