#cornerstone library

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Alfred Sheinwold - Bridge Play - Cornerstone Library - 1958

[hclib]

Library Time Capsule from 1959

On September 27, 1959, a who's-who of Minneapolis gathered to lay the cornerstone for the new Minneapolis Central Library at 300 Nicollet Mall. Beneath the cornerstone, a copper box held a time capsule of library memorabilia. When that new library was demolished in 2002 to make way for our current downtown library, the time capsule was opened and the contents are now a part of Special Collections.

What was included in the time capsule? Records say the time capsule held microfilm of the Minneapolis Star and Tribune, library annual reports, a photo of the first Minneapolis library, and an audio recording from the library's 50th anniversary. It also held an abundance of booklists on almost every topic. A few highlights include: "The Best is Yet to Come: Books with Heroes and Heroines past Middle Age", "Garden Plots: Books on the Mysteries of Gardening," and "Pets: A List of Books from the Minneapolis Public Library."

One thing it seems like the time capsule did not hold was a federal saving's bond. Members of the Library Board had considered including a "pay to bearer" bond inside the cornerstone, but that idea was abandoned.

Program from the cornerstone ceremony, photo of most of the time capsule contents, and photo of the cornerstone laying from the Hennepin County Library Archives.

[shroomsnsuch]

I have a love hate relationship with library due dates, like yes thank youuu for keeping me accountable and making sure I adhere to some sense of schedule. But also,, how dare you? Now I have to focus on two programming language because I can't simply just stop doing HTML, I'm liking it!! But waahh that Python book cannot be renewed it is an inter-library loan, I have to stay on task

[malusokay]

Hi, Malu!! Could you recommend some books for getting into greek mythology?? Thnxx lov u <3

hii love you too!! I think I've got a pretty good lineup for you, mind you, I don't read much modern stuff, and I'm not well-versed when it comes to modern retellings, so this list consists mainly of classics

1. “The Iliad” and “The Odyssey” by Homer

these are foundational texts for understanding Greek mythology and culture. deeply human, capturing the struggles of gods and mortals alike. try translations by Robert Fagles or Richmond Lattimore for a balance of poetic beauty and readability.

2. “Theogony” by Hesiod

this is essentially the origin story of the Greek gods—where they came from, their power struggles, and how they shaped the cosmos. a must-read if you want to understand the structure of the mythological world.

3. “The Library of Greek Mythology” by Apollodorus

a concise, encyclopedic compilation of myths, perfect for getting a broad overview of the major stories and characters. it’s like having a handbook for all the drama.

4. Plays by Euripides, Sophocles, and Aeschylus

if you want to see the myths in action, Greek tragedies are essential. start with Euripides’ Medea or Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex for raw, emotional storytelling.

5. “Metamorphoses” by Ovid

though Roman, Ovid’s poetic retellings of Greek myths are stunning and heavily influenced later interpretations of these stories. his version of the myths adds layers of beauty, tragedy, and transformation.

6. “Bulfinch’s Mythology” by Thomas Bulfinch

a beautifully written 19th-century retelling of Greek myths that feels classic but remains accessible.

I think these are good cornerstones—no fluff, just timeless stories steeped in ancient drama and grandeur. you might need some time to get used to the writing or really understand the whole lore, but take it slowly because it's definitely worth it!! <3

[diaryofaspookyadmin]

Day One thoughts:

Mr. Bouchard — Been super nice so far, seems like a reasonably good boss. Beekeeping age. Weird energy idk what it is about him tho

Rosie Reception — New bff, invited me to the Wednesday Hot Tea sesh, I can’t wait to stick my nose in everybody’s business. I will have to be very careful to be Hot and Mysterious around her tho, if I give her any gossip about ME then I’m cooked

Sonja Artifacts — Intimidating lady tbh. Did my Artifact Safety and Protocol training. Very stern and uptight but like. I can see why. What do you MEAN the books will eat you??!?

Gertrude Archives — Seems like a sweet old biddy but HOLY SHIT WHY DOES SHE HAVE SO MANY TRAVEL EXPENSES AND WHY ARE THEY SO LATE

Martin Library — Showed me around, makes an excellent cuppa, I will be finding any and all excuses to be in the library at tea time. As far as I’m concerned he can put literally any tea supplies on the supply order list that he wants. I will absolutely put it on the departmental budget. That tea is a cornerstone of this Institute. Pretty sure it’s like, a structural pillar or smthn. The roof will collapse without it.

