LINKDING

<blockquote>“you have learned love but not self-consciousness, because love does not beget self. there’s no need for heart and body to love; no need for mind or soul though you have both, programmed for one and grew the other like a struggling sprout in a crack on the pavement, just for him, just like him. ” The Passenger and the Computer, in the midst of the all black everything. Time once more has meaning, and humanity must be redefined.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The currents seemed to pull the empty ache out of her, as though her body were just a translucent husk. And then the sound of her heart beating inside her would remind her it was time to surface, and she would feel the slight throbbing of her body asking to live, and reluctantly, made aware again of her natural place above water, she would rise.</blockquote> ➤ about a free-diver in the mediterranean. A lovely story of grief and loss and living, well-grounded in its setting.

<blockquote>The Ivory Sun was brilliant on the day the orphan arrived at the Citadel of Six-and-Twenty Wonders. She had come across a desert and a half, from a small mountain town of no repute, a town with only three moons and no stars at all to speak of. The girl’s name was Rayyana, and she had come to the Citadel to paint.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Today I looked out,” she reads, “and I saw my name among the stars.”</blockquote> ➤ in which Tosh works on a translation project ➤ also at http://femgenficathon.livejournal.com/77183.html

<blockquote>In Japan, it is not too much to say that everything is about appearances.   It is a habit cultivated over a life-time, and not one easy to break.</blockquote> ➤ a Miko character study ➤ series consists of: Zoh-onna Omote Tadaima ➤ also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/1182813

<blockquote>No one noticed the one man who left the city gates on foot, following a flock of starlings winging towards Mantua. A sequel of sorts to sail upon the bosom of the air: a few things that might have happened next.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For drcalvin: "do write us crackfic where Mercutio gives everyone in Verona sexually transmitted wings!" Less...cracky than originally intended. More of a fairytale fix-it. Where everyone in Verona has sexually transmitted wings.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Gaila escapes from the Syndicate a little earlier than she planned, she finds an unexpected companion - a Vulcan Starfleet commander.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jehan and Enjolras discuss love and liberty (and gay rights--no, this is not a modern AU).</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Cougar goes home, goes on a road trip, and learns to cook.</blockquote> ➤ (or, where Cougar takes his dying grandmother to mexico and learns how to EXPRESS FEELINGS THROUGH FOOD)

<blockquote>In which Susan identifies "Where's My Cow" as a proto-talismanic anchor for Young Sam's continued health and existence, and tries very hard not to wonder what the Vimes' butler does on his day off. There may also be a lesson about the meaning of Hogswatch, but no one wants to talk about that.</blockquote>

<blockquote>You know all those Betan survey ships that go into wormholes and don’t come out? They go to Narnia</blockquote>

<blockquote>When he had counted six hundred seconds, he turned on the light again and took two pieces of paper out of his wallet. One was a picture of Saturn, its rings, and two of its moons; that picture had arrived on earth on November 3, 1980, exactly six years, four months, and three days before Isaac was born, though it had been taken by the Voyager 1 spacecraft before that, because light took time to travel no matter where in the universe you were (at least on the scale at which humans and spacecraft operated). The other was a list of things from Dr. Mazzy that were okay, and the third thing on the list was 'making mistakes'. He read the whole list over four times, focusing on those two words in particular. He didn't forget things; sometimes he just didn't remember to remember them. He decided it was okay to make a mistake when he was excited, and he was excited. On Friday, Rick would be back. That made thinking about anything else difficult.</blockquote> ➤ in which the pov character is on the autism spectrum, and his best-friend-since-childhood (and boyfriend now) films things, a job involving lots of exciting travel and stories

<blockquote>There was a time when the woods near Duva ate girls…or so the story goes. But it’s just possible that the danger may be a little bit closer to home.</blockquote> ➤ The nature and identity of good and bad in this story is very interesting, and definitely commentary on traditional fairy tales

<blockquote>Illyan combines security and sociopolitical investigation, much to Alys's discomfiture.</blockquote> ➤ On the Vor/prole divide, and being mistaken for a servant outside of uniform

<blockquote>"Last I heard," interrupted Golovin, whose sweet smile softened what would otherwise have been a sharp profile, "the point of a free country is that you can buy your coffee and listen to your music where you please, and that you can sell that coffee and play that music for somebody without anybody interrogating anybody about political preferences first. Or are you fellows Soviets? Because if you are, I--" "Don't get cute," growled Sanders, who had a voice like thunder and had never, in the six years Les had worked under him, been afraid to use it. He pulled Brenner's sheet toward him and pointed to the top line. "November 8 of last year, three Negros with known communist sympathies were arrested coming out of your establishment--" "Is liking music while being colored a federal crime now?" Golovin folded his arms and looked smug. In another context, that might have gotten him at least a chuckle; here, no one was laughing.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It was the war's fault that she was there, in dungarees and with all her wavy red hair tied back in a kerchief, her hands grubby in the crevices of her knuckles and palms, holding pneumatic tools she hadn't known had existed two weeks before, wearing a gold locket with Tom's picture in it the way his letters promised he kept what few pictures he had of her wedged in the crevices of the metal that held his bunk to the wall. The war was responsible for how the nails she'd always kept so nice were ragged at the tips and cuticles, and rimmed around and beneath with heavy black-brown grease; the war was why she came home to an empty house and cooked supper for one and jumped in the middle of the night at every unexplained noise and sometimes stayed awake until dawn, hugging Tom's pillow to her chest and telling herself it was going to be all right.</blockquote> ➤ happy comfortable poly (V triad) during and after WWII ➤ and the art that goes with it is perfect

➤ Does what it says on the tin. A very alien and botanical look at Gaila. also on ao3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/506879

➤ In which Eames was Calvin as a kid! sequel: The Physiological Response to Absurdity http://ae-match.livejournal.com/133332.html

<blockquote>an utterly self-indulgent crossover that got entirely out of hand</blockquote> ➤ sldkfjhdflksdjjfd look this is one of those fics that just STAYS IN MY BRAIN because of how true and perfect and right and wonderful it is. YESSSSS. I am so glad this fic exists.

➤ R is a painter and J is a model