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girl-drink-drunk · 3 months
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shoutout to rebecca romijn for changing the entire trajectory of my life when she just casually lifted john larroquette's entire six-foot-four self on her back
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mortispoxi · 24 days
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Pratchett trying to shoehorn in a romantic partner for Drumknott at the end of Unseen Academicals is honest very funny in retrospect because the lad shows up two more times before the series concludes and is still romantically unattached which implies that despite Vetinari and Margolotta’s best efforts to play matchmaker something must’ve gone so wildly wrong that it made the two of them not want to engage with each other any further.
So because of this oversight, my headcanon is that when Drumknott and Miss Healstether had their little rendezvous they argued over who had the better filing method which ended in Vetinari and Margolotta having to physically separate and restrain them to keep them from killing each other. It’s the first and only time Vetinari ever had to reprimand Drumknott in his entire career all because he bit Margolotta’s librarian during the altercation. However, deep down he was more than a bit amused watching two mild mannered individuals throw hands over a ring binder so it was more of a halfhearted, “don’t do it again,” kind of scolding.
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this post is in appreciation and support of lucienne of the dreaming and death of the endless and rose walker and calliope and johanna constantine and every other female character who gets constantly overshadowed by hob gadling. i am putting them on a big silver tray and parading around holding them up above my head
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swimmingnewsie · 2 months
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i can't fucking believe that compass to the heart has the potential to become canon. Librarian Aelwyn for the win!
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arcanewonder · 6 months
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this is not a love story, but there is love in it.
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thesandwomen · 2 months
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when people write lucienne off as the Mom Friend and put exactly zero thought into her inner life. what is this 2005
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dramatic-dolphin · 2 months
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hate it when americans are like "go to your local library, it's free! :)" ok man thanks
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excaliburfeels · 1 year
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Aptly titled The Librarians: The Next Chapter, the sequel will center on “a ‘Librarian’ from the past, who time traveled to the present, and now finds himself stuck here,” according to the cryptic log line. “When he returns to his castle, which is now a museum, he inadvertently releases magic across the continent. He is given a new team to help him clean up the mess he made, forming a new team of Librarians.”  (x)
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lillywhitefield · 1 month
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I am once again begging some people to think about where they get their info on the internet
a random twitter* user is not a valid source of information
any idiot can say they know things, and if you believe them with no proof that's on you
*also reddit, discord, and now tumblr user too lmao
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“it’s not about who or how many people love you. it’s about who you love. i finally found the right ones worthy of mine.”
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eepersjeepers · 4 months
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Hm? Oh you’re wondering what I’m doing? Oh. Uh. Um. Well I’m DEFINITELY not creating a watchlist of every movie I can find that Christian Kane has been in, definitely would NEVER do that, and ESPECIALLY I would never plan to watch all of said movies, that would just be insane and I’m not insane. I’m completely normal and I am a casual enjoyer of things, I enjoy things casually and I am very sane. Trust me, hey, h-hey you gotta trust me man I’d never do any of that. You gotta believe m-
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if lucienne was played by a white male actor the shipping wars between fans of morphienne/morphien and fans of dreamling would be absolutely insane.
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studyeliza · 1 year
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brb gonna get my library to acquire the entire lockwood & co series because apparently we don’t have any of the books????? more proof of how our YA section has been lacking (which i’m currently trying to fix)
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thesandwomen · 11 months
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the Everything that is the wonderfulness of lucienne would be so much more widely appreciated in this fandom if she were anyone besides a black woman
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boyybites · 1 month
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Hhhhh I might...end up dropping $200 on a comm but I need to update at least 2 refs
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aromanticbuck · 1 year
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Hurt/Comfort prompts: number 13 (“you’re safe, I promise.”) for scream au.
I love this idea so much btw I already feel unhinged about it ❤️
13. "You're safe, I promise."
He wasn't shaking anymore. That was probably a good sign. But it was hard to focus on the good when there was still blood on his hands, barely dried under his nails, where he could feel it everywhere it coated his skin. It made him want to itch until it was all gone, until he was finally clean again, but that seemed impossible. There was too much of it, too many things he couldn't forget about, things that appeared whenever he closed his eyes long enough to blink.
Greg would have scars, he knew that, but that seemed like nothing in comparison to everything else he'd seen. There had been too many bodies. Jay had gotten stabbed in the side. Hailey had gotten a bullet in the leg. They were the survivors, the ones who made it out, but how long would that actually last?
The sound of the door opening across the room was enough to make him flinch, and he flexed his fingers as if the gun was still there. Then the trembling started again, the shaking of his fingers, and he tried to grab the edge of the table to make it stop. He'd been at the hospital for a grand total of twenty minutes, refusing to let anyone bandage him up or even help him get the blood off his hands. The last thing he'd wanted was to have so many people touching him, even if they were just trying to help. He'd had more than enough of that for one night.
But denying care and not having the same life threatening wounds as his friends meant he had been taken to a different building instead, and put in a police interrogation room. There hadn't been the chance to give a statement at the house, not in all of the chaos of it and the ambulances rolling up, and he had been reassured countless times that he wasn't being questioned and he wasn't a suspect in anything. It was just a safe, quiet room, and he'd appreciated it when that was all it was.
As soon as he wasn't alone, it wasn't exactly quiet anymore.
"I'll try to make this as quick as I can, kiddo." The voice was practically familiar, and he didn't have to lift his head to know that he would see the face of the officer who had first breached the bathroom door. She seemed nice, but that night had already taught him that the uniform didn't necessarily mean safety. "I'm sure you want to get back to the hospital to check on your friends, hmm? You've already been through enough tonight, and the last thing we want to do is keep dragging this out."
Greg kept his head down and didn't even try to say a word. He didn't want to. Words hadn't helped him all night, and they weren't going to help him there. Words wouldn't bring back any of his dead friends, and they wouldn't help Jay and Hailey. They wouldn't erase the entire night like he wished he could. So, he didn't even try to find them, staring at the surface of the table.
"Can you tell me about what happened tonight, Gregory?"
He blinked but kept his eyes down, staying silent while time dragged on. It felt like an hour, but it was probably only a few minutes, potentially even less.
"Hey..."
The gentle tone made him blink again, finally looking up. His expression was kept carefully neutral, almost blank, or as close as he could make it. But a careful mask couldn't hide everything, apparently. Something must have alerted her to the emotions rolling in his gut, the terror that hadn't quite subsided, the worry he still felt, the fear that something could still happen even if everyone was acting like it was over. One uniformed officer had already robbed him of his sense of safety that night, and he was more than hesitant to trust another one.
"You don't have to give a statement right now. You've had a hard enough night, and you should take the time you need to process all of this. Whenever you're comfortable, just come in or give us a call, alright? We can get other statements from your friends, and we caught the people who did this on the scene - red handed just isn't a phrase we usually use so literally. They can't do anything else to you, Greg."
Catching his tongue between his teeth, he made himself nod. It was the best response he could give, his voice still stuck somewhere below his throat. They weren't caught there. They didn't even exist.
"I know you've had a very frightening night, but it's over now. You're safe, I promise."
[ hurt/comfort prompts ]
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