#come to the library with me

[thechaoticreader]

☀️Come to the Library With Me☀️

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[sentient-forest-boy]

As a young librarian, I started trying to figure out why more young people aren't ever coming in; 90% of our demographic are the elderly and parents of children, and the rest are a rough mix of the kids and teenagers who come in just for school projects. As a result, I've been attempting different ways to get the Youth TM to come into libraries, but first I wanted to see why they don't come in. Please reblog to get this poll out to more people! <3

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[cptnwynnie]

Pop quiz! What do you do when you come home and find a kid in your office who is actually an alternate version of your best friend from another universe who has somehow ended up here via vague hand-wavey undefined circumstances?

[lukazade]

These kids are NOT studying rn

[xiaq]

Library progress!

[hongluboobs]

Twitter really liked this one so u guys get it too (with additional context from Twitter in the frame

[starcurtain]

I have this small, deeply personal headcanon that after his grandmother's passing, Alhaitham's home was so unbearably quiet that he started--just barely, just one or two words--to speak out loud to her as if she was still there.

"I've been accepted to the Akademiya, Grandmother."

"I passed my promotion exams."

"I debated with Haravatat's sage."

Just that, and quiet again.

But one day, it's: "I met someone strange."

"He keeps showing up when I'm trying to study."

"We don't agree on anything. Still..."

"I made a friend."

"Today, Kaveh and I were researching--"

"It's already dark. I didn't realize we spent so long in Razan Garden. Kaveh wanted to hear about my article--"

"He's going to be furious when I tell him the whole point for his portion of the lecture is based on a false predicate--"

The house where his grandmother used to be gets a little louder again; the noise lasts a little longer.

Until one day, when there's no words at all.

One day, when there's just the sound of a single sob, and then a long, long silence.

[valcove]

Life tip:

Doing fiber arts in a library may attract the librarians to you. This will be a positive interaction.

[sleepinglionhearts]

@vinosscum introduced me to the first Mistborn book,

[thesillyexpresser]

These mfos are eating at my brain!!

[bottombaron]

you know, i can handle a little bit of fun "Nandor is dumb" talk, but i have a net-zero tolerance for any implication that Nandor is not educated.

Nandor would have been incredibly educated in his lifetime.

even (or especially) as a soldier in the Islamic World. being a soldier was more like getting sent to boarding school that's also a military camp. they weren't just concerned with creating loyal fodder for war. they were building the next government officials, generals, accountants, advisors, etc. it was important that young men knew how to read, write, speak multiple languages, learn philosophy...sometimes even studying art and music was mandatory.

if he was nobility (and its most likely he was), take all that shit and multiply it exponentially. Nandor would have been reading Plato at the same age most people are still potty training. he would have been specifically groomed in such a way to not be just a brilliant strategist and warrior, but also diplomate and ambassador of literally the center of scientific and cultural excellence of the age.

so like yeah, he can be a big dummy sometimes, sure. but that bitch is probably more educated than any of us will ever be.

[strwbrryfire]

profezia del destino ; a lestappen fic

The evening air warms Charles as much as Max's forehead against his own does. The years of passing touches and longing glances hang in the tiny space between them as Max whispers, "You're a winner, baby. It can be enough, for a little bit."

"I'm a winner, yes. But I'm not your baby," Charles hushes back, nearly coughing over his words; he closes his eyes. He cannot bear to witness the heartbreak in Max, but it doesn't help, not one bit.

a list will be updated here ! :

chapter i. chapter ii.

[sleepy-vix]

"the secret to writing the perfect romance is to make them unable to live without the other person"

"the secret to writing the perfect romance is to make one fall first and the other fall harder"

wrong. the secret to writing the perfect romance is to establish them as individual characters first, with their own personal aspirations and fears, before introducing them to eachother so the characters can fall for characters that were actually written to be characters instead of shallowly written to play a part in a romance story.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

shout-out to my public library for getting me an inter-library loan copy from the fucking LIBRARY OF CONGRESS?!?