#THANKS FOR ASKING

[queerliblib]

Hi there! I was wondering: on the Libby app, there's the option on books you don't have yet to get notified if that book is ever added to the catalogue. When we hit that button, do you all get to see that as a way for us to "request" a book? Or should we still send in a formal request for the books through the form on your website?

This sounds so confusing, hopefully you understand what I'm trying to ask, but if not just say so and I'll try to explain more!

Thanks so much for all you do 🩷💞

We see those notify me tags! it definitely functions pretty similarly to the request form in the way of ‘someone wants us to have this in the library’ so we should put consider adding it to our wishlists.

one of the reasons we have the request form to start with is that we were asking people what they were interested in before we really launched - so before we we on Libby. now that we are, the notify me tags are pretty convenient in that they show us all at once how many people are interested in certain titles.

the only reason you’d really need/want to fill out the request form as well is if you have something you really want to say to add context to that request. for example, we’ve had authors say ’this is my book!’ but otherwise you really don’t have to do both.

[halemerry]

In case you were wondering I'm still thinking about the composition of this shot. The absolute split down the middle between light and dark colors. The way that despite that both sides have their own lights and their own shadows because one cannot exist without the other. The fact Aziraphale's side is a warmer sort of light that compliments Crowley's colors and Crowley's is a blueish sort of dark where the windows even look like tartan. The fact Crowley's side isn't the green dark of Hell and Aziraphale's isn't the sterile white of Heaven but are both shades shifted slightly to the left into something distinct and totally their own. It's balance - even in the middle of heartbreak - and it drives me absolutely wild.

[tgcg]

Who else are your favorite characters/ships aside from Karkat and Dave?

[illyrianbitch]

Thoughts on the Vanserras?

yes i have those all the time

[arendellepeach]

i give you: more käärijä from kaivohuone

[jadegr8]

They don't even know how special they are to me

[daily-haunted-tv]

bunny

Bunny!

[animezinglife]

Oh, to be Elain Archeron wearing a lightweight, flowy sundress while having breakfast in the garden in the morning, an excuse to say bizarre and mysterious things out loud, and two hot Fae males pining after you.

[wayward-banana]

kingdom hearts 2 is a good. good game

(^woman trying and failing to be normal about roxas)

[shkika]

Poor moon, only one iterator died ever and it was her girlfriend.

Second place in worst luck ever goes to Moonie beaten only by her dead girlfriend!!

It's hard to listen to other iterators talk about how intentional and amazing Sliver's ascension was, when all Moon feels is abandoned.

[maple-and-pie]

Could you draw me a Torchic? please

Okey this one time I will

[queerliblib]

Most libraries in the US are free only to people in the library's taxing district. Who will be able to get a QLL card? Is it a subscription library? I am watching with great eagerness - I can't wait to add a QLL card to my Libby account :)

Hello! you're absolutely right, and that's partially due to how public libraries are usually funded through local taxes. That's one of the unique things about QLL, since we're a 501(c)3 non-profit and fully funded through donations, our library will be accessible to anyone across the US* who signs up for a digital card with us! We've already met with Overdrive/Libby to confirm that we can do this.

*we are currently limited to the United States because of how ebook licensing works. It would be exciting to expand in the future, but we're just getting started.

[heich0e]

"are you... crying?"

as suna pops into your peripheral vision over the back of the sofa, you turn to hide your face from him, frantically scrubbing at your wet cheeks.

"no," you lie, sniffling pathetically.

the TV is still playing in the background, but it does little to hide the sound.

rintarou hoists his body over the back of the couch, nestling himself and his unjustifiably long limbs into place beside you. he wiggles around while he tries to get comfortable.

"isn't this a kids movie?" he asks you flatly, eyes flickering between the television screen and your face, though you still refuse to meet his gaze. "you're crying over a movie made for children."

you finally turn to look at him, your features pinched in indignation. "lilo and stitch is appropriate for all viewing ages, thank you."

rintarou quirks a brow at your fury, doing nothing to hide his amusement. if his expression tells you anything, it's that he's achieved the exact reaction he'd been hoping for, which only irritates you more.

"wouldn't know," he says with a shrug, the light from the tv flickering across his features, "i've never seen it."

you gape. "if you've never seen it then you can't judge me! you don't even know what it's about."

suna's enjoying your upset far too much, just like he always does. he scooches a little closer to you, tucking his feet under the blanket you have thrown across your lap.

"it's about some little blue monster, right?"

"he's an alien," you correct him pointedly, "and they think he's a dog."

"weird looking dog," suna remarks. he reaches out and swipes at a tear still clinging to your cheek with his thumb. you suppress sudden the urge to bite his hand. "why'd the ugly dog make you cry?"

your lip wobbles again as you turn your attention back to the screen.

you don't want to tell him.

you don't want to tell him.

