Books Were Only One Type Of Receptacle Where We Stored A Lot Of Things We Were Afraid We Might Forget.

Isn't that G's house?

autism be damned my boy can work a grill

📸 veloncc

📸 Riejanne Markus

The amount of times I use 😭 emoji to express a million different emotions in a day should be studied.

Flying books!

An art installation by J. Ignacio Diaz de Rabago in the stairwell of the Gardner Stacks, UC Berkeley.

Photo by Tracy Wong

When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.

Do I finally need to drag Priest Wout out of the drafts??

Challenge 33: Holy

The challenge this week for this community is: Holy. Feel free to take it in any direction you like. As a reminder, this blog is always accepting prompt suggestions.

Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.

We also now have an AO3 tag you can use when posting: Tumblr: cycleprompttuesday

Posting starts now until next Tuesday, when a new prompt will be posted.

"Watched the aerial bliss of coupled dragonflies. Even heard their wings, an ecstatic sound like paper flaps in bicycle spokes. Gazed on a slowworm exploring a miniature Amazonia around the roots where I lay. Silent? Not altogether, no. Was woken much later, by first spots of rain. Cumulonimbi were reaching critical mass. Sprinted back to Zedelghem as fast as I'll ever run again, just to hear the rushing roar in my ear canals and feel the first fat droplets pound my face like xylophone hammers."

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell