#꒷︶꒷꒥꒷; library

[honeyroots]

— workin' man, ft. CLARK KENT

SYNOPSIS: you just can't get enough of clark WARNINGS: NSFW (18+, MDNI) / fem!reader / established relationship / dry humping / dirty talking / sub!reader / free use (clark is the one free use)

Watching Clark Kent work on an article for the Daily Planet should not have gotten you as worked up as it did. The way his thumb slid over the clicker on the pen, and the way his tongue darted out over his lips, wetting them enough to glisten had you digging your nails into your thighs as if to relieve the pressure building. At first he didn't notice the restlessness in your movements, and he surely didn't clock the way you were slowly scooting closer to him until the warmth of your leg was flush with his. Sometimes when you were around Clark, you felt like your head was empty— completely void of thoughts other than what the feeling of his body pressed against yours is like.

"What's going on, sweet thing?" Clark mumbled, dragging his pen across the paper and barely flicking his eyes up to meet yours. It wasn't often that he brought his work home, but when he did, you couldn't help the arousal shooting through your belly and straight to your core at just the mere sight of him working. Your hand latched on his, halting the ease of his pen across paper. When he finally set the pen down, offering you his undivided attention for the first time in what felt like hours, you offered a sour smile tainted by a hint of shame for being so... needy.

"Need you," you mumbled against his shoulder, your cheeks feeling hot as you bashfully buried your face into his chest to avoid eye contact. You felt the vibrations of his chuckles before you heard the gentle laughter fall from his laps. Like you were weightless, Clark picked you up and positioned you on his lap. With your core pressed against his thigh, and your legs on either side of him, Clark laced his hand around your hip to steady you on him.

"Take what you need, baby," Clark instructed, the direction he offered was completely normal, the words almost engraved into his brain by how often this situation occurred. Shaking his head from side-to-side, Clark piped up, "Don't know why you get so embarrassed about it."

It's how you ended up riding Clark's thigh, the stimulation from him flexing his thigh enough to send you to your peak a few times. With your head tipping back and your eyes rolling, you tried to hide the moans and mewls spilling from your mouth by placing your hands over your lips. It wasn't like Clark was paying much attention to you anyway, his nose was buried in his work, only taking pauses to watch your face twist up in pleasure as you neared your third orgasm in the span of twenty minutes. Setting his paper down once more, Clark looked down at you and wrapped his hands around your wrist to pull your hand away from your mouth. Unsatisfied by your stifled moans, Clark offered you a gentle smile as he watched your hips rock yourself back and forth on his thigh, "Such a good girl, huh? You just need a little enrichment, that's all."

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[criminalizegolf]

> read library book

> it's good

Thank you library

[sadgirlautumn]

“kids spend too much time on their devices” well what else are they supposed to do? there’s no corner shops with pinball machines in them on every corner anymore. there’s no malls or stores in small towns for teens to hang out in without being suspected of shoplifting or kicked out for loitering. sidewalks are too broken for them to ride their bikes and there’s no bike lane in the street to make it safe for them. i just don’t understand where they expect these kids to go when they keep taking places away from them. and yes having no safe public places for them is what leads a lot of teens into addiction if they end up at a place where people aren’t truly looking out for them.

[doctorslippery]

[oliviawhen]

Happy National Library Week!! A great time to ask everyone you know if they have a library card.

[victusinveritas]

All of this is correct. No notes.

[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.

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[allsortsoffuckedup]

Hey hey, as a librarian, can I just say don’t pace yourself at the library. I get a lot of customers saying “oh I shouldn’t get too many books out at once” but like you should!!!! Max out your card, take everything we have on a subject you’re interested in, make a book fort in your home. We love that shit! It doesn’t matter if you read them or not; just take them for an adventure and bring them back whenever they’re due!

For public libraries, one of the ways we secure funding year to year is lending. Governments don’t want to fund more books if they’re not being used and the way we measure use is by issues. Regardless of whether you read it or not, whether you have it for a day or a month, if you issue it to your library card, we get the stats! It makes the library look good!

Help your local library; get books out even if you know you can’t read them all!

[honeyroots]

give you something to cry about, ft. SOLDIER BOY

SYNOPSIS: you disobeyed soldier boy during a mission, so he’s going to remind you just how compliant you can be.

