#Contrarian librarian

[theghostofdash]

Child psycho mantis and his flaming unicorn from metal gear 5. We just want the bean to be happy

Probably the first bit of fan art I ever really made for anything, initially I wanted to do a cute little doodle of this concept. But it very quickly got out of hand and turned into this, though i cant say im unhappy with how it turned out all things considered

Made with koi watercolor

april 15 2018

[powderblueblood]

everything looks better on me (especially you)

eddie's missing something and lacy gets a new accessory. (825) cw: fluff the house down, thank GOD these two get to be CUTE for once in their stinking lives. happy valentines day palentines part of the hellfire & ice universe

that looks familiar.

the note bounces over your shoulder, landing in a crumpled little ball for you to unravel on your desk. first period. monday. history with kaminsky, enforcing tyrannical rule by reading about the ottoman empire at an excruciating pace. the morning is passing at it's usual torturous tick, only helped by the warm reassurance of eddie, sat in place behind you.

you make sure to shake your stupid hair all over his desk as you pass back your reply.

oh, this old thing? you like it?

eddie holds his breath as he watches you slide the slip of paper by your ear for him to snatch, fixated on the flow of your neck to your shoulder. said flow, which he so frequently admires, is now obscured. a wrap of fabric around your neck that he knows well. real well. super well. part of the uniform well.

you'd thought it'd be a cute look--a coquettish little necktie element to set off your otherwise rote skirt-and-satin blouse set. a nod to sexy librarians, contrarians, know-it-alls with edge-- oh, okay, fine. who are you fucking kidding. you wore it around your neck because you knew it'd make eddie's dick twitch from a thousand yard reach.

you knew it'd make him go all doe eyed and grin stupid and maybe even make him do that thing where he hides behind his hair. you love that. it makes your heart flip like a speed freak olympian. makes you want to shove him to the ground and make out with him until he suffocates.

you knew it'd be a statement, too. i'm intentional about every single thing i've ever put on my body. i want you. i want this.

you reach up and wind the end of eddie's bandana around your little finger.

you think you hear his breath hitch. (you totally do.)

you look really pretty.

eddie catches you off guard, y'know. with his earnestness. with how hard he means things.

really pretty.

he'd left his bandana on your bedroom floor the night he stole away out your window. remember? "i'm coming back for you, lacy doevski?" all that? well, you'd found it after getting third-degree cross examined by your father and lay awake with it held close to your face. it'd gotten caught on a pin or something and tore, so you darned it back together with your limited sewing skills. you didn't want to give it back right away--it's such a part of the eddie munson ensemble that it made you feel like you had a real piece of him with you, 'til you could see him again. which was only 48 goddamned hours, but let's slice off a little slack here.

and so came this morning. and you wound it under your collar, tying a windsor knot.

you feel him lean in a little closer to tuck the note next to your shoulder.

really REALLY PRETTY.

pretty enough to meet me in the bathroom? you write, tossing it back to him with a stretch. you don't wait for an answer as the bell trills.

moments later, eddie has you pinned against the wall of that bombed out boy's bathroom (say thank you lack of school funding!), pressing his lush, pink lips to the line of your jaw.

he makes your whole body feel as tingly as tv static.

eddie's forehead finds yours and you don't have anything in you but to sigh and smile, just a breath away from his mouth.

"hello," you say, watching the sparkle in his dark eyes.

"hi," eddie mumbles, grinning away. he brushes a knuckle down the side of your face. "pretty. pretty. you're so pretty, lace."

god, even the way he says it knocks you clean out. pritty. like there's some tennessee twang still left in the highest reaches of his voice.

your lashes flutter. you're lightheaded and girlish and you can't for the life of you stop smiling.

eddie's smile breaks into a little laugh, breath brushing against your nose.

"what's so funny?"

"you like something i wear," he croons, fingers brushing the knot of the bandana, settled beneath your collarbone. "you like me."

