#mobile librarian

[huariqueje]

Bookmobile - Sally K. Smith , 2022 .

American , b. 1966 -

Oil on linen , 97 x 137 cm.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

ill make a whole piece on its own for the occasion but finally got 100% abno codex (finally got that one fuckass tool that has been evading me after 8 hrs of straight mem rep of the same 3 days). Library of Ruina time !!! ive been yelling about it to poor unfortunate souls who dont know abt pm at all . ill probably be busy playing it on my free time so not as much activity for a bit i think

[earako]

Actually hang on I like library uncle and actually have an idea now hang on

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Ballister was by no means a fighter. But life on the streets, living in the lower castes, it taught him how to scrap when needed. It wasn't elegant or show boaty but it kept him alive.

And now it looked like he needed to unleash his street urchin ubringing for the sake of the child who burst into his library crying for help.

He barked out an order for the patrons to get the kid behind his desk. Meanwhile, Ballister grabbed the metal baseball bat he kept stashed under his desk, lept over it, and just managed to clock what seemed like the leading man in the group that was chasing the poor child.

Again, Ballister was not a proper fighter. He was observant though.

Over the years Ballister analyzed the different ways he saw people defend themselves. He swung his bat like a sword while still utilizing kicks, punches, and headbutts, a bastardization of the institutes fighting style mixed with what Ballister saw in street brawls. And as messy as it was, it was effective.

The group after the kid eventually gave up and ran out of the library, cursing Ballister and threatening to burn the library down.

From the corner of his eye Ballister noticed phones recording. Good. He might need those recordings later.

Okay, now that the immediate danger was taken care of best to make sure the kid's alright. He leaned his bat against one of the shelves and slowly walked up to the kid, crouching infront of them.

Wait.

Ah, figures. From the clothes alone Ballister could tell the kid was a noble. He motioned to the phone he kept behind his desk. "Is there anyone you can call to pick you up?" The kid just stared at Ballister, silent for a few moments before a large grin formed on their face.

"That was awesome!" The kid cried, and where those stars in their eyes? "That was so cool! You were all bamp! wham! And-and then you kicked their legs and there were three of them on you and mister are you a knight?!?!"

Ballister stifled a laugh into his hand. Him? A knight? Oh that's just adorable.

"No, no," Ballister said through small laughs, "I'm just a librarian who grew up in a tough area." The kid eyed Ballister with what looked like skepticism. "...Are you sure you're not an undercover knight?"

"No, I assure you, just a one armed librarian," Ballister said while waving at the kid with his prosthetic. Before the kid could get excited over that, Ballister asked again if there was a number the kid could call.

"We can also wave down-" as if summoned, a knight came bursting into the library. Ballister frowned, first the kidnappers now the knights?

"I'd appreciate it if you refrained from damaging my doors any further," Ballister said, arms crossed and not quite glaring at the knights though his expression was more....reserved than usual.

The knight that had kicked down his door scoffed and went to advance onto Ballister when an arm was held across his chest to stop him. "You are a knight, not a school yard jock. Act like it, Sureblade" hissed a knight in golden armour-hang on.

Golden armour.

Bleach blonde hair.

The crest on his armour.

This was Ambrosius Goldenloin.

Hm. So the Golden boy wasn't afraid to do the dirty work.

Now, Ballister didn't quite dislike Sir Goldenloin, he just seemed mor of the type who would rather spend their time starring in advertisements, or prancing around a stadium while adoring fans chanted his name was over and over and over again.

"Sir Goldenloin!" Ballister's attention snapped back to the child...who seemed to be attempting an imitation of Ballister when he leapt over the desk. The child tripped and would have fallen flat on their face had Ballister not quickly caught them, clutching the child against his chest as his heart raced.

"How about we keep our legs on the ground, hm?"

"But you did it earlier!" The child protested. Ballister sighed and placed the child down. The kid wasn't one of his regulars, really it wasn't his place to scold them....

"Did what?" Sir Goldenloin asked, stepping closer to where Ballister and the kid stood. The other knights made to follow but Sir Goldenoin held out an arm again, probably signalling them to stay back and to let Sir Goldenloin handle the situation.

"Oh! Oh you shoulda seen the mister, Sir Goldenloin!"

