LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>"Anne had thought herself quite finished with wanting, but this want, once stumbled upon, would not quietly lay itself down in the grave with the others." Eight years changes a person, but not beyond all recognition. Fred Wentworth and Anne Elliot, years after a final break, find that they are more alike, in some respects, than they thought before.</blockquote> ➤ a rewrite of Persuasion featuring butch 4 butch Anne/Frederick ➤ god it's so GOOD and I am so EMOTIONAL about it ➤ I love all the ways in which it is both the same and different, the ways their identities affect the things they do and the choices they make ➤ and I mentioned in an earlier post how meaningful it is to be able to see gender non-conforming people like me in historical fiction, living their lives, finding ways to be happy, finding their community. shaking hands with them across time. I see you and you see me. ➤ making Persuasion specifically be the story told is so perfect too because of how it's about getting to know yourself better when you've had time to grow up more ➤ also there's lots of excellently-researched historical content ➤ and lots of feels ➤ READ IT READ IT READ IT ➤ it's such a lovely ending and I nearly cried about it ➤ 47k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Shi Qingxuan rarely felt tempted to drink much when she was hanging out with Ming Yi. It was easy enough in her presence, even while sober, for Shi Qingxuan to reassure herself, Everyone loves you and you're the most beautiful person around and Ge is proud of you and you are wished well in every room you leave.</blockquote> ➤ also on dw at https://appendix.dreamwidth.org/9769.html ➤ and dvd commentary at https://headstone.dreamwidth.org/12520.html ➤ the destabilizing sense of uncertainty sqx has despite at the same time having a deep well of trust for and delight in Ming Yi's place in sqx's life! and that same sense of uncertainty/certainty in her own self too, and the ways in which the backstory segments intertwine with the now

<blockquote>my/nyy for #svsssrpweek2023 - Insomnia Liu Mingyan flies low over Qing Jing, making her way back to her own peak after her visit with her brother. There’s been no further demon activity since the Immortal Alliance Conference, but there’s no need to draw undue attention even so.</blockquote> ➤ love both the stuff about nyy & lbh, nyy & sqq, as well as the nyy/lmy

<blockquote>Outside, San Niang has long finished the quota of charity Xie Lian allotted her. She's drinking something from the bakery on the corner—probably one of their dreadful, bitter coffees. The wind is making a mess of her hair. Yearning plants a seed in Xie Lian's heart.</blockquote>

<blockquote>100 days before the Fire / Lizzy was in the kitchen, chopping onions, when Nina walked in the front door to their apartment. “I’m in here,” she called, as though the rhythmic sound of her knife might not be enough to give her location away. Dinner would be simple tonight; Lizzy was too tired to spend much longer on her feet than she had already. She was looking forward to a weekend of doing nothing, catching up on sleep, maybe working on some of the million projects she always meant to get started and then never did. Nina appeared in the doorway a couple minutes later, leaning against the frame. Her curly hair was a little damp; the weather had been grey and rainy off and on all day. “So you remember I had that doctor’s appointment today,” Nina said softly. “Yeah?” Lizzy dropped the chopped bits of onion into the hot oil, where they started to hiss. “What’d he say?” “He said it’s time.”</blockquote> ➤ this is gorgeous

<blockquote>Outside the Cloud Recesses, rumors spread with delighted fervor, and soon it became common knowledge even among the obediently gossip-free Lan disciples (who, after all, had to descend from the mountain to complete their nighthunts) that Sect Leader Lan was looking for a wife. / Recounting a life lived in absence.</blockquote> ➤ post-canon lxc finding a way to live a long and full life while never really getting over what happened in canon. As the author says, not exactly a happy ending, but a satisfying one.

Summary: <blockquote>“What’s a stone butch and why aren’t they real?” Jiang Cheng asks, too buzzed to care too much about not being up on lesbian culture. Huaisang pats Jiang Cheng on the no-man’s-land between her boobs and her shoulder. “You’re so useless, Jiang Cheng. A stone butch is a fictional hottie who doesn’t make you do any work at all, just wants to give head and fuck you stupid on her strap.” “Fictional?” Jiang Cheng echoes, having - not a moment, per se, but sort of a problem where her thoughts are going too fast for her poor drunken brain to keep up with. “Nobody actually wants to fuck a chick who’s too lazy to eat you out after,” Huaisang mumbles. / After leaving Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s bachelorette party, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang decide to experiment with some outdated stereotypical lesbian sex roles.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Perhaps most tragic of all is the absence of Andy Burgess outside of Scranton history. We know that she was brave and determined based on her actions during the Scranton Flood. We know that she loved and was loved in return, that her final thoughts on the day of her death were about Nile. But who she was outside of that has been lost to the pages of history. Though many people have shown up over the years claiming to be her family, there has been no actual proven familial link to this day. In many ways, Andy Burgess exists because of Nile's letters, her words doing more to immortalize the Hero of Scranton's human existence than any biographical text to date...And perhaps, at the end of the day, this was the greatest demonstration of Nile's love for Andy Burgess: to keep her alive long after she was gone." - Smith, A. (2079). The missing link: A study of the absence of women in early twenty-first century queer studies. Queer Studies, 2(22).</blockquote> ➤ the one where andy died