"so what if i do?"

"you like me. i melted you."

"i wouldn't call this melting," you chuckle softly, but your eyelids drop and chin tilts back as eddie brings his mouth to your neck. "this is defrosting at best."

"you tryin' to say you want it... wetter?"

"shut up, eddie."

"i could get you so soaked with this wit alone..."

a delicate snort. "ladies and gentlemen, the friars club presents..."

"mm, you lost me."

"i'll tell ya later."

his hands travel all over your body, groping you with a sweetness driven by desire. eddie is all want when it comes to you; wants to touch you, talk to you, listen to you, lay with you. bug the shit out of you.

and you want him too, is the thing. it's reciprocal. you're wearing it right around your neck.

you could both die happy before fourth period.

[aidsyouinthinking]

Inktober Guidebook Poem: My personal collection and Parental Librarian

Library of books,

Which are all a flutter,

The bait to their hooks;

The slightest mutter.

Oftentimes they lie,

Yet still a clutter,

Brought to motion by

The shard you utter,

And off goes All of those New found woes,

As it flows what arose to expose?

Predisposed to presuppose; emo impose?

Fleeting feelings, it swells it swarms, than fade and flees;

afraid a'frayed, it stayed it swayed: a'thousand flaming fleas.

So thrilling I jump out of chair,

And but a moment it's no longer there,

For off the stage- out of sight,

Librarian wrangles all in flight,

Ensuring they follow in Accordance:

By the waist pulled away; in A-cord-dance

"what we are carryin'

inside this carrion,

It is Tartarian"

Says the librarian

"need the unvaryin';

erase contrarian:

frayed threads,

thin within, "

"A, Disciplinarian?

no; A Humanitarian.

I'm Totalitarian?!

No; Utilitarian."

"Emotions play charades,

They only punch our gut,

Crumbling; it cascades,

A dam, you can not shut." "So play along to my shared song:

As what's wrong?- What doesn't belong!" "Patronising parental peeping Person-(s?)-sure,

But Boundaries unbacked bring being to blur,

Ever under-minded; every err you'll endure:" "Sadly- such some-one- seen suggests just singular... -hold a sec as I do rec somethings seems to stir" PARTY REBLEION!!! YEAHHHHH VIVE LA PARTY!!!! LET THEM EAT CAKE! AND~ LET THEM EAT CAKE ;) "Now I see this anarchy is cuz of me; my chastity." NUANCE NECROSIS! LET LOVE LOOSE! YEAHHHH!! VIVE! VIVE LA! VIVE LA VIE! VIVE LA PARTY!!!!!! "Though crude they are persuasive and persistently invasive, As their rhythms flow I find I follow deep down below"

"It seems a rules' regression is in order... Extravagant expression borders disorder? But a little digression is better than obsession over repression!.. So I -once warder- do now award ya to be personhood hoarder!"

[ilikekidsshows]

Lumity

Rate Your OTP Game

Crème de la crème | Excellent Taste | A Worthy Sailing Vessal | A fine ship it is | The Finest Crack in the Den | Unorthodox yet not Unwelcome | It is a good | Overrated | It is acceptable | Forgive me but I am not familiar with the source material | I would not consider myself a fan | Just because you are contrarian doesnt make it good | What dump did you find this? | In the lowest pits of the Abyss is where your taste was forged.

Lumity just really works. Like, I know the relationship doesn't give us much to work with: they already trust each other, they learn to communicate pretty easily, the only one against them getting together is a bit part. However, the relationship just really works as the culmination of Amity's character development. Amity as we first met her could have never had such a comfortable relationship with Luz and she would have brought the entire thing crashing down in her insecurity as soon as something went wrong. Amity has already grown a crapton and it had nothing to do with her wanting to date Luz, her growing to want to date Luz was the development.