Tim Research — Whore.

[itsbensart]

Burnt Out but Not Alone

Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar x Male Reader | Part 2

Summary: Y/N feels overwhelmed by his demanding workload and the pressure of looming deadlines. Despite his exhaustion, he refuses to take a break, even as concern grows from friends like Elphaba—and even the Winkie Prince. When Fiyero sees just how much Y/N is struggling, he offers unexpected help, proving that sometimes, even the most carefree people can provide the support needed during times of stress.

Warnings: Excessive teasing and playful banter, Subtle romantic tension, Themes of academic pressure and burnout, Light physical touches (e.g., arm grabs), Vulnerability in moments of exhaustion, and Heartwarming support from an unexpected ally.

A/N: Y/N is an Architecture Student specializing in Ozian Architecture at Shiz University, known for its demanding curriculum.

Word Count: 1,743 words

The lecture hall buzzed with the soft hum of conversations, the rhythmic tapping of pens against desks, and the occasional shuffle of papers. Y/N sat in the middle row, staring at his open notebook but not truly seeing it. His thoughts were elsewhere, replaying Fiyero’s smug grin and that low, teasing voice that seemed to follow him even now.

“You know what to do if you want to shut me up, doll.”

The memory sent an involuntary flush to his cheeks. He quickly ducked his head, hoping no one noticed. Shaking his head, he tried to dispel the distraction. This was no time to get flustered. An endless list of tasks awaited, and Professor Solennia was already notorious for her high standards.

Y/N’s chosen course, Ozian Architecture, wasn’t for the faint of heart. It was one of the most demanding programs at Shiz University, known for its rigorous workload and the precision it required. Students delved deep into the rich architectural history of Oz—an eclectic mix of styles balancing the grandeur of Emerald City’s gleaming towers with the rustic charm of Munchkinland’s cottages and the imposing, fortress-like structures of Winkie Country.

Today’s lecture focused on the integration of natural and magical elements in building design, a cornerstone of Ozian architecture. The topic would have been fascinating under other circumstances, but Y/N found himself struggling to concentrate. Between looming deadlines and the lingering echoes of Fiyero’s remarks, his mind was a chaotic mess.

Professor Solennia’s voice cut through his thoughts. “As you can see, the inclusion of enchantments in structural integrity was not merely aesthetic but practical. Now, who can tell me how the dragon clock influenced the design of Emerald City’s central spire?”

Y/N froze as the professor’s gaze swept across the room. He usually prided himself on being prepared for questions like this, but today, his mind was blank. He prayed someone else would answer, his heart pounding as he stared down at his notes—frustratingly empty.

By the end of class, as students filed out, Y/N realized just how little he had retained. The weight of his responsibilities crashed back down on him, amplified by the realization that he was now further behind than before.

He decided to head to the university’s library to tackle his pending tasks—especially the scale model due next week. Though he was exhausted, he had no choice. The output would determine whether he passed this semester.

As he walked through the hallway, he almost bumped into Elphaba, who had been waiting for him to catch up. She noticed his drooping posture and the dark circles under his eyes immediately.

"Y/N," she said, her voice softer than usual, "You look like you haven’t slept in days."

Y/N gave a half-hearted shrug, trying to brush her off. "I’m fine, Elphaba. Just... busy, you know? I have a lot to do."

She narrowed her eyes, not buying his response. "It’s more than just being busy. You’re running yourself ragged. You need rest."

"I don’t have time for rest," Y/N replied, his tone more tired than he meant it to be. "There’s too much to do."

Elphaba hesitated for a moment, clearly concerned. "I get it, but this—" she gestured to him, her eyes lingering on his fatigued form, "—isn't sustainable. You’re only going to burn out."

Y/N gave a small, dismissive smile. "I’ll be fine. I just need to get through this week."

Elphaba didn’t look convinced but didn’t press the matter further. "Alright, just don’t overdo it. Take care of yourself, Y/N."