<blockquote>It was the first time James had seen Y’suf in nearly two Turns, since his best Harper – for intelligence as much as song – had gone to a Hatching at Ista Weyr and never come back, suddenly thrust into a new life as a brown dragonrider.</blockquote> ➤ a pern au where the characters are working on fixing all the oogy gender and sexuality stuff that goes on in the canon! beautiful ➤ so far: A Queen Weyr Flying Free Out Of The Blue Piece By Fragile Piece

<blockquote>It wasn’t that she’d joined up because of Polly, per se. The notion had been percolating for some time. Somewhere between the coffee fiasco and the sack of beans delivered straight to her skull via pigeon, her military record had gotten a little … embarrassing. Mal did not generally do embarrassing. She was quite sure that she could do better the second time around. The question she’d been stuck on was how much difference that would make if Borogravia itself could not do better.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Magnon wants a better life. It does not come about the way she expects.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gerta was correct about most of what happened when they got home: there was a lot of crying, and a feast. Then over the following weeks came the endless retelling of the story that she and Janna had put together with her grandmother, after the first bout of crying was over but before the feast.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A chance meeting between two women in Monte Carlo.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tabitha walks, and thinks of shoes. She has been thinking about shoes for a very long time: the length of three and a half pairs, to be precise, though it’s hard to reckon in iron. Easier to reckon how many pairs are left: of the seven she set out with, three remain, strapped securely against the outside of the pack she carries, weighing it down. The seasons won’t keep still, slip past her with the landscape, so she can’t say for certain whether a year of walking wears out a sole, but it seems about right. She always means to count the steps, starting with the next pair, but it’s easy to get distracted. She thinks about shoes because she cannot move forward otherwise: each iron strap cuts, rubs, bruises, blisters, and her pain fuels their ability to cross rivers, mountains, airy breaches between cliffs. She must move forward, or the shoes will never be worn down. The shoes must be worn down.</blockquote> ➤ In which the heroines of two fairy tales help each other recognize how terribly she's been treated and run away together. Plausibly-deniable femslash, I think, though maybe the author meant it as gen

<blockquote>An answer to the prompt: Write a quick story of falling in love for each of Tamora Pierce's the Circle of Magic characters.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Bandits came for Lalasa’s family and burned the whole farm out, except for her, because she had been at the river washing clothes. Lalasa did not miss her father or her brothers for all the long years of her life, which should tell you something about her. She cried for them anyway, and that should tell you something too. -- Retelling of Page and Squire from Lalasa's POV.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“If it’s the first time that is the worst, and it gets better after that, then I won’t—won’t you—I don’t want him to be your first,” Agnieszka is saying, hotly. She gnaws at her lower lip, staring down at Kasia, still clutching their hands together. Her face is blotchy and pale all at once. “Let me. I’ll—with you. Let me do this for you, with you.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Third grade has far-rippling effects. About twenty years on, the kids remember Ms. Frizzle's impact on their lives, each in their own way. Gen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Svetlana is lonely, and Florence is there, and that's all the excuse they need.</blockquote> ➤ I'm so glad this fic exists. It is great.

<blockquote>When I first became her personal maid, I thought of Rebecca as my absolute opposite: delicate where I was hard, as rose-mouthed and sensuous as I was pale and papery.</blockquote>

<blockquote>People don't win Daisy's games. It's why Jordan doesn't play.</blockquote> ➤author's note: <blockquote>So, the idea that Jordan suffers from vast, enrequited love for Daisy stuck me in a blinding flash of inspiration, and I was very disappointed in the internet when it failed to provide fic. So I wrote it myself!</blockquote>

<blockquote>After her father dies with the Ninth, Flavia is sent to Britannia to live with her uncle Aquila. There she meets a pair of British girls, and together the three of them change each other's lives in ways they could never have expected.</blockquote>