I also like how the writers were able to combine the romance plot developing with the main myth arc. Making Amity a librarian and having the myth arc involve a lost book was a brilliant move. The romance plot and the main plot are intertwined, so the audience doesn't have to feel like one is taking time away from the other, so, regardless of your preference, you win.

I think the Lumity development was well done from the perspective of someone who has a hard time getting invested in romance for its own sake. The relationship writing dedicates time and effort into establishing why these two would like each other romantically, and the relationship comes with a serving of plot.

[laurelindebear]

Kiss prompt 23 for Ardeth/Marianne, please!

Sorry this took so long, Nonny!

Another morning. Marianne rose early, before the children, for once. Shahira took after her father in waking consistently at dawn. When she bored of following him on his duties, she would often rouse her brother to play and do their chores together. Today they still slept, tousled curly heads tucked together like tiny conspirators. Marianne's heart always swelled to see them, but today it felt as heavy as her feet as she struggled upright and prepared breakfast.

Weeks had passed since the Medjai had discovered cultists exhuming Imhotep's body. Ardeth had followed them to England to prevent them from retrieving the Bracelet of Anubis that would lead them to the hidden domain of the Scorpion King. He had apologised profusely when they parted, but time was of an essence and he could not afford to wait.

Horus had sent directions to the massing Medjai armies in the intervening days, but communication to the settlements had been few. No unearthly army had overwhelmed them, so all could not have been lost; but why had she not had word? 'Soon', she would tell the children when they would ask yet again when their father would return, but day by day her anxiety grew.

The hours passed in the same routine as every day since he'd left. Prospective apocalypse or no, the animals still needed feeding, clothes needed washing and mending, meals needed cooking, little scraped knees needed kissing and little curious minds needed teaching. The world might end, but in the meantime it had to keep spinning as usual.

As the heat of the afternoon began to cool, Marianne sat in the shade, rereading the precious handwritten volume of her husband's poems. Nominally, at least; between her nerves and her swollen legs, she found it difficult to focus on the words.

"Mama, I drew a map of the camp for Baba to use when he gets back. Do you like it?"

Marianne snapped out of her moody reverie. "It is excellent as always. Such a clever girl you are, my darling."

"Are you all right, Mama? You're spinning your ring again."

Marianne stopped, now guiltily aware that her daughter had noticed her nervous habit. She really did take after her father; nothing escaped his keen eyes and instincts.

"Yes ma petite, I am fine. I am just missing your Baba."

"Do you think he will come back today?"

"Maybe," Marianne said, with a smile she hoped was convincing.

A shout went up from outside. A dust cloud on the horizon had revealed riders inbound. The camp sprang into action to prepare to counter intruders or welcome guests, and Marianne's heart lodged in her throat, half hope and half fear. The approaching convoy hailed; their warriors had returned. Marianne grasped the children's hands and tried to radiate more calm and composure than she had left. Riders dismounted and families swarmed forth to embrace loved ones and secure horses. Every second seemed to stretch into hours.

The children all but vibrated with excitement now. 'Where is Baba? I don't see him.'

'There,' Marianne answered at last, fighting to keep the sob out of her voice. The children needed no prompting to let go of her hands and sprint to the man whose eyes stopped searching as soon as they found hers. Marianne herself moved forward as though drawn by an invisible cord.

'BABA!' Shahira shouted, and Ardeth stooped down to gather her into his arms with a wide smile. Ramy followed just behind, piling into the hug with all his might.

'Baba, look, I lost a tooth here while you were gone, and I showed Ramy how to do the thing you showed me with the sword and - '

'It's not a sword, it's a stick,' Ramy corrected her. Ramy's meticulous nature combined with the contrarian tendencies of a three-year-old to make him as pedantic as an amateur research librarian.

'It's my practice sword! Anyway, Mama's letting me hold her knife sometimes now.' Shahira and Ramy regaled Ardeth with a meandering account of everything they had done since he saw them last. A shadow crossed over them, and Ardeth looked up into the dearest eyes in all the world, tears hovering on dark lashes.

