live a little, get around

rachel. 28. imagining sisyphus unhappy.

[illusive-delusions]

got screamed at and called a bitch by a library patron today after spending all morning bending over backwards trying to help them, i’m so so tired

[illusive-delusions]

update: she left a one star review that mentioned me by name, and she forgot to delete the chatgpt prompt before she posted it

[illusive-delusions]

got screamed at and called a bitch by a library patron today after spending all morning bending over backwards trying to help them, i’m so so tired

[malinaa]

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

[illusive-delusions]

this week in working at the public library: i stopped an 85 year old woman from sending $14,500 to an internet scammer!!

[bloodyhandprint]

sorry to anyone who followed me for anything. you're not getting that

[cricketsatnight]

Frank gets served divorce papers at work-truthers where are we

[hamyilton]

[thingsfromthedirt]

Houseboat: Reflections of North America's Floating Homes... History architecture, and Lifestyles (1977)

Ben Dennis and Betsy Case

[fellowshipincynicism]

anyone else get hard and start moaning when talking to their platonic coworker or is that just a frank langdon thing

[stuckinapril]

(me ever since I was 12) okay I actually need to get it together now

[bonivers]

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic july 1, confetti (wc: 493/382)

The patient in South 16 put up a real fight. 

The guy's right eye had caught the blast of a confetti cannon at a gender reveal party. One particularly aggressive piece of plastic had become lodged under his eyelid, leaving a nasty corneal laceration behind. He was, comically, still covered in pink and gold shrapnel, and Frank struggled not to make jokes about the pieces fluttering to the hospital floor as he became more and more agitated. 

"Am I going to go blind?" he kept asking, jerking his head away from Frank's hands. "Jesus Christ, you're going to make me go blind!"

Frank tried to assure him that he was “probably not going to go blind,” and the guy swore at him for it.

By the time he was able to make some initial assessments and pass him off to an ophthalmologist, Frank had a headache and a persistent itch at the top of his spine. He needed a minute to breathe. He needed an aspirin, or a coffee, or maybe just- 

"Hey, Dr. Langdon," Mel said, appearing suddenly beside him, a shot of adrenaline. (She didn’t usually startle him like this - he’d always had a pretty good radar for where she was in relation to him.) "Are you okay?"

Frank groaned theatrically, ready to embellish his story about the confetti cannon asshole for her, when she reached up and placed a gentle hand on the back of his neck. 

It was out of body. He didn’t understand it - he wasn’t used to her touch. Sometimes, recently, it felt like they were both going out of their way to not touch.

Her fingers curled under his collar, and every last one of his arm hairs stood on end. Her knuckles brushed the top of his spine and he felt it in his knees. She was digging around under his scrubs, under his undershirt, skin on skin.

What the fuck is happening right now? 

She'd asked him a question, hadn’t she? He couldn’t bring himself to remember.

"Got it," Mel said, sliding some foreign thing out from under his shirt. 

She held it up between her middle and index fingers: a single piece of confetti, soft pink and delicate.

Frank faintly realized the itch was gone.

"Sorry. I noticed it slipping down and it was going to drive me nuts," she said. Then she looked away from him, down at the floor, like she was embarrassed. 

Frank shoved his hands in his pockets before she could notice them shaking.

"Yeah, me too." He said. "Thanks."

Mel was already walking away. "Mmhmm, no problem,” she mumbled back, without turning around.

He watched as, a few steps down the hall, she absentmindedly slipped the piece of pink plastic into her pocket.

He shivered and clasped a hand to the back of his neck, gripping hard. Maybe if he pinched the skin enough he’d leave a mark. Maybe he’d feel it for the rest of the day.

[junglejim4322]

What a nice night let’s remember it forever

[briony-tallis]

DEATH BY LIGHTNING HAS BEAT THE NOT FUNNY ALLEGATIONS

[urgetocreate]

Elena Wuest (Kazakhstan/German b.1977), Lost in a Dream, 2026, Oil on canvas

[melika-elena]

Commissioned art, in full, from the super-talented @audreyvoilax for my & @melheartsfrank’s Kingdon-Star Trek AU beyond restraint.