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

"Hey now-there's no need-"

"The men who took me-mister librarian jumped over the desk and used the baseball bat to fight-"

"It's less impressive than it sounds-"

"And he was swinging and kicking and three guys were on him-" All Ballister could do was bury his face in his hands as the child gushed over his supposedly 'heroic' actions.

Ballister's skin tone may be on the darker side but he was certain his blush could be seen through his hands.

"Well, that sounds like quite the ordeal. Why don't you head back with the other knights while I talk to Mr.Librarian here?" Ballister's head shot up. Right, the knights probably needed him to report the kidnapping. He briefly glanced at the security cameras and wondered if they'd be enough. Maybe he could ask for some of the phone recordings too...

"Bye Mr.Librarian" The child yelled as they headed back to the knights. Ballister smiled and waved back. "Take care now, and be careful next time!" He called after the child and the knights.

The kid was lucky this time...Ballister shuddered to think of what could've been. If the kid hadn't thought to duck into the library....

"So...do you actually have a name, Mr.Librarian?

"Oh, right! Apologies. Ballister Blackheart." Sir Goldenloins brow furrowed at Ballister's last name.

"Rather odd surname." Ballister frowned. If he had less self-preservation he'd have made a comment about Sir Goldenloin's own name...he couldn't afford to aggrevate the knights.

After all, he was just a commoner.

Right, time to give Goldie what he's looking for. " I can give a description of the group who kidnapped the kid along with video surveillance footage. I also saw some phones recording, I can ask them for footage as well. I assume I'll also be asked to file a kidnapping report, I have the files ready to download and can fill them out now if you'd like."

Sir Goldenloin blinked at Ballister. "You...seem very well prepared for these sort of situations."

"It's sadly not uncommon for people to flee here for safety," Ballister sighed. "It's...well, I'm just glad no one got hurt."

"Right, right. I'd like to see those tapes? And interview you if thats alright?"

Hm...Sir Goldenloin was certainly...different from the other knights.

He was stating everything as a question rather than an order. Then again, Sir Goldenloins knighting ceremony was only just this month. Maybe it's because he's still fairly new.

"Sure. If you'll follow me this way." The golden knight trailed after Ballister and leaned over his shoulder as he filled out the reports and retrieved the video surveillance footage.

He had to stop himself from being distracted by the scent of lavender.

This was just business.

It didn't mean anything.

[independent-fics]

Gif Making Help

Hello! I wanted to make a quick post asking for help.

What programs or resources do you use to make gifs or scrub episodes of shows?

I literally haven’t done this in like 8 years so what I used to use is a bit different now. I was looking for mobile or computer options.

I used to just use various apps or photoshop and screenshots/screen recordings. But now it’s getting harder for me to find episodes that or good quality or that streaming services make able to screen record.

Any suggestions are helpful I’d really like to get into fandom gif making again! I’ve made a few things but I find it’s too many steps between apps and adding captions etc.

Thank you!

[bumblepuppy]

The need to instill a lifelong love of reading leaving my body when self-proclaimed nerds on tumblr have basic tastes

[pro-crastinate17]

i need to get my ass off tumblr and finish reading this book for my book report thats due on friday lmao

[archival-arrival]

CustomAidArtic

an -artic gender related to making an art project out of customizing your aids, such as painting your cane.

intended for disabled aid users. not exclusive to mobility aids.

coined for day 8 of this event

[cosybookclub]

Bookmobile Cat Mysteries

With the help of her rescue cat, Eddie, librarian Minnie Hamilton is driving a bookmobile based in the resort town of Chilson, Michigan. But she'd better keep both hands on the wheel, because it's going to be a bumpy ride...

Eddie followed Minnie home one day, and now she can't seem to shake the furry little shadow. But in spite of her efforts to contain her new pal, the tabby sneaks out and trails her all the way to the bookmobile on its maiden voyage. Before she knows it, her slinky stowaway becomes her cat co-pilot.

Minnie and Eddie's first day visiting readers around the county seems to pass without trouble - until Eddie darts outside at the last stop and leads her to the body of a local man who's reached his final chapter. 

Initially, Minnie is ready to let the police handle this case, but Eddie seems to smell a rat. Together, they'll work to find the killer - because a good librarian always knows when justice is overdue. 

[4fter-hours-archive]

SUPPORT (Kobe / Liz)

Mother. It was a word that felt foreign to her. Hers had given her up without hesitation and even let The Firm raise her after her dad died. Part of her knew that it was just how it had to be. The Firm dictated everyone’s comings, goings, and when you could or couldn’t have attachments.