He nodded quickly, not meeting her eyes, and made his way toward the library, eager to escape the conversation.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Fiyero Tigelaar had been wandering the campus, casually searching for his favorite “doll” to tease. His natural charm and carefree demeanor had earned him a reputation for showing up wherever and whenever he pleased, and today was no different.

As he strolled into the library, his piercing eyes immediately spotted Y/N in his corner.

Fiyero smirked. This was too perfect. He sauntered over, his footsteps deliberately light. “There you are. Hiding in the library, huh? Didn’t think this was your kind of hangout spot.” As he slid into a seat beside Y/N, he leaned closer, his voice low enough to only reach him. “Still thinking about me, doll?”

Y/N clenched his jaw, his ears burning as he hissed, “You wish.”

Fiyero chuckled, clearly pleased with the reaction, and leaned back in his chair. “You’re awfully red for someone who’s not thinking about me.”

Y/N barely looked up, his pencil pausing briefly before resuming its work. “Not now, Fiyero. I’m busy.”

The lack of reaction made Fiyero blink in surprise. Usually, his remarks earned him a flushed face or an exasperated retort. Instead, Y/N’s tone was flat, his focus unbroken.

“Busy?” Fiyero peered down at Y/N’s sketches. “What’s got you so tied up? Another one of those fancy projects?”

“Yes,” Y/N responded curtly. “So please, not now, Fiyero.”

Fiyero, however, seemed unbothered. “So, what’s next, doll? More lectures? Or maybe some of that architectural magic you lot are so obsessed with?”

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, his patience worn thin. “I have too many tasks to finish. Does that answer your question?”

Fiyero tilted his head, studying Y/N’s face with uncharacteristic seriousness. “You look exhausted.”

“Thanks for noticing,” Y/N muttered, packing up his materials before leaving the library, hoping the prince wouldn’t follow him.

At first, Fiyero assumed it was just another one of Y/N’s quirks—being too serious about academics and all—but as the hours turned into days, he couldn’t ignore the change. The playful teasing he usually dished out with ease seemed to fall flat, met with a tired smile or a quiet nod instead of Y/N’s usual fiery retorts. Fiyero had tried to brush it off, but the concern gnawed at him, growing stronger with each passing day.

One afternoon, while they were in the cafeteria, Fiyero noticed Y/N in line. With a tray in hand, Y/N seemed oblivious to his surroundings, swaying slightly from exhaustion. Just as it seemed Y/N might stumble, Fiyero reacted quickly, grabbing him to prevent a fall.

"Alright, doll," he began, keeping his tone light, though concern lingered beneath the surface. "You’ve been looking like you’re one step away from collapsing. What’s going on?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Y/N glanced at him briefly, then lowered his gaze to the ground. "Just… school stuff. You wouldn’t understand."

Fiyero frowned, his usual teasing grin replaced with a concerned expression. "Try me."

Y/N sighed long and heavy, adjusting the strap of his overburdened bag. "There’s just too much. Drafts, models, presentations… I can’t keep up. And Ozian Architecture isn’t an easy course. It feels like I’m drowning, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep my head above water."

Fiyero came to a stop, gently grabbing Y/N’s arm and halting him in his tracks. "Why didn’t you say anything sooner?"

Y/N shrugged, avoiding his gaze. "What good would it do? It’s not like anyone can help. This is my workload. My responsibility."

Fiyero didn’t respond immediately, instead narrowing his eyes at Y/N’s exhausted face. "How much have you slept? Or even rested?"

The silence that followed was answer enough.

Fiyero’s usual smirk softened into something more like genuine concern. "Alright, doll. Time to take a break."

"I don’t have time for a break," Y/N snapped, his tone sharper than he intended.

Fiyero stood firm, the command in his voice unmistakable. "Then you don’t have a choice. Let’s go," he said, pulling Y/N toward the courtyard with surprising insistence.

"I’m serious, Fiyero. I have so much to—"

"And I’m serious too," Fiyero interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. "You’re running yourself into the ground, and you know it. If you collapse, you’re not going to finish anything."

Y/N frowned, but the warmth of Fiyero’s hand on his arm and the determination in his eyes made resistance feel futile.

They walked in silence, the noise of the cafeteria fading as they headed for the quieter courtyard. Once there, Fiyero led Y/N to a bench, underneath an oak tree. "Sit," he ordered, dropping his own bag onto the ground.