"he was watching his family have fun without him, and he felt left out," you croak out, voice watery. "he tried to build a sandcastle on his own tummy."

it's quiet for a second, only the voices of the characters on screen playing though the darkness of your living room.

"you're pathetic."

his actions are in direct contradiction to his words, because even as he chides you rintarou is wrapping his arms around you comfortingly, pulling you into his lap.

"he just wants a family," you warble, tucking your face against the collar of your boyfriend's sweatshirt. his hand pats gently over your back, the other tugging the blanket up around you both as he nestles you back into the sofa.

"doesn't he have one? who are those people?" he asks, nodding forward towards the screen.

"that's lilo and her older sister, and the hunky guy is david."

"hunky?" rintarou asks, his voice lilting up in what sounds like genuine concern and mild offense.

you snort.

"yeah, he's hot," you say, snuggling even further into suna's chest. "he's nani, the older sister's, love interest."

"so he's like me?" suna asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close. "and you're nani?"

"no i'm the guy whose ice cream keeps getting knocked off his cone," you shake your head. "and you're scrump."

"scrump?" suna mutters in confusion.

"wanna restart the movie?" you ask, peeking up at him hopefully.

he looks down at you, his eyes following the lines of your face for a moment. he smiles a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"yeah, alright," he agrees once he pulls away, reaching for the remote. "i wanna see who this scrump guy is. must be handsome if you say he looks like me."

[occudo]

HI!! could i please use your jump scare simon fairchild as a pfp on an alt account?? (you would be credited in my bio) im like actually in love with it

Sure thing!

[ibtisams]

are all palestinians queer

Yes!

[turtle-babe83]

Can you do another mating season with Leonardo X F reader

Per our messages: Where it's mating season and the reader doesn't see 'it' coming?

😈😈😈😈

Yours to Take

Leo x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Leonardo was an ideal mix of stern leader and silly goofball. You loved that he was so serious about his duties but could cut loose with you and make you laugh. He was the perfect boyfriend. Dependable, attentive, kind and oh so handsome.

So…who the hell was this shoving you against the wall of the sewer tunnel, his hot breath moistening the back of your neck? Whose snout was breathing your scent into his lungs and expelling growls of desire? Levelheaded Leo would never be so forward. You had just ventured into the realm of physical intimacy as a couple and your first time together was sweet and soft. The kind of lovemaking you would expect from a gentleman such as Leo. That's what you liked. That's what you wanted. Wasn't it?

The next moan to echo against the thick concrete walls was long and needy...and it was yours.

"Leo!" you gasped as his teeth raked over the throbbing pulse in your neck.

He pressed his hips harder against you and his erection nestled in your legging-covered ass. A gush of liquid lust dampened your panties, and he groaned as if he knew. You had to swallow hard at the desperate sounds coming from him.

Leo panted beside your ear, grinding his thickness harder between your cheeks as best he could, "M-mate...need...god I need you!"

"What?"

Your question went unanswered as he suddenly ripped you from the wall and lifted you into his strong arms. You closed your eyes tight and held on as he raced back to the lair and didn't slow until he reached his bedroom and locked the door behind him. You stumbled across the room and turned to finally get a good look at your terrapin beau.

Leo's eyes were dilated, and his breathing was ragged. He sniffed at the air much like an animal scenting the wind. And that's when it hit you. He was very much behaving like an animal...in rut. Oh shit.

“Leo?” you whimpered, embarrassed by how desperate your voice sounded. “Leo, do you, um…is this…god…are you in heat?!”

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to get himself under control. When he opened them again, there was a tinge of embarrassment in his expression. His fists clenched and unclenched over and over as he looked anywhere but at you.

Finally, he spoke, “Y/n, I-uh-I’m so sorry about this. My behavior is inexcusable. I’m going to try to stay right here so you can leave. Don’t come back for about a week, even if I call and beg,” he winced at that, “and for the love of pizza, do not run. I’m hardwired to give chase.”

You stared at him for a long moment fiddling with the hem of your shirt. If you left now, he would be okay, right?

“What do you usually do when this time comes around?” you whispered.

Leo looked pained. He gestured loosely with his hand but the implication was clear: he jerked himself off.

“Does it help?” you asked, curious. Apparently, you couldn’t just take the opening he gave you to leave. But did you really want to? What would it be like to have the wilder, rawer side of Leonardo between your legs?

His laugh was forced and on the edge of hysterical as he struggled visibly to control himself against his urges.

“Does it help? Does it help?!” he repeated, incredulous. “Like trying to quench a wildfire with a bottle of water.”

He looked at you then, maddening lust darkening his brilliant blue eyes, and gave you one last plea, “Go now.”