Her mother had had her without The Firms consent. Leaving a girl, a child, facing the repercussions. Growing up within The Firm wasn’t a bad thing, especially with her mothers reputation. She became just as skilled if not more than her. Racking up a record for the most contracts completed by anyone under 21 by the time she was 18. It was why she was allowed to be a Librarian instead when she was tired of always having been on the road. Meeting Kobe was a blessing to that all.

So when Virgil, her adoptive father and head of The Firm, told her that her mother died she didn’t know how to feel.

It wasn’t until they were sitting on his bed that she said why she was there. That she didn’t have anyone else to talk to about this. That she didn’t know how to feel about this. So she said the words out loud “My mother is dead.” And found herself crying in his arms, mourning someone she had always wanted. Someone she fantasied at times and would never get to know.

[babybluebanshee]

So I finally got my water heater replaced after more than half a year of it leaking and nearly destroying my floor, but that's not the story. The story is of the handyman that installed it.

Dude's name is Chris, and he's your typically midwestern schlub - friendly, apologizes too much, really likes the Cardinals, maybe a little younger than my parents. Hella nice tho, gets the heater installed quickly, and even offers to fix the floorboards it warped (after nearly tripping over the hump it made in the floor twice). Overall, a stress-free experience.

Then, as he's gathering up his tools - "So, I noticed your, uh, banner. Over your bed."*

*(The closet where my water heater is is located in my bedroom because I live in a mobile home, dude wasn't just wandering creepily into my bedroom)

He's referring to a giant pride flag that's hanging over my bed, with the words "Sounds gay, I'm in"

My anxiety spikes instantaneously, thinking oh christ I'm about to get hatecrimed or at least microaggressioned.

But then he says "Yeah, my daughter is gay, and I was wondering, like...where do you guys, ya know, meet up?"

What.

"Because she met her most recent girlfriend when she was in jail, and I keep asking why she doesn't just find a nice lesbian librarian or something and she said 'dad I know they're out there, I just don't know where'. So...like...where do you?"

So I ended up confessing to this nice man who installed my water heater that I don't know of any real gay culture in our mostly Baptist Missouri town of about 18,000 that routinely freaks out over pride displays in the library (I'm sure it exists but I'm lazy and haven't gone looking for it). My girlfriend lives in an area with a rather bustling gay community (we just did a face painting booth for their pride festival a few weeks ago), so maybe have her go out there with some friends, and also a lot of queers I know play dnd so maybe find a nice group of them and network. I then apologized that I wasn't more helpful in getting his daughter settled with a nice, wholesome dyke.

On the plus side, he was not deterred at all, and seemed to be very interested in the fact dnd was so popular amongst the el gee bee tees. I told him the names of some dms I know and told him to go to town. I do not know if the names will be given to his daughter or hoarded for himself so he can join a group and play like he did when he was a teenager and not be called satanic for it.

He's coming to fix my floor next week.

[the-thieves-gambit]

The smirk on Elizabeth's face could not be helped as she flattened her tongue against the underside of his cock, stroking it as she languishingly licked up to the tip. The sounds of his speech being affected just further stoked her need to continue. Loving the fact that she was the one doing this to him.

Taking him into her mouth, her hazel eyes never left his face, tongue swirling around his shaft as her warm wet mouth enveloped what she could of his cock at the moment. Enjoying the small pressure of his hand on the back of her head, letting it slowly push her head back down each time she pulled back. She never had seen the need for sex before, sure she had partners and one-night stands here and there when the need arose, which was rare. But with Kobe, all she wanted was their bodies close. Wanting him to make her his over and over again in any way he wanted.

Picking up the pace as he hung up, a small chuckle vibrated up her throat at his words. She knew what would be coming next, relaxing her throat, she let him go as far he could as she forced herself to breathe through her nose, a small choking noise escaping her as her one hand grasped onto his hip, and the other came below her to cup his balls. Moaning at the sounds coming from him, she felt herself becoming wet, ready for him again. Even after all they had done not even an hour ago in the shower, she needed him again.