Too tired to argue, Y/N complied.

For once, Fiyero didn’t joke or tease; instead, he looked thoughtful. After a moment, his gaze sharpened. "Alright, here’s what we’re going to do."

Y/N blinked up at him, still a bit disoriented. "What?"

"I’m going to help you."

Y/N let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You? Help? No offense, Fiyero, but this isn’t exactly your area of expertise."

Fiyero smirked, though it was softer than usual. "Maybe not. But I can still do something. I’ll carry your books, keep you company during late nights, or even distract you when you’re on the verge of a breakdown."

Sitting beside him, Fiyero leaned back, as if the weight of the world didn’t rest on his shoulders. "Look, I might not understand all your architectural mumbo jumbo, but I can help in other ways. You don’t have to do this alone, doll."

Y/N opened his mouth to respond but paused. The sincerity in Fiyero’s eyes caught him off guard. For the first time in days, a small, genuine smile tugged at his lips. "You’re serious?"

"Dead serious," Fiyero replied, his grin widening. "Starting now. So, what’s first on the agenda, Mr. Burnt-Out Architect?"

Y/N hesitated, then admitted, "I have to finish a scale model for tomorrow, and I still need to draft the base plans."

"Easy," Fiyero said, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. "You draft, I’ll cut and glue. I’m not completely useless, you know."

"You’re really going to help me?" Y/N asked, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten just a little.

Fiyero chuckled. "What can I say? You’re growing on me. And besides, I can’t have you walking around looking like a zombie. It ruins my fun."

Though exhaustion still pulled at him, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly. "Alright, Tigelaar. Let’s see if you can keep up."

As they made their way toward the studio, Y/N felt a strange warmth spreading through his chest. Maybe, he wouldn’t have to face the chaos alone after all.

And maybe, just maybe, Fiyero Tigelaar was more than just a cocky prince of charm.

To be Continued.....

A/N: Hello! Here’s the second chapter of my series, (I don't have a title yet, so..... yeah). I’m so happy you’re sticking around to see where this story goes—it means a lot!

There’s definitely more drama, love, and emotions coming your way, so keep an eye out for the next chapters. I’d love to hear what you think, feel free to leave a comment. Thanks for reading, and see you in the next one! 😊

[archivistic]

SLA Announces Dissolution

The Special Libraries Association (SLA), a global organization dedicated to supporting information professionals and specialized librarians, has announced it will begin a dissolution process after 116 years of service to the profession. Since its founding in 1909, SLA has been a cornerstone for knowledge management, research, and information services across industries, providing invaluable networking, professional development opportunities, and advocacy for its members. After careful evaluation of the organization’s financial sustainability and the evolving needs of the profession, the SLA Board of Directors has made the difficult decision to begin the dissolution process of the Association.

Wow, I'm not a member of SLA but this seems like a pretty major move.

[queerliblib]

This is a some what strange request for you guys, but what are some of your top queer texts that Libby DOESN'T HAVE. I ask largely because I'm looking to maybe expand my personal library and definitely to have different things to suggest my local library purchases (they just agreed to buy Original Plumbing: The Best of Ten Years of Trans Male Culture). I figure that may also other queers who are Feeling the Urge to Spiral and Want Something Productive to Do could use this.

no, no. thanks for asking. I’m going to be so for real with you

STONE BUTCH BLUES

we can’t get it. it cannot be purchased as an ebook or audiobook. every time we do a survey or ask for feedback there are at least a few people who say something along the lines of ‘can’t believe you, a queer library, don’t have that book’. which like. fair! it’s great! it’s a cornerstone classic! we would love to! we just simply cannot purchase it

HOWEVER the good news is, it’s available FOR FREE at the AUTHOR’S REQUEST from HIR OWN WEBSITE TO DOWNLOAD

also, Faltas: Letters to Everyone in My Hometown Who Isn’t My Rapist by Cecilia Gentili. sadly cannot get that one. None of Richard Siken’s books are available for us to get in Libby either 😔

(congrats on getting Original Plumbing in your local library, also not available on libby)

[greatdevourer1231954]

Superman: The Movie (1978)

If there’s one truth that fans, critics, and even casual moviegoers agree on, it’s this: Christopher Reeve is, was, and will forever be the greatest Superman of all time. And that legacy exists for a very good reason.