But your mind, you realized, had been made up the moment he said he needed you. He didn’t know it yet, but you loved him, truly loved him. And by god, you would do whatever he needed you to do. You shook your head and started stripping swiftly. One rumbled churr was all the warning you got, then you were naked and beneath him on his bed. You weren’t sure how he managed to shuck his own apparel so fast but there was no time to think about it further, not when his mouth was sealed over yours and he was kissing you like his life depended on it. Perhaps his sanity did. Coherent thought left you as your senses came alive under his skillful hands. Mmm, he smelled so good. Why did he smell so good? You wanted to drink him in. When you tore your mouth from his to gulp for air, he moved to your collarbone to nip and lick at your tender flesh.

“Leo,” you sighed, cradling the back of his head as he traveled down to lavish attention on your breasts.

A deep churr vibrated against your lower abdomen as he settled over you. He sucked in a mouthful of boob, rubbing his tongue roughly against the hard pebbled nipple. You ran your heels languidly up and down the backs of his thighs as you savored the pull of his lips and the heat it generated below. All too soon, he was on the move again. Kisses trailed down your belly and tickled your hipbones, until finally he paused, hovering over your damp core. You bit your lip, watching and waiting, feeling more liquid leak down to your crack as he stared so intensely. Then his brilliant blue eyes lifted to yours and your breath caught.

“I’m going to fucking devour you,” he whispered, simply.

You had to bite your fist to keep from moaning too loud as he dove in with ferocious intensity. You were sure that he was writing out a poem in Japanese with his tongue and you were grateful to be his parchment. Every swipe, every flick of his tongue was efficient and effective with flawless accuracy. It was too much and yet not enough as you climbed closer to ecstasy. His strong arms held your body immobile as you tried to buck and roll your hips. Even in this state of mind, Leonardo was in complete control.

When he worked a finger inside you and curled it just so, you came with a shout of his name. He latched onto your clit and suckled gently as you rode out your release. Turning his head, he pressed a press to your inner thigh, then pulled his finger clear of your pussy and popped it in his mouth. His eyes closed as he sucked your juices from the digit, savoring your taste. Then he sat up and looked over your flushed body with a sinful smile.

Leo licked his lips and murmured, “I’m glad you stayed, but you really don’t know what you’ve just agreed to.”

“Marathon sex?” you giggled.

He wrapped his hand around his bobbing cock and gave it a firm jerk. A bit of precum spilled over and he smeared it around the tip. He rolled you over and you happily raised your ass in the air, head and shoulders low in anticipation. Leo lined himself up behind you and shoved his cock to the hilt, holding there for a moment with fingers tight on your hips.

“Marathon doesn’t begin to cover it, love. You’re gonna need to call into work this week and probably a few days after. I don’t know if you’ll be able to walk,” he explained. Then he leaned over your back and whispered in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you nearly nonstop for hours.”

Then he pulled nearly out, slamming back home with enough force to scoot you forward a few inches across the mattress. Thinking quickly, you pressed your hands to the headboard and braced yourself. His thrusts were jarring but effective on the heels of your first orgasm of the night. He was striking every nerve ending as he sank deliciously deep. The room was filled with the steady slap of skin on skin, his constant churring and your breathless moans. As his pace picked up and he rocked you hard enough to damn near raise your haunches off the bed, you felt that familiar tingle begin anew.

“Leo!” you groaned. “I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum again!”

Leo grunted, slipped an arm under your right leg and lifted it, opening you wider for his assault.

“Me too!” he gasped, hips stuttering.

Then suddenly, you felt the heat of his release filling you up. He strained and pushed his cock as deep as he could.

“You okay?” he asked in a strained voice.

You were a little frustrated that you hadn’t cum yet but since he did technically give you one beforehand, you figured it was fair so you nodded. But then, you realized he was still lodged within your walls and hard as stone. Leo pressed several kisses across your upper back and shoulders, and then he began to thrust again. Your combined fluids made you even slicker and he held your hips flush to his groin, bucking up fast and sure. Your orgasm rose back to the surface rapidly and sounds emanated from your throat that you didn’t even know you could make.

“Didn’t really think we were done yet, did you? I warned you it was nonstop,” he muttered, apologetically. “Let’s see how many times you can cum on my cock tonight, shall we?”

As your walls tightened and legs shook from the force of another beautiful release, you began to babble about how good he was to you and how much you loved him. Leo reached down and circled your clit through it all, pressing his cheek to your sweaty back.

“I love you, too,” he burst out, nuzzling your skin. “My mate. Mine.”

You could only agree, sobbing from the intensity of your pleasure.

“Yours. God, I’m all yours!”

His cock continued to plunge in and out as cum slid down your thighs. He knew there was no going back after this mating season. You were bound together now and he would never let you go. Not that he needed to worry.

It was exactly where you wanted to be.

💙

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