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Little Things (Jazekiel)

There are little things everyone does. These are the things you pick up on your significant other.

Jacob notices a lot about Ezekiel. His small habits. His big ones. His kinda small ones. Jacob loves these things about Ezekiel. He finds them cute.

His favorite is all the places Ezekiel has to hide throughout the Library. Slowly, Jacob had been introduced to each of them. Jacob felt honored. Ezekiel was slowly opening up to him and being in a relationship.

Jacob knew there was one place that Ezekiel wasn’t showing him, and he respected that. His boyfriend was private. When he wanted to show him, he’d be there to support him.

Another thing that Jacob loved about Ezekiel was the way he carried himself. He carried himself with so much confidence and respect. He really admired that.

Jacob himself could never carry himself like that; he’s never been able to. He’s carried himself highly, but not with confidence or respect.

Ezekiel loved many things about Jacob. Ezekiel loved everything about Jacob, actually.

He loved his singing. He loved his hair. His weird American accent. There was nothing that he hated about Jacob.

Well, maybe there was one little thing he hated. He hated the way he could spew out poetry and talk about it like it was his job. Yeah, sure it was his job. His job was to be smart, but Ezekiel hated that he would do it in the middle of thier dates.

But secretly he liked it.

Little things make the world go round. Just a little at a time. Because they’re little.

The Librarians Periscope Live

Since I can’t watch UPtv because I live outside the US (not salty about that, not at all), I’ve watched the Live on Periscope that was supposed to be on Facebook, but Facebook was dead, so here’s what happened:

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Jake: Just so you know, if you go to prison, I won't wait for you.

Ezekiel: You won't have to. I'll escape. We both know this.

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.

I wish Operation: POOL showed negative Chad, 362, and 60. ARE THEY TOTAL LOSERS OR WHAT? I WANNA KNOW. If Rachel (or Lehcar lol) wasn’t even Supreme Leader of the DNK, what was she even doing?

I can’t find headcanons

based on that one victorious scene

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.)

Christian Kane

day late but i don’t care

Donald Trump gets attacked by an eagle.

This eagle truly represents America. What a majestic symbol.