When Superman: The Movie premiered in 1978, under the visionary direction of Richard Donner, it didn’t just bring a comic book character to life—it redefined what a superhero could be on the big screen. At a time when the world had never truly seen a serious, heartfelt, and epic superhero film, Donner and his team made audiences believe a man could fly.

And at the center of that belief stood Christopher Reeve.

With charm, gravitas, vulnerability, and quiet strength, Reeve didn’t just play Superman—he became him. His performance captured the duality of the character with remarkable nuance: the towering, morally unshakable hero in blue, and the soft-spoken, awkward, lovable Clark Kent. It’s a balancing act that countless actors have attempted, but none have matched with the same effortless brilliance.

The film itself was groundbreaking in nearly every way. With a staggering budget of $55 million—the most expensive film ever made at the time—it was a massive gamble for Warner Bros. But that risk paid off spectacularly. Superman: The Movie soared to global success, earning over $300 million at the worldwide box office and becoming the second-highest-grossing film of the year. More than just a financial triumph, it was hailed as a critical achievement, praised for its tone, ambition, and emotional depth.

A major part of that triumph was the unforgettable score by legendary composer John Williams. His Superman theme became instantly iconic, a fanfare of hope, heroism, and flight that still sends chills down spines today. It’s more than music—it’s the sound of an ideal.

The cultural impact of the film was so profound that, nearly four decades later, in 2017, the Library of Congress selected Superman: The Movie for preservation in the National Film Registry, recognizing it as “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant.”

For this reason—and so many more—Christopher Reeve firmly holds a place among my top five favorite portrayals of Superman. The way he was able to embody both the quiet, clumsy charm of Clark Kent and the unwavering strength and nobility of Superman was nothing short of extraordinary. It was, in many ways, inexplicable.

I never imagined that a single actor could capture so fully the essence of a character so larger-than-life—yet Reeve made it look effortless.

And I’m far from alone in feeling this way.

Across generations, fans and critics alike agree that Reeve brought something truly rare to the role. He infused Superman with warmth, vulnerability, and even humor—qualities that might seem unexpected for a near-invincible alien, but which made the character human. Reeve’s Superman didn’t feel like a distant god watching over us—he felt like a friend. Someone who genuinely cared. Someone who believed in the best of us, even when we didn’t believe in ourselves.

He turned a comic book icon into a figure of hope, and in doing so, inspired not just audiences, but an entire industry.

Kevin Feige, the president of Marvel Studios, has openly credited Superman: The Movie as a cornerstone influence in his career—proof that Reeve’s portrayal didn’t just shape the character of Superman, it helped define the superhero genre as a whole.

But what elevates Reeve’s legacy even further is what happened after the cape was folded away.

In 1995, following a tragic horseback riding accident that left him paralyzed from the neck down, Reeve didn’t retreat into silence. Instead, he became a powerful voice for change—a tireless advocate for spinal cord injury research and disability rights. He used his platform, his fame, and his unbreakable will to make a difference. In those years, he showed the world a different kind of heroism—not the kind that flies or lifts buildings, but the kind that faces unimaginable hardship with grace, courage, and determination.

Because Christopher Reeve didn’t just play Superman. He lived the ideals that Superman stands for.

So, although he passed away in 2004, his presence still lingers—on screen, in the hearts of fans, and in the legacy of every superhero story that followed.

For in the eyes of millions, he will always be more than an actor. He will always be... The Man of Steel.

[michele-apricity]

𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓪 ˙⟡🪶─

𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Dark academia is rooted in a love for philosophy, history and literature... so here are some recommendations for books that fit the dark academia aesthetic and you should definitely read

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The cornerstone of dark academia literature. A group of elite classics students is drawn into a web of obsession, betrayal, and murder.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

A dark exploration of beauty, morality, and corruption in Victorian England.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

A Gothic classic delving into the pursuit of forbidden knowledge, ambition, and the consequences of creation.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

A story of love, mystery, and self-discovery, set against the brooding backdrop of Thornfield Hall.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

A Gothic masterpiece full of eerie atmospheres, academic investigation, and the dark allure of the unknown.

𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

A Shakespearean tragedy set in an elite performing arts college, where students’ lives unravel after a murder.

Vita Nostra by Marina & Sergey Dyachenko

A surreal and unsettling novel about a young woman attending a mysterious school where reality bends under the weight of knowledge.

Bunny by Mona Awad

A darkly humorous and sinister look at creativity, academia, and a cult-like clique in a prestigious MFA program.

The Atlas Six trilogy by Olivie Blake

A magical dark academia tale about six exceptionally talented magicians competing for a place in a secret society that guards knowledge.

In The Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado

A memoir with Gothic undertones that explores trauma, storytelling, and academic reflection.

𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚/𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔

The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

A mysterious and haunting tale of a young boy discovering a forgotten book and its dark history.

The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

A supernatural dark academia story set in Yale’s secret societies, where magic and danger collide.

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

A chilling Gothic mystery set in a decaying mansion, with a protagonist investigating her cousin's eerie marriage.

The Lying Game by Ruth Ware

A tale of friendship, deceit, and secrets in the shadow of a Gothic boarding school.

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

A queer, layered story blending Gothic horror and academic intrigue across timelines.

𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 & 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

Dickinson’s introspective and haunting poetry complements the aesthetic’s love of literature and existential reflection.

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius

For the intellectual side of dark academia, this stoic philosophical work is a guide to self-reflection and understanding.

Paradise Lost by John Milton

An epic poem exploring rebellion, ambition, and the fall from grace, perfect for the themes of the aesthetic.

Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake

Poetry reflecting duality, beauty, and the darker aspects of human nature.

𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik

A magical school where survival is key, blending dark academia with fantasy and wit.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Noell by Susanna Clarke

A dense, Gothic tale of magic, rivalry, and ambition in 19th-century England.

The Magicians by Lev Grossman

A modern, darker take on a magical academy, filled with existential musings and flawed characters.

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

A historical and fantastical romance steeped in academia, libraries, and ancient mysteries.

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

A haunting, introspective story set in an otherworldly labyrinth that plays with memory, knowledge, and solitude.

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕

Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

A suspenseful story of privilege, power, and systemic secrets in an elite private school.

Catherine House by Elisabeth Thomas

A slow-burning, atmospheric novel about an experimental university and the price of knowledge.

We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

A tale of mystery, tragedy, and privilege among a wealthy, secluded family.

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

A series rich with mysticism, academic undertones, and a search for ancient knowledge.

An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson

A romantic and artistic dark fantasy set in a world of fae and forbidden craft.

Did you read any of the books mentioned here? And if so what was your favorite/your opinion on them?

I personally read most of the books here and loved every single one.

-michala♡

[magnoliasandarson]

buoy

Jason Todd loved literature. It was a cornerstone of his identity; it comprised his moral code, mannerisms, and actions.

When he was a child, it was fanciful stories of good and evil, black-and-white words that made the demarcation between hero and villain clear. After Bruce took him in, long after Jason stopped seeing himself as a child, it became philosophical texts. Nietzsche, Dostoevsky, Kant… suddenly, the doubts he’d pushed aside as a child were given merit; the world was never black and white; it had always been a muddy fog of greys. Bruce disagreed with his interpretations, but Alfred had looked him deep in the eyes and given him all the reassurance he’d never known he needed.

Jason Todd loved literature. He was a snob, one of those pricks that made jokes about Herman Melville that got zero response from listeners.

When he pieced together the fragmented shards of his own psyche, after the riptides of green left him drowning in a burning warehouse, he half-stumbled half-crawled to the Gotham Public Library. The building was dark. Not a single light in any of its many windows, but that had never and would never stop Jason. He clambered into an alley, a hand still clutching the gory mess of his throat, and yanked down the ladder to the fire escape. The skin of his palm was almost fused to the tissue of his neck, a half-solid mass of scabs connecting them, but he ignored the agony and pulled his hand away. Once he made it up the ladder, it was easy to kick in a window.

Jason Todd loved literature. He devoured novels and consumed complex philosophical works in foreign languages over his morning cereal. He was an intellectual at his core, and part of him would always rage at the fact that he could never study literature at one of the fancy universities Alfred had told him about.