'Maryam...light of my eyes, breath of my lungs, blood of my heart,' he said as he rose to his feet, 'how is it that you have grown even more beautiful than I remembered?'

Marianne reached up to hold his face in her hands as though committing it to memory, although there was no angle, no line, no hair of it she did not know by heart. 'Just grown, I think,' she laughed, but she couldn't hold back the tears any longer, dropping onto her swollen belly.

Ardeth pressed a warm hand onto the telltale bump and felt a soft kick in response. 'And you, little one: have you waited for me? I thought you might have come by now. Do not wait much longer: your mother and I are so very eager to meet you.'

'You're all right? The world is safe?'

'I am well now that I am home,' he reassured her as Ramy and Shahira clung to his legs. 'The world is safe. The world is right here.

'I missed you,' Marianne choked with relief.

He kissed her, soft and deep, until her tears dried, and showed her just how much he'd missed her, too.

[roseofblogging]

Think about how many of us saw lists of banned books and were even more excited to go read those books. When I was growing up, librarians would make entire sections for books that groups were trying to ban for witchcraft, and now I see librarians doing this for children's books that have LGBTQ characters. We are contrarians, and for many of us, when we hear that someone doesn't want us to consume something, it makes us want to go find it even more.

“Authors should not be ALLOWED to write about–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“This book should be taken off of shelves for featuring–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“Schools shouldn’t teach this book in class because–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“Nobody actually likes or wants to read classics because they’re–” you are an anti-intellectual and an idiot

“I only read YA fantasy books because every classic novel or work of literary fiction is problematic and features–” you are an anti-intellectual and you are robbing yourself of the full richness of the human experience.

[lori133]

GOT I - Prologue and first few chapters

M first impression right off the bat is that the chapters are so short, barely anything happens in there and thus it is super easy to go through five or six without noticing. I was planning to do one chapter per day but not only would that take me more than a month and my librarian will protest, but also it is quite poor as far as content consumption goes.

I've read around one tenth of the book, ie seventy pages, and hopefully, I'll be able to keep this rhythm till the end.

Prologue

Man that prologue still slaps so much. I remember reading it and being hooked and not puting the book down until it was almost morning (the day after was not much fun).

This is a clear proof on how good Martin is at weaving a compelling narrative. Straight to the point, drama ahoy and then bang action and death. By surverting the standard narrative of a handsome noble dying when you'd expect him to succeed, makes you want to know more about the world and about the others.

I remembered Waymar as a contrarian character and as someone clearly in the wrong. But all of his comments are correct, there is something going on and as someone from the Vale, he has no reason to fear there is something magical going on, as iirc the Others are but a myth at that point in history. To a perceptive young lord northern superstitions must ring as true as the runes inscribed on his house's armors. Still he is young and hasn't developed the sense for the eerie his companion's have and thus they are doomed.

Bran I

Great start for the book, I am that B99 Rosa meme only instead of the puppy it is the puppies and the Stark children. I love Bran already, he is so tiny and earnest and cute and only seven. I remember reading this and thinking: yasss a magical pet, nothing bad will happen ever.

Knowing what lies ahead, it makes me so sad to see Robb and Jon's interactions. They have such an easy camaraderie, and are so warm in their interactions and area also so obvious in leaving Theon out of their own small intimacy bubble of brotherhood. For some reason I was not into Asoiaf fanfiction at the time I read this for the first time (i was in my star wars/terra e era I believe) but now I want to read a fanfic where they remain together and nothing hurts.

Last thing as a question for english readers. What tree is mentioned on these 2 chapters? In spanish it is a tamarind tree which grows only on warm weather? As a tamarind lover who suffers its lack on a non tropical country, this really took me out of the immersive read.

