Rachael Perrell Fosket Ships Casskins And Jazekiel Pass It On.

I miss The Librarians :/

kishimoto: Sasuke is a prodigy ninja

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

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

Finally it is complete! Crystal woods!~

The Best Kind of Medicine

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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

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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.

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.

Pretty sure it's Fleve

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

The New Guardian (Part 1; Librarian!Ezekiel)

Ezekiel remembered the day he became the librarian. He was maybe, fourteen or fifteen. He remembered the day he was assigned his first guardian. Eve was kind-hearted and practically his mum.

He also remembered the day she died. Stabbed by Dulaque as they tried to mend the Loom of time. He remembered mourning for days.

Ezekiel sat at a desk in the Library, when a man with a plaid shirt came strolling in with a white envelope and Charlene in tow. She seemed flustered with this man. Ezekiel stood, grumbling. 

Already he had a new guardian? Wasn’t he allowed some time to mourn his old one?

“It seems you have a new guardian,” Charlene said, sounding unnamused.

“We just lost Eve,” Ezekiel shouted, yelling up to the ceiling. “You couldn’t wait?”

“What’s he doing?”  the man asked, turning to Charlene.

“Talking to the Library,” she answered.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I’m upset I’m stuck with you until one of us dies. Most likely me, but I went ten years with my former Guardian. It’ll probably be you before me.” Ezekiel says. “What kind of training have you had?”

“Training?” the guy asked, southern accent coming through in his speech.

“Like fighting training. Have you had any?” Ezekiel was becoming annoyed. Not to mention he wasn’t a fan of the accent, either.

“Uh... i mean, I get into bar brawls a lot. But I always come up on top.”

Ezekiel rolled his eyes. “Right, well, I’ve got work to do.”

“I’m Jacob, by the way,” the man said, ignoring Ezekiel’s last statement.

Ezekiel stared at him for a moment before grabbing his books and scampering off to his office.

Jacob sighed and looked at Charlene. “Get use to the layout of the place. He’ll come find you for a mission. or if he wants to talk.”

Jacob nodded and looked around as he wandered off to get use to the place that would be his new home. He was glad to be out of Oklahoma. away from his dad.

Ezekiel found Jacob studying in the Annex. Jenkins seemed to enjoy the company, though it was silent. The southerner seemed to be enjoying the book.

“What are you reading?” Ezekiel asked, sitting down across from Jacob. What was the harm in getting to know his new Guardian.

“Stephen Hawking’s last work,” Jacob said, looking up at the Librarian. “‘Soft Hair on Black Holes.” 

Ezekiel stared at him, eyebrows raised. “Uh...”

“You haven’t read it?” Jacob asked, sounding astounded.

“Well, I haven’t had the time to. I’m always off finding some artifact, or trying to save the world. I really don’t have time for reading,” Ezekiel shrugged.

“Well, when you do get the chance to read it, it’s a great read and I think you’d enjoy it.”

“I’m probably too dumb to understand it,” Ezekiel said, shrugging a bit.

“You’re the librarian,” Jacob said, smiling and looking up at him in the eyes. “Give yourself some credit.”

Ezekiel’s cheeks heat up slightly. “Well, I’m not a strong reader. Dyslexia.”

“Well, I can help you.”

The clippings book freaked out besides them.

“Duty calls,” Ezekiel said, standing. “Maybe later.”

~TBC~