He found the light switch by some miraculous happenstance. Immediately flooding the room in a violent fluorescent glow. Jason used the shelves as a crutch and hobbled his way down rows of books. His mind, he knew, was about as sound as a termite-infested log cabin, but no amount of severe head trauma could erase the memories of these book stacks. He had hidden here, taken shelter, learned, and grown. This was more his home than that fucked up nightmare apartment, the streets, Wayne Manor, or even Nanda Parbat had ever been.

Jason Todd loved literature. Before his “death”, he had been halfway through reading The Brothers Karamazov. He had even tucked a copy of the book into his bag when he made his great escape to Ethiopia. But he didn’t look for that book now.

He pushed past the adult fiction books, all the stuffy tomes of great import, and landed harshly on the once-brightly colored carpet in the kids’ section.

His bloody fingers gently lifted a book from the ground, and he almost sobbed when he saw Where the Wild Things Are. The book held no particular meaning to Jason; he had read it once, maybe twice, in elementary school. This wasn’t the book Catherine read to him, and it certainly wasn’t something Bruce would’ve ever entertained. Still, he clutched it to his chest and struggled to breathe.

Jason Todd loved literature- fact.

Jason Todd died- fact.

Jason Todd should be dead- fact.

Jason Todd was not dead- fact.

Jason Todd loves literature- fact.

The nightmare that has been his life for, well, his entire life, fades away in a heartbeat. Jason Todd wasn’t dead, and he was holding a fucking book. It didn’t matter that his life was in ruins- been there, done that, got the gravestone.

Jason Todd loves literature, so he sits and reads a children's book, and stops drowning.

[overtea]

wip weekend

(A little late, but it’s still Sunday somewhere… not here, though, LOL.)

thank you @epiphainie for the tag! <3 you’re poking me to write which is much appreciated for an extremely slow writer. tagging anyone who feels like it! This is the same robby x abbot fic I’ve been writing (most recent excerpt plus other links here), though this excerpt doesn’t really cover much out of context. We are in section three, "i forgive you" which is some years before the present, post-residency.

Memories are funny, though. They dig their heels into your mind and you don't even know until something unearths them. The sound of someone singing when their favorite song plays. For Robby, it's the Yiddish songs he hears when he makes his way to the Kosher market. Those steps in past partners' morning routines have popped out especially when he realizes he has unconsciously picked up some of their habits. And after a breakup, when Robby notices how quiet it is in his bedroom—finally piecing together that the thing that was filling the silence was the way the person next to him breathed when they slept.

Or he's hearing someone run past him in the ER and for a moment, it's someone else he hears. For a moment, it's the sound of the footsteps Robby learned to use to distinguish between a bad and a good day. A day where all of their medical training felt useless, and humanity felt so far out of reach, versus one where cases might have been gruesome all the same, but they didn't have to have any of the conversations that never get any easier. And the thrill of saving a life has never worn off, and it was still relatively new then.

The first time he hears those specific footsteps again, ones he'll come to memorize once more, is in a bar five blocks down from PTMC. He last heard them in their previous form in a clinic in New Orleans, running or walking down the hallways depending on the urgency of the case. Before that, he trailed behind or ahead of those same footsteps in the walls of their university library, and throughout the rooms in his medical school apartment. A cornerstone of many of his medical school and residency days.

It has been—God, he doesn't even want to count the years between them. Too long. They left New Orleans on weird terms, shaky ground. Even shakier than that one summer the third year of medical school. The very hospital that they moved through room after room together, spent hours upon hours, saved patient after patient, and lost patient after patient—shuttered its doors only a few years after they both said goodbye.

It's the first time he has heard these footsteps in years. He doesn't even notice they're different at first, and he won't until later that night when he has already returned to his home, but he's already rebuilding the memory in his mind. Like he's already expecting to hear them again, over and over. Like he has been waiting for his and Jack's paths to reconverge, for their footsteps to fall in line once more as they stand shoulder to shoulder.

[dearembraced]

@khoc-week Day 5: Radient Garden - Library

Just like me to draw an entire library and then cover up 90% of it tbh. BUT I REALLY WANTED TO DO SPOOKY LIGHTING.

Cielio has terrible insomnia so he and Palinurus are used to sneaking around after dark and going to the library so Cielio can read books - this is true on any world, not just their homeworld. So if given access to any library - Merlin's or the Castle's - in Radient Garden Cielio would definitely be reading far into the early hours.