Catelyn I

Another tamarind tree, wtf! Also, when fifteen year old me read that Ned had built a septon for Catelyn I thought it was a romantic gesture; some two decades later my first thought was: Surely Catelyn cannot be the first follower of the Seven that marries into Winterfell, right? A look at the Stark family tree later, and indeed the only time the Starks married southern houses it was to descendants of the first men like the Blakwoods of the Royce. Why would Rickard break centuries of tradition?

Goes to read the wiki page and aha! The first hint of a Maester conspiring arises, as according to Barbrey Dusting, the Stark's maester (a Hightower bastard, le gasp!) was the brain behind the two Stark cross religion engagements.

Besides name dropping a few characters and the news of Jon Arryn's death and the royal visit, not much happens. It is insteresting, however, that despite Catelyn being the one following the least magical religion in Westeros, it is her who fears and respects the portents and religious places. Also loving that Ned is such a good dad and always asks about the kids, he just loves them so much.

Daenerys I

For some reason I thought that Harry LLoyd being such a good looking Viserys was going to make Dany's chapters less painful, but I was lying to myself. She's thirteen and being molested by her brother and sold to a man more than twice her age like a hot comodity and it is terrible to read as it was the first time.

Apropos to nothing, whenever I read about her house in Braavos with the red doos, I think of the song "paint it black", it is such a Dany song.

Eddard I

Ah, the begining of the L+R theory, right here on the first Ned chapter. Robert goes to appoint a new hand and for a bethodal; he is al least courteous enough to do it in person, but like, Sansa is only 11 you monsters :'(

Jon I

I had forgotten how Jon's chapters were half self pity half plot. I had also not noticed the first time, but there is a lot of Targaryen Tyrion teasing going on here. His hair is almost white, his gather considers him a bastard despite Jon pointing out he is suposedly true born and that kinglike shadow hmmmm.

[writer59january13]

Literate lettered latitudinarian looms larger than life

I feel honored, and flattered to acquaint myself (a married youthful looking sexagenarian solitudinarian from southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania), yet feel awkward at jump/kick starting a rapport. Literate lettered latitudinarian looms larger than life Presents the following slapdash higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader experiences being mentally hogtied perusing pseudo poetic perambulation devoid of sense and sensibility welcoming character assassination concerning pride and prejudice of yours truly (me), who merely strung together words sharing "arian" as their last five letters for no particular rhyme nor reason quite aware that forced gobbledygook underwrites storied reputation of unnamed aspiring author cramming nonsense linkedin jibber-jabber hodgepodge fashion deplorable basketed mumbo jumbo giving pop slop a run for its' money. Yours truly (me) considers himself (courtesy obsessive compulsive fixation with alphabetization even when dreaming counting sheep jumping over figurative fence by first name) drawn toward being abecedarian, albeit hankers being agrarian, yet I consider myself suburban simian (a garden variety Homo sapiens) no more significant than alcyonarian expressing his antiauthoritarian, intolerance toward antiegalitarian, antihumanitarian, antilibertarian, agog over antiquarian tomes replete with antitotalitarian manifesto buzzfeeding ma (zee papa's) sixty plus shades of gray, cuz hive got news for you courtesy me, a generic erudite apiarian, non-aquarian, once mighty araucarian, (when during Jurassic and Cretaceous periods our family achieved maximum diversity distributed across almost entire webbed wide world), nevertheless one humble wordsmith decries authoritarian, barbarian, Cesarean segmentation of rooted centenarian elders strongly resembling cnidarians, who foster communitarian, contrarian culinarian, disciplinarian, disestablishmentarianism decrees expatiating dogmatic, emphatic, idealistic duly strict ethos incorporating freedom of the press documentarian, egalitarian establishmentarian, filarian favoring fruitarian disavowing jump/kickstaring futilitarian endeavors administering grammarian, hereditarian, questioning humanitarian versus inegalitarian paradigms celebrating progressive legislation courtesy coterie as Democratic jubilarian attributing insights to sustenance comprising Diet of Worms and laminarian, which boosts rock ribbed lapidarian, libertarian, librarian lunarian, who dons gay apparel and trumpets majoritarian fly in the ointment milarian espousing millenarian credo, whereby absent free will necessitarian forces at large effect staid senior citizens, especially nonagenarian, advocating nonauthoritarian, bookish nonlibrarian nonsectarian, nontotalitarian, nonutilitarian, beefy nonutilitarian, nonvegetarian, and octogenarian brethren, begat in part courtesy ovarian haploid gamete, which offspring could trend toward ovolactovegetarian maybe collecting parian ware adornments pricey merchandise afforded courtesy parliamentarian income sessions conducted (without resistance), whereby officials closely resemble blood sucking planarian ceaselessly patting each other (and themselves) on the back congratulating exulting, gushing ala Old Faithful platitudinarian attributing their foibles to postlapsarian forebears awaiting salvation postmillenarian bags already packed eagerly awaiting deliverance into seventh heaven as promised by divine predestinarian time analogous to virtuous age of innocence re: prelapsarian or lost souls peopling congress and house of representatives purportedly official do bidding for proletarian class of population once upon bajillion years in the past initial life forms similar to radiolarian propelled themselves thru primordial sea after lapse of eons diverse riparian organisms with nary a hint of vocations such as rosarian, sanitarian, sectarian seminarian dedicated worker still going strong as septuagenarian, or sexagenarian.