When the pressure on her head was gone, she slowly sucked up and down his length, before her mouth came off the tip with an obscene popping noise. "I need you inside of me," the words were breathless, deep. Using one hand to lift the shirt over her head, leaving her naked again, her other continued to work his cock, before she straddled his lap. Pressing her mouth against his, her tongue licked against his lips before taking the bottom one between her teeth and nibbling it. "Think you can make me cum before the food gets here?" She challenged with a small laugh before slowly working herself down his length.

With the phone pressing to his ear, he certainly caught the glint in her eyes that spoke of mischief, though for a single moment he wasn't entirely certain what that would entail. A questioning look passed over his features as he gazed upon her, brows furrowing slightly before they lift in surprise with her actions...

And naturally his hips lift from the couch to help her lower his trousers proper... "H-hello-" he manages, mouth agape now the moment her lips encompass his cock. "I'd like to -- nn -- I'd like to order delivery-" he barely manages to get the words out before his eyes are fluttering closed. His free hand comes to rest atop of her head, guiding her bobbing as fingers delicately thread through her hair.

"Y-yeah... uhm... what do I want... right... i want-" he barely manages to strangle back a moan as she bobbed her head, taking the phone from his ear as he panted heavily a few times and brought it back. Ordering what they wanted, he barely gave the woman time to confirm his order before he hung up and threw the phone wherever it might land.

"Oh god, baby... You're so mean.." he doesn't sound mad about it at all, however as his other hand comes to her head, pushing her down until her nose meets his pelvis, crying out with pleasure before releasing her to do as she pleased.

[paper-mario-wiki]

Who are you?

My name is Scout! I'm an Anthropologist and a trans woman living in Seattle. I like playing Team Fortress 2, and cuddling with my dog, an Australian Shepard named Scarlet. I smoke weed with enough frequency to be considered a "stoner," and I tend to spend a lot of time by myself on the computer learning about things that interest me.

I enjoy collecting things like weird old corporate knick-knacks (viagra shaped wristwatch, t-mobile spatula, camel cigarette emergency flashlight), and vintage jackets. I lived in Japan for 3 years, where I went to school at Doshisha University in Kyoto, but came back to the USA due to isolation during the beginning of the pandemic making my mental health deteriorate rapidly, since it started after only 3 semesters of being there.

I used to be a livestreamer and let's player with a few different channels and podcasts, but a year and a half ago I stopped because I didn't enjoy what being a content creator meant. Today, I'm going to eat fried chicken for breakfast, and later on I'll probably record some Sans and Papyrus voice acting for an animation someone hired me for. I also used to do Undertale voice acting, which is actually how I got my start.

I've also been known as Clown Depot, Smaverage Joe, TheMGMjr, Googoo, and a lot of online handles as the years have gone by. You may have seen me in Real-Time Fandub as Memphis Tennessee, Mr. X the Librarian, Mikeiplier, Storm the Albatross, and Da Devil from Da Bible. You may have also seen some of my viral tumblr posts, like Genghis Kanghis, Music For Unproductive Zoomers, "a chess move called The Frenchman's Cumsock", "never ask a genie for raspberry crowns, because that's a type of wasp", "that's pretty con-fuckin-venient, I'm sorry for doubting you 7-eleven, have a good night", or a few others.

Hope this helps.

[georgedpr]

23 Things Vol 2

The deadline for completion of the 23 Things project that fast approaching. I don’t know whether I’ll complete the process in time, but I will continue to slog until the bitter end ( and mostly afterward.) The deadline is simply for those who want to remain in a drawing for a prize which doesn’t really interest me that much. (Though I wouldn’t turn it down either.) The second stage in the 23 Things projects is about folksonomy (a.k.a social tagging, free tagging, or simply tagging). The main focus for the module is the social networking/bookmarking site called Delicious; a server-based bookmark repository that lets users upload their bookmarks to share across multiple computers and share with other users. I added a listing for Tagtaxons.com to my account (which had been dormant for months / a year) and would like to incorporate the technology more into my consulting work.

The next phase of the assignment was to write about Library 2.0 after reading some different sources on the subject. Given the prompt and the reading material the project then encourages users to write their thoughts into a blog post for the previously established blog. (Clever aren’t they, eh) The rest of this post will consist of a reaction to the readings and thoughts on Library 2.0

Library 2.0 means different things to different people. Some people see it as the adoption of technology to help create a more user-centered library experience. Others see it as a klaxon call for change in the library space to help knock the dust off our public image. Another segment of the population sees it as the worst thing to ever be attempted in the library community.