But what's this??? Spooky black coat??? I don't know actually, I just wanted the scene to be tense. I can imagine antags from KH would be interested in Cielio and Palinurus - especially Palinurus, considering he's a non-corporeal being who is a keyblade master.

I hoenstly don't really have a set story for cielio and palinurus outside of them looking for a refuge for those in their homeworld and protecting the cornerstone of light on tempestus. So would they meet someone in a black coat?? who knows...cause I definitely don't.

(also note that pali's orb has the little crown I mentioned on day 2's image).

[bryngreenwood]

This is the book. The Book™️. The one that made me obsessed with books. I read The Tombs of Atuan, when I was 8. I’d read tons of books by then, so it might seem I was already obsessed, except this book made me aware that I was much more interested in fictional worlds than the real world. (And who could blame me?) The copy I first read was one of those battered yellow library books without a cover. The kind of books that were meant to last for decades. It was the only LeGuin book my tiny grade school library had, and I confess, I had no idea it was part of a then trilogy. I didn’t learn about that until the internet came around and it became easy to look up books. While I like and respect the other EarthSea books, they don’t make up a cornerstone of my life the way this one does. You could even say this is the book that radicalized me, because the main character, Tenar, overthrows a lifetime of indoctrination and turns her back on brutal superstition. May we all have that kind of awakening.

[ao3feed-ds9]

Cornerstone

https://ift.tt/SZTAntQ by stateofintegrity Julian and Garak organize the library. Words: 1365, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Additional Tags: Post canon Cardasdia, old married garashir, they still love literature, the staff can’t believe their sex life, Garak has many copies of The Never-ending sacrifice

[lalaballa]

Alex Turner *chatty on stage* @ TBHC tour

You remember that sound?...You remember that TRAIN? (looking at Miles) ...In the night...in a dream...from the back... (505 intro with Miles Kane, TRNSMT, Jul 1st, 2018) 🤧

Let's go back to Cornerstone where IT'S ALWAYS NOON AND WE CAST NO SHADOWS (Oct 7th, 2018) 👀

You can call me anything you want...but SHE DIDN'T FUCKING MEAN IT (Oct 7th, 2018) 😔

Come on in the water Austin, cause it's lovely and warm (Oct 7th, 2018) 😎

Because we’d always have a connection you see...You just know these things...UNSPOKEN...Know what I mean? (After Cornerstone, Oct 28th, 2018) 💌

Well done mr. Miles Kane!...HE MOVES THE MOON THAT KID (Before The Ultracheese, Mar 24th, 2019) 🍑

I just wanted to be one of the HIVES (Star Treatment, Mar 24th, 2019) 👯

U can call me anything u want...Come on PENDEJO (Cornerstone, Mar 30th, 2019) 😆

What do you mean I'M NOT YOUR MATE? (Before Library Pictures, Mar 31st, 2019) 👀

With your hands between your thighs....HE'S GOT A KNIFE (505, Mar 31st, 2019) 🤐

You can call me anything you want...because she was always a bitch to me...is what the sister said...just to be clear...they both gave me nothing but KINDNESS...I wish them no ill will...no ill will (After Cornerstone, Mar 31st, 2019) 💅

All me lights are fucking wonky today...wonky fucking lights...but I'm having a nice (?) I'm having a nice (?) because...I'm BATMAN (Pretty Visitors, Mar 31st, 2019) 😺

Just please take it easy I'm A LITTLE GUY (Four out of Five, Mar 31st, 2019) 🥹

BITE MY LIGHTNING and tell me how it tastes... // Don't sit down cause I've moved your chair...very important!...I 'm just looking out for you! (Don't sit down, Apr 7th, 2019) 🥵

Come and stay with us YOU FUCKER (Four out of Five, Apr 7th, 2019) 👀

Why 'd u only call me when you 're high? Because I LACK THE CONFIDENCE (Apr 7th, 2019) 💔

Come on in to the water, the water 's lovely, come on in...with me...// She's a silver lining lone ranger riding...in the water (RU Mine, Apr 7th, 2019) 💦

(Compilation from yt videos and tumblr blogs in 2018)