and vulgarian zoantharian.

[whoopsies-daisies]

contrarian? Oh, you misheard. I'm a CUNTrarian. That's right, a cunty librarian. I'm a bitch to everyone but the books

[hotcupoteckla]

Some songs that have been floating in my head for the past couple days:

I'm gonna be a librarian!

I'm gonna be a librarian!

Don't have to live life as contrarian!

I'm gonna be a librarian!

(America, West Side Story)

=========

And I'm proud to be a librarian

Because at least I know I'll read

And I won't forget the people who write

Who wrote those books for me

And I'll proudly stand up next to you

Put those books back on the shelves

Cause there ain't no doubt: I love my job!

I'm The Library Self!

(God Bless the USA, Lee Greenwood)

[theghostofdash]

Tulpar study I made ages ago. Ball point pen in a little molesskine sketchbook. Inspired by the Mongolian myth about a winged horse called the Tulpar

april 15 2018

[qudachuk]

(Self-released)On her long-awaited album, the Chicago artist isn’t scared to spread around the culpability for discord, from white society to Beyoncé, Barack Obama – and herself‘She’s a shadow walker, moon stalker, Black author, librarian, contrarian.” Noname’s...

[abecedarienne]

The supposed importance of libraries

I'll be studying library science soon, but for reasons that are not moral or sanctimonious. What those reasons are I can't fully articulate, so I'll approach this observationally instead. Observations are only interesting when they're made by poets or contrarians (who are really one in the same--suspending their values momentarily in order to elucidate those of others). As someone who hasn't even started her library science courses yet, the most salient point I already know I can make about the field is this: there are no attractive men in it. Whether they're turned off by the seemingly pointless professional accreditation, the institutional obsession with DEIB initiatives, the unattractive people who end up in the profession, or simply the sheer number of middle aged women, I don't know. But it's an observation I can make from a mile away, and one to which I'll refrain from adding any moral judgment...for now.

From the outside looking in, I predict that everyone will be ideologues and that they'll all want to march in lockstep with whatever the mass-media flavor-of-the-month is. Libraries are a dying institution, and the only way to keep them alive--or at least undead--is to revive them with the spirit of the culture. Appeal to the masses and thus libraries will live on, they may say. This is how things end up centered on sex, money, and drama, I would say. But this cannot be admitted, so we must coat the sex and the money and the drama in an overtly moralizing glaze: "libraries are important not because we librarians need jobs, but because knowledge matters! Information matters!" The books I just bought for a YA literature course emphasize the importance of connecting young people with as much media as possible--literature, movies, magazines, music, video games, social media, or other websites. (McLuhan would have a field day with this.) This over-emphasis on consumption of information is frightening. It wants to create a media dependency, an addiction so bad that it keeps the morally righteous employed behind a circulation desk (BA: Interdisciplinary Studies, MLIS). Consume, consume, consume... with neither respect for creation, nor a nuanced understanding of what it even means to be literate.

But whatever. I need money for food and a roof over my head. With my own beliefs somewhat solidified, I will soon turn to this profession and let it have its way with me. Writing about it will be the gag stuffed in my mouth.

[beginagain]

friends is such a boring show if we’re being honest

[build-a-hood]

sim submissions: open

we’re opening submissions for sims for the main hood! shoot a message here or on discord to claim one :)

a few guidelines:

no cc. you may of course use your own defaults and include a cc version of your sim if you so desire, but it must be packaged with maxis clothing and hair. keep in mind that if you use hair and makeup defaults your sim might look completely different in other peoples’ games though!

sliders are completely OK (and even encouraged); no one wants to play in a neighborhood full of maxis face 2s at this point. ;)

if you’re creating a premade family, make sure that kids are genetically correct (i.e. they are actually spawns of their parents).

feel free to write a backstory for your sims, even the townies! we’ll come up with something if you don’t, but if you wanna give us prompts and instructions they are more than welcome. what is your sims job, its OTH, its turn ons and turn offs, personality points, is it a supernatural of any kind etc. :D

we’ll be adding NPCs at the end when we know the needs of every subhood.

let’s start off with 1 premade household and 3 townies per simmer, yes?

playables: for these you must follow a prompt so the family fits within the neighborhood’s story; go here to read more about them. some of these playables’ homes have already been built, so i’d check out the lots for inspiration as well.

1) the contrarian household. claimed by @saartje77

2) the karen household. claimed by @mikexx2

3) the struggling mom household. claimed by @beatricecrumplebottom

4) the mayor household. claimed by @mystic-hysteria

5) the supernatural household. claimed by @littlelittlesimmies

6) the librarian household. claimed by @grimbunnies

townies: these are entirely up to you! you have complete freedom over their looks and their stories :) let us know how many from each gender and age group you wanna make.

- 3 female elders.

( 1 - @grimbunnies)

- 3 male elders.

( 1 - @grimbunnies)

- 1 female adult.

(2 - @charmandersims)

(1 - @natashaunas)

(1 - @mikexx2)

(1 - @potentialfate-sims)

(1 - @zelda -- sorry, i don’t know your simblr!!)

- 1 male adult.

(1 - @saartje77)

(2 - @charmandersims)

(1 - @mikexx2)

(1 - @potentialfate-sims)

(2 - @alienpod)

- 2 female teens.

( 1 - @grimbunnies)

(1 - @charmandersims)

(1 - @trotylka)

(1 - @saartje77)

(1 - @toothmom)

(1 - @blackswan-sims)

- 1 male teen.

(1 - @saartje77)

(1 - @charmandersims)

(1 - @trotylka)

(1 - @saartje77)

(1 - @toothmom)

(2 - @blackswan-sims)

- 5 male children.

(1 - @mikexx2)

(1 - @saartje77)

(1 - @toothmom)

- 5 female children.

(1 - @saartje77)

(1 - @saartje77)

(1 - @toothmom)

- 2 female toddlers.

- 2 male toddlers.

strays:

- 8 cats.

- 8 dogs.

(? - @withlovefromsimtown)

[cosmichorrorboi]

The Librarian

I thrive on that inky silence so divine

Thick and viscous medicine of mine

Drawn out, a perfectly straight line

I won’t blame you for knowing the librarian

He does a good job hiding the contrarian

After all people burn the witches on sticks

You can’t blame the sane for hiding lunatics

I think everyone’s a little bit mad

And imagine all the fun we could have had

All that pink and electric blue crazy about

To scream to scream to scream to shout