LINKDING

<blockquote>Naboo artist Palo Torezi gets a request for very specific art from Lord Vader.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A young Alderaanian girl sees a princess on Bespin</blockquote> ➤ on cloud city

<blockquote>Poe guesses he’s a little fucked-up now, more than before. He certainly has a lot of nightmares. He tries to take it in stride. It doesn’t really surprise him. What had he expected? (Dead, he thinks. You expected to be dead.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>The best ever death metal band out of Denton will in time both outpace and outlive you.</blockquote> ➤ troubled teens growing up and living their lives. unexpected feelings!

<blockquote>(Or, a pregnant Diana Maturin, nee Villiers, spends her confinement at Ashgrove Cottage, writes many letters, and sends one.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Do you know what it is like, she would say, to be twenty-nine years old and trapped in your childhood room? No, the curse came before and after the dancing, not during. The curse was a locked door every night; the curse was a father who would sell his daughters for an answer; the curse was a choice between strange men’s lives and our own freedom. The curse was a soldier who would barter a stolen secret for a kingdom, for my body in his marriage-bed.</blockquote> ➤ the stories of each of the 12 dancing princesses. WHAT A GOOD

<blockquote>Most people who have reached their eighties without raising children have every right to believe that they will go on not raising them, and Judith and I were no different until the day they turned up with the social worker, neatly scrubbed and pressed inside their vac-suits and carrying cases with all their remaining worldly possessions. There were three of them like stairsteps, their black hair cut in fringes across their foreheads and their dark eyes shining out disconcertingly familiar at me. But it wasn’t until the social worker said, “Mr. Chao and Ms. Goldstein, these are your grandchildren, Enid, Richard, and Harry,” that I remembered, sheepishly, about the genes we had given all those years ago, to that nice couple from New New Prague, before they left for the Oort Cloud.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Nurse Angelica always dreamed of a day when Julia and Tybalt would be happy, surrounded by children and with loving spouses to stand between them. Now that that day has finally come, she can no longer avoid a conversation she's long deflected. A fix-it of sorts, inspired by drcalvin's "Gallant offers ill-delivered."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Before Seam technology, all we could do with the excruciating clarity of hindsight was fix systems errors and try not to make the same mistake twice. We could save people in our present, and we could save people in the future. Now we can save people in the past, too.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fantine goes out to a dance with Tholomyès, and meets an angry young man.</blockquote> ➤ first in a continuing series (Less Miserable, of which all is great series consists of: Angels and Devils A Smaller Surprise Behind the Curtain A More Joyous End Joint Venture

<blockquote>This is the story that was supposed to be about owls and ended up being, in part, about Israel's bombing of Lebanon in 2006.</blockquote> ➤ REALLY GOOD. I'm not sure the ending quite lives up to how good the rest of the story is, but that doesn't really matter given how good the rest of the story is

<blockquote>Welcome to The Great British Bake Off.</blockquote> ➤ I did not expect a modern AU involving baking to have this much in the way of Lady Pole feels

<blockquote>In 1830, Cosette buys a fan, and has a short conversation about mothers and motherlands. In 1833, she tries to buy another.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the wake of the Narada Incident, Number One tries to prevent war from breaking out on the edge of the Neutral Zone, and Jennifer Colt tries to survive her assignment as Admiral Pike's new assistant.</blockquote> ➤ genfic about a female character dealing with grief/loss, it's like this fic was meant for me

<blockquote>Ever since she was a small girl, she has learned to be careful on the hunt, to recognize the signs that separate regular animals from human-cursed grundwirgen. To harm a grundwirgen is a crime punishable by death by the King’s decree – a fatal mistake that her Auntie Rosa and mother have carefully prepared her to avoid. On her fifteenth birthday, when her mother is arrested and made to stand trial for grundwirgen murder, everything she thought she knew about her family and her past comes crashing down.</blockquote>

<blockquote>My mother's wedding dress was the skin of a swan, still blindingly white after more than a decade nestled in tissue paper. She would never let me try it on, no matter how hard I begged, or how my young arms ached to stretch into strong beating wings.</blockquote>

<blockquote>What does a ghost care if you're mad? They've got eternity to make you count your sins.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's one thing to stand and scream "We are not things!" It is something different to sit down in the quiet that follows and find what that means.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Maya is way too smart to get her hopes up. But the adults around her aren't making it easy to be smart.</blockquote>

By chance, Fauchelevent and Javert meet at a tobacconist's. ➤ yes good

<blockquote>Their voices filter through the sedative, an anxious duet. Kate: "The word the Ancient used for Colonel Sheppard was 'shell.' Now, I've never treated him, but I've observed him for five years, and I've always wondered." Rodney: "Wondered what?" Kate: "Didn't he ever seem a little…glib to you? He struck me as having a very weakly integrated personality, composed of traits that would normally be considered contradictory. He was a lot of different things to a lot of different people."</blockquote> ➤ I love that this is both straight-up good sga fic but ALSO amazing meta on the subject of the characterization of John Sheppard ➤ Also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/337878 under the author name Sarah T

<blockquote>Bujold ficathon prompt: "For a long time, Drou was the only person Kareen could trust."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Inspired by the lyrics, a tale of five people who love each other very much coming together at Christmas.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Flavian thought that the reason for the subterfuge was so that no one in the Wraith organization would know that Mordecai was meeting him, but the real reason was so that Flavian wouldn't know that the Wraith organization was perfectly well aware that Mordecai was meeting him. Mordecai sighed for a time when his life had been less complicated, but it had never been, really.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Not the glittering weapon fights the fight, but rather the hero's heart.” --- “I am fastest,” Volly said, and he knew this was true. The other dragons told him so; no one was faster than Volly, not in the entire Aerial Corps. “We will save friends.” -- Volly is a courier dragon, not a hero, until the day he's both. (Volly POV)</blockquote>

<blockquote>No one pays much attention to Greyling hatchings, except of course the boys to whom they mean everything.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He had always thought he would end up married to his work. He had studied hard, worked diligently, brought himself to the attention of the right people--and ended up with an appointment to the Chrestomanci’s personal staff, as high as one could rise in Flavian’s chosen profession if one hadn’t happened to be born with nine lives. And when he got there he’d found Mordecai waiting for him. Mordecai, who threw all his previous ideas into confusion.</blockquote> ➤ AUUUUUUGH OVERCOME WITH FEELINGS

<blockquote>“Jane, you’re an astrophysicist, not a storm chaser,” said Erik Selvig, and he was wrong. She was just an astrophysicist too. (A Jane Foster character study)</blockquote> ➤ oh my god this is everything

<blockquote>By this point, Dorothy was my doctor. Let me be more specific. She was the geriatric specialist who was evaluating me. On Mars. I was in for what I thought was a routine check-up to make sure I was still fit to be an astronaut. NASA liked to update its database periodically and I liked to be in that database. Not that I’d flown since I turned fifty, but I kept my name on the list in the faint hope that they would let me back into space again, and I kept going to the darn check-ups. Our previous doctor had retired back to Earth, and I’d visited Dorothy’s offices three times before she mentioned Kansas and the prairie.</blockquote> ➤ THANKS FOR MAKING ME CRY. Wow what a good story

➤ the one about polyamorous bird people