#careing

You have the makings of greatness in you!

Just like the makers you admire and get inspired by, you have great potential to achieve your creative goals.

To those that have always felt they were destined to live in the shadow of other creators, who always feel blocked and ignored because every post is immediately covered by a more experienced artist and their work that you question if you should even continue trying…

You can surpass those thoughts and come out amazing with practice, and a little support for your confidence.

No artist woke up with amazing talent, yes some have a natural gift that helps them, but hard work can be just as amazing of resource and give fantastic results

I don’t know about anyone else, but as a Librarian Assistant myself I would like to encourage people to talk to their librarians. From what I have seen they are interested and care about what you like to read and what you are working on. Take the time to thank them for organizing and dusting the shelves. There is a lot that goes on behind the scenes, so let your librarian know you care.

When our location still had a full fledged librarian (due lockdown she got fired), I was an assistant here at the college. I didn’t even have overlapping shifts with her but I would see her around and I also practically lived in the library when not working. She wanted so much to help people learn and understand how to find information. She wanted to teach people how to figure things out for themselves and aid reading on any topic. A lot of the time though she just wanted someone to talk with. She had grueling hours and a commute. She always stayed longer then she was allowed too and kept working because we never had enough help around. I always did what I could but many of the finer details only an actual librarian was allowed to initiate. It was really stressful but she did it all with a smile on her face. I just did what I was told and made sure to chat and listen. She liked talking about her travels and all the places she had been. She had so many stories built up inside her and no one around to listen most of the time. Once she took up my entire shift talking about her time being a Chaplin on a Battlecruiser or something equally outrageous. 

The thing you have to realize about true Librarians is they need a Masters degree in Library arts in order to have the actual title. They have people working under them that do a lot of the same things but a real librarian worked hard to do a very specific thing. I have only meet a few librarians, but I get the distinct feeling that they did it because that is what they love. They love learning and wanted to be in a place where they spend their time helping others learn. 

The happiest I ever saw our librarian was when a student asked for help or asked her how her day was. Sometimes she became overwhelmed by the quantity of things she had to do, and it was interactions like that that kept her going. It can be a really taxing position depending on the situation. I love working at the library and I want people to give some recognition to the librarians that keep them running. 

For the lovely @im-lad-ris​

The day was late, you had been fatigued all day from your current condition. You felt your body shiver as you laid underneath the thin blankets. You had been helped all day but secretly you hated it. You hated being in a weak state but you couldn’t help but accept everyone’s help. You had been laying in bed and hated having to stay in one spot for such a long time. Maidens would bring you food and medicine but all the while keeping you from getting up. Luckily you were quite clever. You had told them you were going to bed and asked them to leave you in peace. You needed a moment to yourself in the fresh air, you waited in the bed until you heard them close the doors and snuff out the rest of the candles making the room only illuminated by the moonlight. You stood up and felt the cold floor against your bare feet as you put on a fairly warm robe, you climbed one of the thin pillars of the room and down the tree leading you to a small walkway in between the trees. You smiled to yourself for finally being out of that stuffy room but soon it was followed by coughing.

You muffled the sound with your hand as you slowly walked down the path. You noticed above you a few tree branches curved and bent enough for you to walk up. You managed to reach the top of the treeline. Feeling the cool night air against your face made you sigh in bliss as you curled your toes feeling the wood beneath you as you leaned your back to feel secure. You felt your breathing become easier as you held your robe close to you. The cold against the warmth coursing through your body made you feel strange but at peace. Your eyes started to become heavy as you feel your eyes flutter and the last sight you saw was the full moon high above the trees with the stars following behind. 

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You felt your body jerk awake as you started to cough once more. You opened your eyes to see the full moon had moved a bit, clearly an hour or so had passed. But even more strange you felt your body slightly warmer than before. You didn’t feel the rough wood against your back and instead felt low breathing as if someone were asleep. You turned your head to see your suspicions were right. It was Haldir, the MarchWarden. The one elf you had your sights set on and here he was asleep with his arms around your small frame. You honestly weren’t sure what to do, should you wake him up or just fall back asleep in his arms. You sighed as you brought a hand to his shoulder and gently shook him. He grumbled a little as his eyes opened to reveal beautiful blue eyes and in the moonlight, you could easily mistake them for the brightest and fairest of stars. You saw him bring a hand to the back of his neck adjusting it but once he sight was set on you he paused. He looked at you at gave a small smirk.

“Ah, so you finally decided to wake.”

You pouted your lips as you crossed your arms and turned your head away from him. 

“Well...Y...You didn’t have to stay.”

He chuckled as you felt his hand on your shoulder bringing you closer to him. You noticed his cloak was on your back, he must have put it on to keep you warm. You couched once more and you could see Haldir’s with a worried expression as he brought a hand to your back lightly patting you. You felt a little weak as you pulled his cloak around you even tighter.

“Perhaps you should get some rest.”

You sighed. As much as you loved the fresh air you knew you couldn’t stay outside for too long. You nodded your head as you tried standing up but you felt your body get picked up in his arms. You felt a small blush on your cheeks as couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked down at you and seeing your face turn red he brought a hand to your forehead. 

“Your fever seems to be gone, are you feeling alright?”

You sighed as you brought your hand onto his chest and rested your head against his shoulder. You felt him stand up and gently walking down the tree branches. You felt your body becoming more relaxed as you felt him walking into your room. You felt the softness of the bed below you as he gently placed you down and placed the blanket over you. You moved onto your side to see Haldir placing a hand once more on your forehead. You smiled at his touch as he returned a smile to you. You saw him stand up and started to walk away from you as you quickly grabbed his hand making him stop in his tracks looking down at your hand. 

“Y/n?”

“Please...Stay with me. It would make me feel better.”

He looked slightly shocked but soon a huge smile came across his face as he removed his quiver and bow and gently laid down next to you. You felt him holding your hand close to his heart. Every beat of his heart made you feel at peace. 

“Are you comfortable?”

He asked as he looked down at you. You nodded as you started to fall asleep. 

“Haldir...Thank you.”

A few moments of silence passed before you felt enough strength in you to speak once more.

“I...love you.”

Haldir moved slightly and spoke in a gentle tone as he looked down at you. 

“I love you too.”

Early mornings

Cold soft air

And frost bitten fingers

Infinant stair

Soft giggles

And gentle smiles

Curly hair

And skating for miles

Sweaty body

And warn out lungs

Laughter and warmness

And feelings of love

Falling down

And "are you okay's"

Laughing and smiling