For decades librarians have been gatekeepers of knowledge. We have been sitting in an ivory tower surrounded by miles upon miles of shelving lined with books standing in perfect order. We were masters of our domain, rulers of the land, and monarchs of great repute. There is an entire stereotype surrounding a librarian ruling over their shelves like a despotic rulers. I think for some in the profession their job became more about things and less about the people. The patron was a passive observer in their own intellectual quest. The Library 2.0 movement focuses on tearing down that tower and creating a more equal partnership between the librarian and the patron.

Generally, I am a great proponent of building a better rapport between patrons and the librarian. The Library 2.0 movement also has a more unfortunate side effect. In the hurry to implement programs or create new tools for better involving the patron in the library experience, the focus can slip away from the patron to change for the sake of changing. The library user community varies and cuts across every possible age, economic, cultural, and social setting. A particular user community might love being able to access their reserves online while others still want to make the reserves at the front desk or call the reference librarian. Therefore, any changes made to enact a Library 2.0 goal set should be made as flexible as possible so no one is forced into anything they find undesirable. The library should be as welcoming as possible and that concept moves beyond physical space to services.

Library 2.0 is about refocusing the profession on the users rather than the objects. There is more information available to society at large than at any time in recorded history. The digital infrastructure is knocking down cultural, national, and economic barriers with great speed and efficiency. Library 2.0 is about partnership and building bridges between librarians and users.

The most marvelous feature behind the explosion of information is the content creation process has flattened enough to allow anyone to contribute. Though the trouble with the flattening content creation process is that everyone can contribute. How do you control the content enough without barring useful information? That is quite the conundrum. Though not an impossible problem to sort out. I’ve found a multi-prong strategy is best when tackling any troubling problem. The first would be to rely on the community itself to police the members. This can be seen in the social networking site Librarything.com: a social networking site focused on users cataloging their personal libraries. The users can upload, change or delete records, but overall the community does a remarkable job policing their own membership, Mistakes are caught and rectified; data vandalism is spotted and fixed. Though the difference between changing bibliographic data and more serious data like health or financial information colors the issue. The second approach is authority control; while anyone familiar with library science will recognize the term I’ve adopted a slightly more in-depth definition. Rather than simply confirming birth dates or publication credits I mean actually investigating the contributor's background. Inquire about credentials, contact any references, investigate publications, etc. Lastly, it requires investment in the community. The great draw behind the internet is the ability to become anonymous; being anonymous can make some users feel there are no consequences to their actions. In order to add, remove or alter content require establishing a profile on the site. It can remove some of the anonymous nature behind the web. Anyone who is determined to cyber-vandal your site will find a way. Though that is true in most situations. It is hard to discourage anyone truly dedicated from their path regardless.

[atdutiesend]

<lurkingScapegrace>: ur a person who shows up at my workplace for work related reasons close enough to count for politeness

<lurkingScapegrace>: have a good day

Grim rolled his eyes at his phone, tucking it away again and gathering the plate of cookies to leave in the requested room, under a minor ward to warn anyone else off of them. Time to go strip warding from books for the first half of his shift!

<Grim Reaper>: I’m not your coworker. I’m an independent contractor.

<Grim Reaper>: Leave them in the study room on the second floor, if you need someone to get rid of them.

[disasterman-snz]

Dating Sim Demo!

Hello everyone!

Merry Christmas! I come bearing a gift... or well, a part of an upcoming gift haha.

I've been working on developing a snz-centric dating sim! And I'm very excited with how things are finally coming together.

With it being the holidays, and me having some time off work, I've finally been able to take all the art, writing, and voice acting I've been working on to create a functioning draft of the first scene of the game!

It's very short at the moment, but there's a lot more to come!

That said, I'd love feedback! (And even some suggestions, although keep in mind the amound of work that goes into writing, drawing assets, voice acting, and coding, and adjust expectations accordingly lol... this is my very strange hobby after all!)

*NOTE: I know mobile support was a big issue on my last game (it's unfortunately an issue I can't really fix atm). This game WILL have mobile support. It technically will run on a mobile device now, but the text is really hard to read because it isn't loading my custom ui elements for some reason. I'm going to figure out a solution of some sorts before the full release of the game :)

Please feel free to message me or send in asks with any feedback, bugs, suggestions, etc. I hope everyone enjoys <3