WORD COUNT: 1350 WARNINGS: NSFW (18+) / fem!reader / dacryphilia / toxic secret relationship / age gap / humiliation / face fucking (f receiving) / oral (m receiving) / power play / orgasm denial / slight exhibitionism (they can be heard through the walls) / daddy kink

“You’re careless,” SOLDIER BOY was laying into you, his words sharp as a dagger while his finger waved in your face only an inch from your nose. Ben, unfortunately, was like a ticking time bomb, and you never knew what was going to set him off until he was already at his breaking point. “I don’t know what it is with your generation, but you’re a bunch of fuckin’ idiots. If I tell you something, you do it. That fuckin’ easy, sweetheart.”

The pet name rolled off his tongue sourly, the nickname doused in a bucket of evident distaste. Flinching at the tone of his voice and level in which he was speaking was your natural reaction to the situation. Hughie was always so sweet with you— same thing with Frenchie, M.M, Kimiko… Well, Butcher had his moments, but the point was that you had never been yelled at before. At least not until Ben emerged from that god forbidden cyro-chamber. To your humiliation, and your sensitive nature, tears accumulated at your waterline, causing a blur in your vision. The worst part about the whole thing? Ben was right, you were being careless by defying his orders, but who could blame you when he was so hard to trust.

“Say something,” Ben backed away, dropping his shield to the tiled floor, creating an echo of titanium to bounce between the walls and hone in on you. It was all so overstimulating; the sound of the shield dropping, the anger in his tone, the way you could feel your clothes against your skin. If the overstimulation of your current environment wasn’t enough fuel to the fire, Ben snorted at the sight of your tears, followed by a mock, “You’re crying?”

With as much discretion as possible, your sleeve found its way to your eyes in an attempt to sop up some of the tears threatening to spill over. Clearing your throat, you tried to gain as much courage as you could, but your voice cracked and your words fell flat. “No, I’m not.”

“C’mere,” Ben wrapped his arm around your bicep, his grip a little too tight for comfort and pulled you closer to him. Now standing directly in front of him, chests square with one another, you chewed on the inside of your cheek to combat the quivering of your lip. “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

One of Ben’s fingers pointed at the ground and you knew exactly where he was going with this. No one knew what happened between you and Ben behind closed doors— they didn’t know how you ran to him when you were needy and desperate, or how he would sometimes make you get off by humping his boot. It was a dynamic you couldn’t even fully grasp, and you definitely didn’t need anyone else weighing in on it. With a compliance that came naturally, you sank to your knees, opening your mouth for him as the tears spilled over. Ben was quick to release his shaft from his supe suit, using the tip of his cock to wipe off the droplets streaming down your cheeks. Instead of tears drying on your cheeks, it was now a trail of precum. 

“You’re careless in the field, but when I have you alone, you always listen.” Ben traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his dick, slowly feeding his cock into your mouth. Bit by bit, he pushed against your tongue and grasped his hand behind your head to steady your movements. “Say it. Say you’re gonna listen.”

Moving back, you tried to release him from your mouth to offer a repetition of his words, but he stabilized your head with his hand. Signaling with one flick of his eyebrow that he wanted you to talk around his dick, your words came out muffled, only adding to the humiliation of the situation but the warmth that grew in your lower abdomen didn’t go unnoticed. “G’na listen. Swear.”

“I was so mad at you, but then you started crying… Fuck, it got me so hard.” Ben said, but you weren’t sure the statement was meant for you or if it was his internal monologue slipping out. 

With the kind of meanness only someone like Soldier Boy could possess, he gripped his fingers in your hair, tugging on the roots enough to make you yelp. Using the yelp to his advantage, he filtered more of his cock into your mouth, until his tip was poking the back of your throat. Dry heaving around him, you lurched forward as he gave you a proper face-fucking, and with the growing arousal in your underwear and the unadulterated noises you were making, you realized that this was a power move. It was Ben’s way of telling the team, he had you under his thumb— obedient and desperate for him. Thin walls separated the two of you from the rest of the team, where Hughie, Annie, Kimiko, M.M., Frenchie, and Butcher all sat outside, and with wide eyes, you made the connection.

Ben’s climax was almost immediate when he saw you piece two and two together; he had successfully embarrassed you after you had embarrassed him in the field. The realization flashing in your teary gaze was hard to miss, and exactly what he wanted. Pulling himself almost all the way out, he rocked his hips back into your mouth and shot his climax down your throat. Sputtering around him, you swallowed his seed and removed his shaft from your mouth, feeling like the length of it was never ending as you pulled it out. Watching it bob up, slapping his suit, you wondered if he was going to give you what you needed. It’s not like he needed a refractory period.

Ben grabbed your elbows, hoisting you up to your feet. With a sympathetic gaze, he gently toyed with the button of your jeans, peeling them down just enough for him to place his hand against your slit and collect some of your arousal on his fingers. A breathy-whine sounded from you as he pulled away. Ben looked at his fingers, observing the arousal he had collected in just a few seconds from it pooling in your underwear, he commented, “So wet, baby. It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

Nodding your head in response, you began to loop your fingers around the waistband, getting ready to shimmy out of your pants and offer Ben full access to your body. Clicking his tongue, disapproval coating his facial expression, he offered a demand. “Use your words.”

“It is uncomfortable,” you confirmed, wiping away the semi-dry tears on your face. Part of you didn’t even want to look in the mirror to see how disheveled you must be after that— dried tears crusting to your face, precum present on the apples of your cheeks, swollen lips, and messy hair was expected after that. “Please help me?”

The sympathy etched on his face disappeared in an alarming fashion. Transitioning between a sympathetic look to a devious glare happened in such a manner, you almost didn’t even place the change. Ben’s mouth curved into a smirk, his eyes mischievous as he buttoned the front of your jeans and zipped them back up. 

“That’s real tough, sweetheart. Maybe you’ll remember this next time. Why don’t you go tell the team that dad took care of your mistake? You don’t need to be scolded twice.” Ben swatted you on the butt as you headed toward the door, knowing the thin walls already alerted everyone of what was going on. Eyes clouded with the shame of disappointing Ben, you only nodded in response, realizing that whining and complaining about his denial was only going to get you into a bigger predicament.

“Hey,” Ben grabbed your hand, twirling you around before you had to go face the rest of the team. His lips grazed the top of your ear, the heat of his whisper making your stomach turn, “Don’t look so sad, this is a teaching moment. If you take it like a champ, I’ll give you a reward later.”

[velartis]

“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY

[novella-november]

Do you have the Libby library app?

If not, download it to your phone, and under "Add library card" select the button to search for a library and start typing in "queer"...

Sign up with an email, no actual address required, and you are good to go 🏳️‍🌈

[ID: A screenshot of the Queer Liberation Library Libby main page, showing 6 titles, one of which is an audio book. The titles displayed are the Trans Teen Survival Guide; Mutual Aid: Building Solidarity During This Crisis (and the next); We Will Be Shelter: Poems for Survival; Tomboy Survival Guide; A Burst of Light and Other Essays; and Saving Our Own Lives: A Liberatory Practice of Harm Reduction. End ID]

(thank you @teddypoi-qd for the ID!]

EDIT: Here is the Queer Liberation Library's donation page!

[mossworth]

Guys, queers. Specifically my fellow queers.

I work at a library. We do this thing where, every so often, we weed the collection. It hurts to see books go, but it's necessary to make sure there's room in the library for new materials.

I have seen so much support for the library in text, and I've seen folks pass around those beautiful "queer your library" flyers. Keep doing that. That's great. Nothing wrong with that. But you HAVE to turn your words into action. We MUST remember to actually go to our local organizations and libraries and actually, with our own fucking hands, interact with these materials we want to see more of.

My branch is medium-sized for a library, maybe a little small. We don't have as many materials as I'd like, but we have fundamentals. Tell me why, even with all the verbal support I've gotten from my local community for the library as a resource for our LGBT+ community, every single trans biography and a good chunk of our vaguely queer theory books were on the list. This isn't a scheme to take the books off the shelves, it isn't another bigoted American governmental push. The only thing we look at when we weed is how long it's been since the last time the item was checked out.

Three years.

No one in my community interacted in any meaningful way with the few books on trans life and history we physically had on the shelves for three fucking years.

I promise you the materials you want and need are there, but this isn't a horde. This isn't a static safety net. You have to use them. You MUST use them or, in the future, maybe in three years, they *won't* be there anymore.

This isn't a vague post, there's no one person I'm hinting at or calling out. I'm not even talking directly to anyone who's directly in my line of sight. I just want everyone to hear this. Big library, small library, whatever. Doesn't matter. Please, we cannot be losing our shelf visibility like this.

[hauntedhotel]

Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?

Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.

Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?

Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.